The scenery left in my heart

On the playground, the red rubber runway was clean, the lawn was covered with grass, and in the sun, the whole team left the playground.

At this time, an "unidentified flying object" appeared, and I did not know who came out of my pocket. It fluttered and finally landed on the runway.

The class teacher who left early, seeing this situation, saw her speed up the pace. In the past, she bent down slightly, picked it up, and took it out of the playground.

Good familiar action! This reminds me of one thing last summer.

When the sun is shining, the sun is like a fire, and the sun is angry and wants to burn the earth. There are still people coming and going on the street. I rushed to the station. Fortunately, I caught up with the car that came home from this class.

Sit on the bus, turn around and look out the window, the heat wave is surging in the crowd, the pedestrians are getting less, but the old grandfather selling ice cream still sticks to his position under the scorching sun.

A young man entered my sight, only to see him go to the grandfather in front of the grandfather, bought an ice cream and left at his leisurely pace. When he left, he shed what he should not leave. The white ice cream bag slipped gently from his hand, like a butterfly with broken wings, like a dead leaf that left the big tree, falling, hovering, and finally hit a few circles on the ground, in a clean and tidy environment around, It seems out of place and stinging.

There are very few pedestrians, still in a hurry, no one to pay attention to the poor "butterfly." It sobbed silently.

At this moment, the old grandfather stood up from the shade of the tree, swaying, and saw that his footsteps were slow, stepping three times, marching toward the "butterfly", and leaning away from him so far. Plus old and frail. This is not a small challenge for him. But his footsteps told me that his determination was firm.

Just as he was about to hit the ice cream bag, the damn wind came out to join in the fun, blowing the ice cream strip to the distance, the old man straightened up, his hands draped behind him, slightly hunched, and his body was narrowed again and again. Dragging his feet and chasing after him silently. After some twists and turns, the grandfather came to the ice cream paper, gently bent down, picked it up and put it in the trash can next to it.

This process I see in my eyes, this tiny movement touched the string of my heart, forever engraved in my heart, remembered in my brain, became a never-ending landscape.

Be an ordinary and great person!

The second day: the youth that has passed