In an increasingly mature life, it is important to have a childlike innocence. Look at the world with a child's eyes, the world is beautiful. In a child's world, it is simple and pure. In our growth, it is a great wisdom not to lose a childlike heart.
First, dandelions fly like butterflies
I met the little girl in the last two days of May. In a private villa in the mountains, at five o'clock in the afternoon, seven of us checked in, and the little girl was playing in the yard. I thought she was the daughter of the homeowner, but she didn't care much. She just looked cute. After we settled down, I sat in the hammock in the yard shaking the course of the years. The mountain area in June is very cool, the moist air is comfortable both physically and mentally. Inadvertently, she came to me gently and spoke to me in a low voice. She told me that her name was Xiaoya, because her grandmother helped cook in the house, so she followed her grandmother to stay for two days. Xiaoya told me that her home is not far from here. It is only a short walk away. My parents work in the big city. She lives in the mountains with her grandparents.
The clever Xiaoya is a kind of kindness that is very likable. She told me that there was a kind of fruit in the mountain that was very sweet, and then she pulled me to pick it. Along the mountain road, dandelions bloomed on both sides of the road, and there were paths covered with unknown flowers. Xiaoya bowed her head and blew the seeds of the dandelion seriously. She said that the dandelion flew like a butterfly. At this moment, Xiaoya lived in my heart, once wrote a lot of dandelion sentences, extolled the many advantages of dandelion, but for the first time to see carefully, dandelion flying appearance. Yes, the blown dandelions are dancing like butterflies, cheerful and poetic. Suddenly bowed his head, suddenly looked up, Xiaoya blew happily and smiled. I saw a face facing the sun, blooming in the mountains, will one day break the cocoon into a butterfly-like sky, fly freely, to find the dream outside the mountain.
Second, everyone has a dream.
We held hands and spoke casually. Xiaoya said in her tender voice: everyone has a dream. At this moment, the seeds of dandelion are flying. Because I didn't understand, I stopped and asked Xiaoya that she had a dream of everything. Xiaoya said, people. Just these two words, I understand Xiaoya's cleverness. We followed the mountain road, picking a small red fruit, Xiaoya told me, this is called honey pot, very sweet. If you are hungry, run out and pick a handful of food. There are many, many on the mountain, red eye-catching, red dazzling. Very much like Xiaoya's costume.
Third, the stars in the sky are shining.
The night in the mountains is so quiet, there is not much sound, more is birdsong. Xiaoya said that there are a lot of fireflies here, flashing. At this time, there is a full moon hanging in Tianshan, and the sky is covered with stars. We huddled in a hammock, Xiaoya taught me to sing: twinkle and twinkle, the sky is full of small stars, hanging in the sky to put light, as if tens of thousands of small eyes. The mother sun sets to the west, the crows come home in flocks, and the stars twinkle until dawn with their small eyes open. Shake children's songs, shake up childhood memories.
Four, green trees.
The child is the most true temperament, and before six o'clock the next morning, she came to my room and said she missed me in the evening. Moved to replace the inner sense of touch with a hug. I carried Xiaoya to the plank bed, and we talked without a word. Xiaoya said that reciting a poem to me, children can think of a way to please adults is to let adults know that she can recite poems, as we all did when we were young.
Title "Green Tree": trees like a book / leaves like sheets of paper / birds reading twittering really non-stop / stars reading wide eyes twinkle / water droplets reading into the book rolling around / green trees, fragrant full of flowers / green trees, sweet full of fruit / no wonder everyone likes to read green trees.
Five, the children of bees live in flowers
At about seven o'clock in the morning, we strolled over to the place where the trumpet flowers were blooming. Xiaoya is active around, jubilant. Some wild flowers were picked along the road and held in their hands. Xiaoya, who is concentrating on picking flowers, raised her head and said to me: aunt, the children of bees live in flowers. I was amazed at Xiaoya's wisdom. He asked: why? Xiaoya explained that bees only make honey when they collect pollen. I smiled, smiling so deeply, because I knew that Xiaoya now lives in flowers, and one day, she will fly out against the blue sky and with her own dream.
Fell in love with Xiaoya, like everything here. Two days passed quickly, and Xiaoya kept asking me the time to leave. I said my aunt will go home to work after lunch. Smart Xiaoya, quietly stuffed me with a handful of their own snacks, she persistently let me accept, I understand, put into their own pocket. Before leaving, Xiaoya, who snuggled up to her grandmother, cried. I didn't dare to lay down the window, but I couldn't help rolling it down. The landlady said to me that she would still be here next time she came. I thanked you. Goodbye.
Bless the little girl in my heart, today's Children's Day, to you, I am full of love in my heart.
If we look at everything around us with a childlike heart. If we treat everyone around us with a childlike heart. Then the world will be full of birds and flowers, true warmth.
The words / scrolls were written on June 1, 2015.
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