[Life] She smiled at me.

I sat on the stone pier and looked around casually. The park is crowded with people, including aunts dancing in the square dance, big boys selling children's clothes, and uncles and aunts walking hand in hand. They are all sweaty and expressionless, and so am I. This early summer is so annoying that there is no cool breeze.

This heat is also mixed with music that resounds through the sky. I don't understand, does square dance need such a loud voice? It's just a foil, like aunts telling the world how comfortable they are. The lights of the children's carousel opposite me are flashing, and the children's songs played have long been buried by the square dance music. What you can hear is the naughty boy slapping the steering wheel of the seat on the carousel. The little boy is very strong, giggling while patting, as if he is the only one in the world. I just think that if I have a son in the future, I'm afraid it will be the same, preferably a girl.

There are also several little girls sitting on the merry-go-round, some of whom are holding balloons. I stared at those balloons. They were bright orange and looked warmer at night. I just looked at the balloon and didn't find the little girl whose balloon turned over in front of me. She shook the balloon at me and smiled happily. Maybe she thinks I'm just looking at her beautiful balloon.

My eyes followed the balloon round and round, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that the little girl had been smiling at me and my face was full of expressions. I think I should respond to her smile, so I smiled unnaturally, and I don't know if it was good-looking, but the little girl smiled more happily, as if there was a cool breeze blowing in her heart and there was no heat.

In this way, every time the little girl turned to me, I smiled at her and she smiled at me. Fortunately, it was fun around, and no one noticed my behavior. After a while, my parents and I walked home, leaving the little girl still rocking the balloon.

This smile has been floating in my heart, and I don't know how long it's been since I smiled so comfortably. Maybe I didn't laugh at people like this when I was young, but I lost this ability when I grew up. It makes sense to see someone you know smiling at her on the road, but if you admit your mistake, the smile will become embarrassing. I don't want to smile at people anymore. If you laugh too much, people think you are crazy and worry too much, so I won't laugh.

A child's childlike innocence, only you smile at her, and she smiles at you, without any worries, which makes people envy. I also want to laugh, laugh at passers-by, laugh at my family, and laugh at thousands of worries.