A frog, clockwork toy, was winded up jumping around cheerfully. He was unaware his destiny which would be
abandoned by his owner who do not want him.
A seven years old boy who lived next door had many new toys. He gave me a old clockwork frog and a harmonica. The clockwork frog was green and the harmonica was yellow. I loved them so much. Consequently, I almost fall in love with the ugly boy who’s born in a wealthy family.
The toys changed hands and regained love from their new owner. I wrapped the handkerchief around them to keep them free from dust and always carried with when I went outside. I showed them to my friends, whom I’d run into, with much flourish. I was quite satistied with my luckiness.
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Sitting in a corner of Karaoke Bar, the green clockwork toy reminded me of my childhood. I was wondering whether the toys got a feeling, if they were alive, that their new owner, a five years old girl, treated them much better than the ugly boy.
At the stage, my friend, a beauty, was singing a old popular song that used to be. I held a ice beer can and put it onto my burning cheeks, listening to her, silent. Fact to the real world, every one in their own place play a major role which seems to the others unimportant.
The clockwork toy was among the missing a long time ago, and the pleasant memories faded out slowly.
发条青蛙
上紧了发条的半机械青蛙欢快地蹦达着。它不知道，当发条松后，动力消失，无人再来为它拧紧那根生命的弦，那它将会永远一动不动，直至生锈、被遗忘、被丢弃。
隔壁邻居家的小男孩拥有了新的玩具，便将这只被淘汰的发条青蛙送给了我。一并送给我的，还有一支只有七个音孔的小口琴。绿色的青蛙，黄色的口琴，得到这两件半旧的玩具时，我甚至因为爱玩具而爱上了邻家这个家境优越、长相丑怪的七岁男孩。
失宠的玩具易了主，重新获得新主人的宠爱。我用一块干净的手帕包着它们放在枕边，出门随身携带。遇见小朋友，便拿出来上紧发条，把青蛙放在地上看着它蹦，吹一吹口琴，发出很清脆的韵律。能被其他小朋友羡慕，原来是那么地令人满足。
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我坐在九度空间大厅的一个角落里，回忆起五岁时的童年，回忆起那只绿色的发条青蛙。我想，如果它有生命，那它是否会记得新主人对它的宠爱，远远胜于那个丑怪的富家男孩？
舞台上，卡布在尽情演绎着一首久远的年代里曾流行过的歌。我总喜欢闹中求静，也喜欢听卡布唱一些怀旧的老歌。握一罐冰啤，让冰凉的罐体紧贴我发烫的脸颊。冷眼看繁华，每个人在自己的舞台上都是主角，而在别人的世界里，你也许轻若微尘。
发条青蛙如今早已不知去向，它曾经给我的童年增添的那抹绚丽色彩，也早已陨落。
