Narrative composition in spring 1 poetic spring, remember you and me. The rain falls on the ground, and it also falls in your heart and mine.
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There is no warm sun, no fiery maple leaves, no snowflakes falling all over the sky, only fresh air, only the earthy smell mixed with grass, only the warm breeze.
Flowers have been scrambling to open, and everything in nature has woken up from sleep, with sleepy eyes open and feeling the call of happiness.
That spring, the girl let you and I hold hands and let me separate from you in the dark. I am still ignorant, and under the attraction of happiness, I started a day trip to find a four-leaf clover. It was a childhood fantasy, with childhood childishness.
Say goodbye to everything in the morning, just want to find your own happiness on the grass. It was there that I met a little girl as naive as me. That's you. You, wearing a snow-white skirt, with long black hair hanging down to your waist, squatting on the grass and caressing every corner carefully.
You saw my surprise and smiled gently at me: you are looking for it, too! Let's be together, shall we? I nodded, as if the children at that time were the most trusted people. In this way, we hold each other's sales, looking at the clenched hands, my eyes are full of happiness.
This is how time passes from our fingertips. We had lunch with a box lunch. When they asked for food, we looked at each other's faces. You and I both gave a crisp laugh, and then we reached out and rubbed our mouths. After replenishing our strength, we looked for it in another meadow. Four-leaf clover seems to be playing hide-and-seek with us, which is pitiful, just like happiness.
The sun goes from here to there. Clouds on the distant horizon dyed half the sky red. The sunset dragged me and your shadow for a long time. You smiled and said to me:? Goodbye! Unfortunately, we didn't find a four-leaf clover. ? I said to her: Never mind, maybe it's worth it. I'm glad to be with you today. ? Say goodbye to this strange little girl and turn around and leave. It began to rain lightly. Seems to be sad for our separation.
When I got home, the night had fallen. The stars blinked naughtily in the dark, and the rain gradually stopped. Lying on the windowsill, looking at the distance, there is your shadow.
The sun warmed my body a little and looked at the little figure running on the grass. I suddenly realized that even if I didn't find a four-leaf clover that day, I found happiness that belongs to you and me. Maybe it was just a moment, but I never got that pure happiness again.
Tonight, in my dream, I saw you, your smiling face, your clenched hand, the blue sky behind you and me, and your separation.
Teacher Chun asked us to leave hand in hand. When it rained, it also spilled in our hearts.
There are my dreams, my innocence and happiness.
There is a small shop in front of the market. The shopkeeper surnamed Zhang is a big fat man. This shop specializes in cigarettes, wine, sugar, tea, eggs and several evening papers. Because of the large customer flow, eggs are fresh.
After listening to the nutrition class, the eggs after seven days have no nutrition. Every time I buy food, I greet the shopkeeper: give me ten yuan and come back to get eggs after buying food, saving time and worry. Every time I come back from shopping, I will see that the shopkeeper has packed the eggs in plastic bags for fear of accidents. Under normal circumstances, Lao Zhang will deliberately add another layer.
To the shopkeeper, I am a loyal customer. Because I'm not the only one selling his eggs. And I can buy it in any small shop. There seems to be a tacit understanding between us: every time I trust the eggs handed by Lao Zhang, I won't lose two pounds, which depends on my trust in him. I often feel that trust is built between two parties. If one party doesn't trust the other, it may cause trouble. Otherwise, one day, things finally happened.
The cause of the incident is simple.
As usual, I bought vegetables that day and came back to get eggs. Lao Zhang took my money, looked around, then picked it up and took a photo in the light. I felt sick all over at once. The money was withdrawn from the bank yesterday, so it can't be fake. What bothers me most is his suspicious eyes. From that moment on, I had an idea in my heart that I would never buy Lao Zhang's eggs again.
Lao Zhang will still open his shop and do his business. He may never know that he has lost one of his most loyal customers.
One day I went to the post office to post a letter, but I was suddenly stopped by a little girl at the post office. Uncle, can you lend me two dollars? I lost my wallet. My home is in the country and I want to go home by car. ? That little girl is very small, younger than my son, and looks like she is eleven or twelve years old. Everyone feels the same way. I took out five dollars and handed it to her. She left with a thousand thanks.
It's so dramatic. When I went to the post office that day, I suddenly found that I wanted to post a letter, but I left my address at home. When I rode home and arrived at the post office again, I was really shocked.
The little girl is still at the door, still saying the same thing.
I suddenly feel like crying.
I didn't accuse the little girl. I'm afraid she'll be embarrassed to see it I slipped into the post office through another door.
Trust is fragile and subtle, lest it be polluted a little. Trust is always mutual.
When you trust others, or are trusted by others, there will be a kind of warmth in your heart.
Really, that kind of warmth warms your heart like spring.
Spring is not only the season of melting ice and snow and reviving everything, but also a good day to fly kites. Whenever the sky is covered with kites of various colors, I will think of my grandfather who got up in a different place.
Spring with grandpa is always full of warmth. The south wind gently swept the earth, bent the waist of wheat, called the grass buds out of the soil nest and blew grandpa's kite into the sky. Every spring, our grandparents and grandchildren fly kites in the fields. Although there are many people flying kites and all kinds of kites, none can fly as high as our kites. Pedestrians on the roadside always stop to look up at our kites for a while and say with admiration: Wow! Still so high! ? Hearing this, my heart is full of pride and pride, and I admire my tall and kind grandfather more and more.
Grandpa tied his own kite. Did the ancients have it? Busy flying kites in the east wind? My preference. Grandpa's kite inherited the simplicity of ancient paper kites, made of thin rice paper, and it felt very unique. Grandpa inserted one? Gossip? It is particularly difficult to release each time, and this happens to hit the tacit understanding between our grandparents and grandchildren. Grandpa took the thread, and I took the kite seriously until Grandpa gave the order. Let me go. ? As soon as I let go, grandpa paid off the line while running, always paying attention to the movement of the kite and constantly adjusting the direction and posture. He is so sophisticated and calm that he is quite a general. When the kite flew steadily, grandpa stopped and gave me the kite string to control. Our grandfather and grandson sat in the field, watching kites flying freely in the empty sky. Grandpa told me his childhood story. On one occasion, I actually found that grandpa's forehead was covered with shiny sweat and he was still panting. I thought gloomily: Grandpa is an elderly man after all?
That's it? Flying kites? It has become a reserved program for our grandfathers and grandsons every spring. Until 2005, when grandma died and grandpa moved to my aunt's house, we could only meet once every few months, let alone fly kites. Two years later, grandpa's kite-flying trick is still clearly printed in my mind, which will be a warm memory forever.