Look around

Walking on the street, I always like to look around. A pair of presbyopic eyes are full of surprise for this colorful world. It seems to be a very distant thing to say “go. Now I can only sit in a wheelchair and shake the handlebar laboriously, so that I am qualified to keep close contact with this vast world. When I said these words, I was a little depressed, but my dim eyes soon moved away from my skinny legs, and my eyes began to stretch wildly. It seems that I am trying to find something. Is it a smile of a small flower or a tranquil dance of grass? I can’t say clearly what I am looking for. If I really want to say it, I am looking for a figure that I have lost for many years. When I was very young, my mother said to me: you child, lying in the cradle with black eyes rolling around, looking here for a while, looking there for a while, you child can’t live in peace when you are young! My mother was right. I was not at ease when I was young, so I was full of infinite surprise for this colorful world. One summer, the grandfather with white beard said that before the liberation of the Tiger Mountain twenty miles away, there was a mysterious cave where many gold and silver treasures were hidden. So I disappeared silently in the village for three days and nights. I walked through the jungle of the strange tiger mountain for several days, but still couldn’t find the mysterious cave mentioned by Grandpa. I had to be disappointed and returned. My clothes were scratched by the tree stripes, and I almost came back naked. Seeing this, my mother hit me for the first time. She said as she hit me, “Why are you so stupid? When my mother hit me, I still conceived the mysterious cave filled with gold and silver treasures in my mind. I think if I really found that cave, I wouldn’t be greedy, so I took a piece of jewelry, so I could buy a lot of books and read it now. Now I shook and saw a very wonderful young girl with hair shawl, bright eyes and white teeth, and a young face permeated with the bright breath of spring. Such a wonderful girl makes me feel excited. I think who’s daughter? Why not my daughter? When I think of my daughter who has been separated for many years, my heart will ache faintly, and my turbid eyes will fade a little bit. I began to shake the wheelchair up the slope with full concentration. The slope was not very steep, but after shaking for a while, I was out of breath, and I couldn’t shake any more. The three wheels slipped back unwillingly. I think I will definitely fall off the wheelchair and hurt my residual legs twice. Maybe I will fall off a front tooth! Strangely, the wheelchair suddenly stopped going backwards, but continued to roll forward happily. When I went downhill, I saw Fei Fei, the girl who helped me push the wheelchair, running away with a red face. I was deeply moved in my heart. I want to be moved everywhere in this world. I think as long as I live, miracles may happen every day. I finally came to the Riverside, to be exact, it was me and wheelchair that came to the Riverside together. There is a towering ancient banyan tree along the river and a emerald grass. The river is flowing so carefree and gurgling. Looking around, the mountains on the opposite side are green, and there are some beautiful hazy curves. Looking at it, the corner of my eyes became a little wet, and a word suddenly jumped out of my mind: boundless. I think the wind in early spring at this moment must be teasing my silver threads and wrinkles all over my face, even spinning around the edge of my wound. But I couldn’t be sad. I had already passed the age of being sad in vain. I could only sit quietly or laugh loudly. My dim eyes were like countless soft feathers, landing slowly on the emerald grass. What amazed me was that although it was early spring in Jiangnan, I still saw a pair of blue butterflies dancing on the grass. What an incredible pair of blue butterflies that love each other? Should they be a pair of little angels sent by God? With such a beautiful thought, the scenery in front of us had a subtle poetic and picturesque feeling, which really became a landscape painting that could never be bored. As I said, I was full of infinite surprise to the world. I began to look around, and I was sure that I am had a clear and crystal heart in my childhood, leisurely walking through the long journey of life full of flowers. Just like now, I bent down hard and picked up a stone tablet from the ground. Then I swung my arms and threw it out. That piece of stone jumped on the river surface, making a string of beautiful white ripples, and then what? The stone tablets disappeared mysteriously. I am playing childhood games? That’s it! People say that I am the innocent and naughty old child, right? I stayed by the river in early spring for an afternoon and looked around for an afternoon. I found a lot of novel things, which filled my mind or blood like the fragrance of flowers. I am sure it is like this, or when I come back from the street, why do I keep dreaming at night? My dreams are continuous, and my dreams are sweet, just like countless slanting and transparent rain lines falling from the sky. I am sure that the ravines on my face will be much shallower when I open my eyes another morning. Should it be like this? Looking around, I am still childlike, unwilling to be lonely, let alone sink. 1700 words

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