Millet spring

A loft.

It was covered with dust and naughty sunlight, and it was drilled into a small hole.

Xiaomi, still sleeping, opened her eyes.

Millet is a mouse, a little gray mouse.

Xiaomi climbed up and stared at the sunshine outside the cave.

Spring is coming.

Xiaomi stood in front of the cave for a long time.

The outside is covered with dust. There is an old book on the old bookcase. The writing is long overdue. The only thing that is a little angry is the light yellow window and the curtain like the sun.

Xiaomi was born here and lives here. Even, everyone is already gone.

Xiaomi slowly walked out of the hole, and his eyes carefully looked at it all. Looking back, there are two small footprints in the thick dust.

Looking around, nothing has changed. It still exudes an ancient atmosphere, still covered with thick dust, even on the wall, the symbol that Xiaomi portrayed last year is still clearly visible.

A smashing butterfly smashed in.

What a beautiful butterfly! The orange-red interlaced color is like a small, flying ball of light that illuminates this old and old attic.

Xiaomi stood quietly, for fear of alarming it.

He hopes that this butterfly will stay with him.

The butterfly also noticed him - "God! What is this gray? It's terrible!"

The butterfly screamed and flew away.

The light in Xiaomi’s eyes dimmed, and there was a slight disappointment in my heart. How many times has this been? They all screamed and walked away.

Millet is a mouse with only three feet.

Suddenly, he seems to think of something.

He ran fast. Run out of the attic.

Rain, got up. Xiaomi is soaked all over. He is still running desperately.

"boom!"

It's thundering. The rain did not show any signs of weakening, but it grew bigger and bigger, and it was poured into the brain.

Xiaomi is still running, running desperately, even though she is exhausted.

In the distance, a little fuzzy beige entered his sight.

He added his strength and rushed over.

"boom!"

A thunder, the birds were so horrified that they flew away.

When Xiaomi was close to the beige, he did not move, standing quietly, staring at the petals that had been fallen by the rain, the broken beige flower buds pulling his head, and no longer able to stand up.

"Snapped."

A drop of tears fell and rolled a few times on the tip of the grass.

Xiaomi body trembled.

That flower is dead.

Xiaomi looks at the blue sky, the sky after the rain, still so blue.

2009/9/4 Lin Yiyun

The third day of the Fan Bridge Campus of Yuhai Experimental Middle School, Ruian City, Wenzhou, Zhejiang: Lin Yiyun