The word "health" has been floating in my mind. Let me stretch out my little hand to catch this shadow, but I can't catch it. I can only be an audience, watching how chaotic it is …
Once upon a time, I didn't care about health, just as I lived and loved sports. I am not good at sports. Seeing my classmates running like arrows on the field, I can only be jealous. I just didn't like sports at first. The words "do a good job in sports, strengthen physical exercise, and be healthy in one step" make me very tired. The two words "health, exercise" are so closely linked that they can almost be equated, but I turn a blind eye.
But I don't know if it's simple or not. I don't know how to cherish it until I really lose it!
Now the disease has attacked my body, as I wish, I can't exercise, I can't exercise. I didn't care much at first, but day after day, year after year, I always felt that I didn't belong to this group. Running and skipping rope seem to be an indispensable lesson for students every day, and I can only stare at them.
How many times, when the teacher announced the sports list, he always added "except XXX", and 57 pairs of eyes looked at me uniformly, which didn't make me shy, because at least I knew that they knew I existed. It's been a long time, and no one looks at me like that anymore. "Have they forgotten me, or do I no longer belong to this group?" I asked myself over and over again, and even couldn't help sobbing. No one noticed my behavior, and even misunderstood that I was deliberately lazy and didn't go to physical education class. Who understands my difficulties?
Health, where are you? Don't just appear in my hazy memory! I tried my best to keep you, why not? I'm so stupid! I'm so stupid! Why don't you take good care of your health? Why is exercise so far away from me?
From the beginning to the end of the sports meeting, I was just a supporting role, a secretary, cheering for my classmates and constantly expressing condolences ... Even the most basic team events, relay races and tug-of-war were not mine. I won the long rope competition, and the students hugged each other, but I could only hide aside like an ugly duckling and hold my hand tightly, at a loss. I want to cry, but I dare not, for fear of affecting the atmosphere.
When I was in physical education class, the cheers of my classmates rang out everywhere on the huge playground, while I was sitting in an empty teacher, surrounded by silence. I tried to kill time by dancing on paper with a pen. How many times, I secretly cried alone in the teacher's room, and looked at my classmates running with envy.
Health, where are you? I can't catch you! I need you! I really need you! Oh, my God, I was punished. Please give me a break!
I learned to avoid it. I don't want to watch their sports. When they talked to me about these topics, I only gave a faint "Oh". In fact, my heart has long been broken!
When they played Tai Chi Chuan in physical education class, I couldn't help waving along, but I was punched by my classmates: "You are a patient, you can't move." I nodded and stood by, feeling a twinge in my heart.
They can move freely on the physical education class, and the teacher gave me a small ball that nobody wanted. I gave it a boring pat and never dared to go near the crowd again. A female classmate's sentence "Teacher, she is ill and can't move …" is so harsh. I gritted my teeth and tried to pretend as if nothing had happened, but tears still ran down my heart.
"You are a patient, can't activity! You are sick, you can't move ... "It rings in my heart over and over again, becoming a shadow in my empty heart and lingering. "
I understand the importance of health. It is a flower, but I am a butterfly with a broken wing. I can't get close to it. But I will fight for this holy flower!
Did you hear that? Deep in my heart, I shouted again and again:
"Health, where are you?" Health in my eyes and heart. Where are you? ...
I hope I can help you. Have a nice day!