Walking slowly after dinner, passing through a familiar neighborhood.
On the sidewalk, from a distance, I saw the three of them crouching under a dim streetlight, a young mother and two boys of three or four years old. From wearing the same type of clothes, and similar looks, guessed that it is twins.
Three heads gathered together are chattering about something, small and bright cell phone light shining on the ground.
Curiosity drove me to get closer and probe forward to see, it turned out that the cell phone light is a small as the size of a nail cap snail.
"Look, this is the snail's little horn."
"This is the snail's shell."
Mom points out the little snail to her child as she shines her cell phone light on it.
"Mommy, the snail is going so slow!"
"Mommy, look, the snail's little horns are moving."
"Mom, the snail's head, it shrinks back when I touch it."
"Mom, ......"
I smiled and straightened up, lifting my feet so gently that the focused nymphets didn't even notice my arrival and departure.
Walked a distance, when looking back, the mother of three is still focused on squatting, a large two small three heads almost together, a small cell phone light brightly shining ......
I continue to walk along the road, the corners of the mouth with a smile, the heart ripples with warmth.
"Walking with a snail," a sudden sentence came to mind.
The two lovely children, not long after they came into the world, have such an innocent heart, and have so much curiosity about the world.
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The long road of life, I want to hold your hand and walk slowly, as holding a small snail, along the way the scenery, let you slowly to appreciate, slowly to realize.
? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
? I remember what my 70-year-old uncle once said when he came home to visit his family, and it still feels like it's in my ears.
? "How can you be heading for 80 and still feel like you haven't grown up?"
? "How is it that the more one grows up, the more one becomes like a child, and the more one remembers the simple joy of being a child?"
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? Summer night, people come and go, marching ears ringing square dance music, a soft street lamp, slowly receding from the side ......
? The words of the uncle echoed in the ear, how many times I also have the same feeling "how to feel not yet grown up, a shake will run to know the age of life?"
? Each you, whether there is such a moment, whether there is also such a feeling: time rushed through, childhood is still in front of us, a shake on the adult, a shake to the age of standing, a shake and not confused, and a shake to know the fate of the ......
I think, whether it's a soaring eagle, or a half a day can not move a few centimeters of the small The end of the line may be the same, just different, the scenery along the way is different.
Perhaps, everything in the world has his (her, it) running trajectory, there are suitable for his (her, it) own life rhythm. But I think, many times we can be quiet, to listen to the deep voice of the soul, to enjoy the beautiful scenery of life, to feel the small warmth around, to find the small happiness around.
? The road of life, must walk slowly with the heart, slowly appreciate, don't let the footsteps go too fast, forget why set out. To go to each step frankly and peacefully, to live in each moment, experience each landscape, perhaps like holding a small snail to stroll.