Waiting for spring
Teng looked up and looked out the window, and suddenly found a little tender green. It is so dazzling among other green leaves that have been beaten by wind and rain. Teng Bujue put down the pen in his hand and was in a daze.
When Teng was a child, he was very timid and introverted. He could not even speak his thoughts out loud to his teachers and classmates, and was often laughed at for this. She felt ashamed of herself for this. But then, she changed herself and became a very cheerful girl, and her own charm was fully displayed.
It was winter. Teng has always hated winter the most, because she feels that winter is lifeless and everything is decadent and desolate. In addition, she is very afraid of the cold and has few friends, so most of the time she would rather stay at home and wrap herself up tightly. Strictly. Teng and his parents quarreled. The reason was simple: Teng's character. As if the wound had been opened and salt was sprinkled on it, Teng ran out of the house crying. It was getting late at this time, and the streets were deserted. The vines were crying and walking, and they walked into the park unknowingly. This is the only place Teng goes besides home and school.
There was no snow at this time, only the flowers and plants in the park were desolate, and the branches of the trees were lonely. She walked to a place, swept the dry leaves on the chair with her hands, and quietly buried her face in her knees. I don’t know how long it took, but an old voice sounded next to me: "Child, what’s wrong? Why did you come out on such a winter night?"
"I..." Teng suddenly raised his head and saw the sight next to him. Sitting old man. The old man was holding a cane, with a kind face, and his face was full of the marks of time. Teng blinked his eyes and moved his lips, but could no longer speak.
"Child, there is no one else here. Tell me what difficulties you have encountered. Maybe I can help you." The old man still smiled kindly.
Teng lowered his head and made up his mind to tell his troubles. "I... I am very introverted. I can't say anything in front of my classmates. I often cannot complete a simple sentence. Others often laugh at me. I have no friends. I tried to find them but never found them. My grades are not good either. Well, I was often criticized by the teacher, and the teacher would tell my parents. Although my parents would not beat or scold me, they sighed deeply for me, which made me feel even sadder. I..." Teng slowly said As he spoke, he told all his unhappiness.
When Teng finished speaking, the old man touched Teng's head kindly: "My child, didn't you say it? You just don't believe in yourself enough. You have to know how cute you are." The old man pointed to the tree in front of them with his crutch and said: "Although it is so desolate now, with nothing good-looking and no vitality, it is brewing and waiting for spring. When spring comes, it will Show it more beautifully than before. Children, everyone has their own spring. You should learn from these plants in nature and be prepared to welcome your own spring. There is a poem that says, 'I am born with talents that will be useful.' Everyone may not be perfect, but they are definitely useful. Only by working hard can you have a beautiful spring."
Teng understands. She looked at the big tree in front of her and seemed to see its vitality in spring. She also saw her own spring. She felt more relieved than she had ever felt before. Teng suddenly stood up and wanted to thank the old man, but the old man had already left leisurely. Teng looked at the old man's back and shouted loudly: "Thank you!"
The birdsong brought back Teng's memory. Teng smiled, made a "V" shape with his fingers, and shouted happily in his heart: "Thank you, grandpa, I will definitely remember what you said!"
Both are first graders. . It is truly original. . I don't know if it meets your requirements. .