a letter to God

dear God:

Hello!

First of all, I am very grateful to you for reading my letter in your busy schedule. I am a girl living in the dark world, I hope that you can give me a little miracle, let me take a look at my mother.

In fact, I am very lucky to live with my mother. Because I can't see it, my mother takes care of me. In the morning, my mother will take me to enjoy the concerts of the birds. During the day, my mother will tell me a lot of interesting stories with that sweet and gentle voice. In the evening, my mother will take me to the grass of the park and lie softly. On the grass, feel the afterglow of the sunset. My mother said that the grass is blue. I asked my mother what it is. My mother said that green is a vibrant color. When people look at it, they want to move. So I fell in love with Qing, I hope that I am green, let my mother see me and I want to move. Almighty God, I also want to see green, look at the color I want to become, but if you only let me take a look, please let me take a look at my mother, even if you don't see green, it doesn't matter!

I love to sing, because my mother loves to sing, my mother always sings "God, God, please make the world beautiful..." I asked what is God, and my mother said that God is a omnipotent God who can fulfill all my wishes. I am clamoring to see you, but my mother will not let me go to you. I asked my mother if I found you, and I can see my mother. Mom said yes. But why doesn't my mother let me find you? I do not understand. Find you, I can see my mother!

Although I can't see it, I can listen to all kinds of voices. At first, I didn't know what the sound was coming from. My mother would explain to me patiently: The wind blows the wind chime, the sound of the car, the knowledge of the tree is calling... I am strangely Ask mom why they sound differently. Mom said that they are different in the place where they speak, and then explain to me how it is different. If I can see my mother, I don't have to explain it to me so tiredly.

I secretly wrote to you because my mother would not let me mention you and would not sing that song again. My writing speed is very slow, so I can't write anymore, my mother is going home. Finally, I hope you can let me take a look at my mother.

wish:

Work well, smiles often open!

Your child a blind girl

a certain month