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The sparkling Pearl River in the evening contrasts with the dusk on the horizon. At this time, everything was covered with a warm glow. The world is so warm. Find a corner, lean on the railing and enjoy the warmth brought by this world. At this time, silence is the most profound beauty, just like the stunning rosy clouds swaying with the light and shadow of the sunset, and the unrepeatable art scrolls are changing every minute and rolling in the silent colors. Sunrise and sunset, day after day, year after year in a hurry, life is fleeting. ...

People come and go in the square by the river, including grandfathers and grandsons flying kites, little boys skateboarding, children catching chickens with eagles, and aunts dancing in the square dance. The little boy flying a kite in the southwest stared at another boy's skateboard, and his eyes were full of desire for skateboarding; However, the little boy skateboarding also stared at the boy's kite. That's it. Just you and me. It happened that Eason Chan's song was playing in the earphone at this time: "Those who can't get it are always in turmoil, and those who are optimistic are fearless." The actions of two little boys can't help but remind me that we have always been like this. This is often the case in family, friendship or love. What is easy to get will not be taken to heart, nor will it be cherished, thinking that what you have is taken for granted. Instead, make every effort to get what you can't even get. The less you get, the more you want. What you can't get is blindly regarded as the most precious and worth cherishing.

Just like in love, if you can't get that person, you will always think about him. If someone likes you all the time and never leaves, you won't care about his feelings. Zhang Ailing wrote in Red Rose and White Rose: "Maybe every man has had two such women and married the red rose. Over time, the red one turned into mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one was still' the bright line at the foot of my bed'; When I marry a white rose, the white one is the rice stick on my clothes, and the red one is the Zhu Shazhi in my heart. " Most men and women in the world are like this. They don't cherish what they get, but they always care about what they can't get, and they are always in turmoil. At this time, I also thought of a sentence, "When I hold you, you are a cup, and when I let go, you are glass slag." So I hope everyone in the world is so gentle, warm and lovely. Cherish the people in front of you with your own warmth, and don't waste time and money to pursue and cherish those things that you don't have or can't get.

Dusk faded away and was gradually occupied by night. It's time to go home. "After the meal, it is difficult to run fast. Just take Li La's hand and walk slowly. " Don't run after eating. Come and take grandma's hand and walk slowly. There is a sentence behind. The word "Meng" evokes my desire for grandma. Grandma died before I was born, so my impression of her is the black and white photo frame. She is wearing a cheongsam with a kind smile on her face. Although her face is full of wrinkles, it can't hide her elegance and dignity.

When I was a child, when I was unhappy and wronged, I would stand in front of the photo frame and think, what would my grandmother look like if she were still alive? Does she love me very much? When I was in grade one, I envied my friends. They all had grandma's pain. Whenever I come home from school at noon, my grandmother will provide them with delicious food. When I got home, I waited for my parents to come back from work and cook with an empty stomach. Sometimes I go to school and they don't come back from work, so that I sometimes go to school hungry. When I was in the second and third grades, I envied my friends that they didn't have to wash clothes and cook, because my grandmother helped me. I remember one time I didn't want to wash clothes, and I wanted my mother to help me wash them, but my clothes were piled up for three days without washing them. Mother said, "Don't expect me to help you wash your own clothes. Don't wear it without washing it. Throw it directly into the trash can and go to school naked. " I was really wronged at that time. Why don't I have a grandmother who loves me? Why did my mother do this to me? Why is she so strict with me? Why did I feel wronged and sad when I was a child? Now, looking back, I can see my little hand walking on the river behind me. The figure is particularly warm under the illumination of street lamps. To tell the truth, I began to envy the little boy again at this time. I am happy that he has a grandmother who loves him. I hope he cherishes grandma's love.