At that moment, my world is spring blossoming.

"Son, get up." Mom pulled my quilt and I was still lying in bed. "Forgot to play today?"

My dreams are gone, and I have no sleep. I have to play today, right. I hurriedly jumped out of bed to brush my teeth and wash my face, but my mother was helping me stack the quilt.

"Go, go." I held my hat and kept shouting, so my parents took me to play. I was sitting in the car and looking out the window, as if everything in the world cheered for me, the breeze passed, and the grass swayed happily.

After sleeping for a long time, Dad woke me up, bought a ticket, and walked into the gate. This is a tall mountain with a small road and many people walked in.

"Take the cable car or take the mountain road." Dad asked.

"Going the mountain!" I cried happily. In this way, we embarked on the short path, constantly walking, the sun has been hung high on the blue sky, the light that shines constantly tests my heart, I hate sweat and hate it. Parents in front.

It’s been like this. When I’m halfway up the mountain, I’m tired. I found a shop that was opened on the mountainside. My father bought water for everyone, found some food, and added my hungry belly, but my parents said Not hungry, let me eat, look at them, and eat the food in my hand. I sat for a long time, until my father came down from the top of the mountain, we only went down the mountain. At this time, there were more than two points. The sun was still very hot. I followed for a while and my feet hurt so badly. My father said that he was carrying me. I was happy to lie on my father’s back, on the generous arms. The breeze, the sound, the noise, and gradually, entered the dreamland.

Woke up, I found that I had reached the foot of the mountain. I wanted to talk, but I found that my throat was very dry. I whispered to my mother. When my mother saw a small shop in front, I ran over and I got up from my father’s back. Sitting on the small chair next to the tree, a lone leaf fell from the old tree, and as the breeze slowly fell, slowly falling in front of me, I picked it up, because it was too fragile, it was turned into a The ash fell to the ground. Looking up, I saw my mother came over with water, and the smile on my face, I also smiled happily.

"Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning it into a spring mud to protect flowers." Whenever I read this verse, I would think of this scene. The broad arms and the smile on my face are deeply reflected in my heart, making me miss my life.

Shi Zhongchu: Xie Pumpkin