Spring in winter

Grandpa pointed to the spider plant, which was about to die, and said to me, when it turned green, spring came.

When I heard this, I was absent-mindedly looking at the snow outside the window, and I didn’t expect the spider plant to turn green. The company's annual leave is coming, parents are going out early and late, busy and exhausted, I don't love plants, and I don't have to worry about it. Sure enough, half a month passed, and the spider orchids still lingered on the soil, like a dried octopus, and watering did not help. Grandpa also asked me to look after it. I also had to water it every day, and nothing more than that.

A sparrow fell to the window and stood on my yellowered spider plant. As soon as I opened the window, it slammed and flicked its wings. How can there be sparrows in winter? I am secretly surprised. In my impression, the only animal that was free in winter was the brown-yellow big fat cat downstairs.

I like cats, but I don't like the yellow cat. Lazily lying on the top of the trash can all day, using his narrow eyes to arrogantly examine the water and ham prepared by some kind residents. What's even worse is that it also jumped onto my window sill and arched my favorite glass bottle with its fat ass. In my opinion, the fat cat that can walk out in the middle of the winter is also a ghost cat.

But to put it, I haven't seen it for a while. I looked out, the top of the trash can was bald, and no cat paws were printed on the thin layer of snow. I was wondering that the snowy scene of the silence was suddenly rudely passing a little dirty yellow. I looked closely, and if it weren't for the white spot on the tip of the tail, I could hardly recognize the cat—it became skinny, staggering, without the spirit of the moment. Its yellow fur is covered with a thin layer of white snow, and it is shivering under the thin snow. I suddenly felt very refreshed and decided to run out to gloat over it.

When I went outside, it was still shaking there, slamming its narrow eyes and looking at me pitifully. I suddenly gave birth to a pity of heart, and I found out that I wanted to "get" it to play with the ham, peeling the skin and putting it in front of it. It didn't devour the ones I expected. Instead, I bite the intestines from the middle, chewing the half in front of me, and then use the nose to open the remaining half. I can't help but be a little angry - kindly and kindly give you something to eat, do you still pick and choose? ! My last sympathy for it also vanished.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of the winged wings, I jerked back - it was the sparrow! It flew over and licked the remaining half of the ham in front of the cat. Such a stupid sparrow! Even in the big winter, openly robbed the food of a hungry cat! I was a bit worried about trying to get rid of the cat, but I was afraid that this move would scare the sparrow that was eating and eating. I stared nervously at the cat and wanted to see if it would make any despicable move. However, it squats honestly and looks at the sparrow with a friendly look. The sparrow, who licked two, turned his head and yelled at the yellow cat. Everything looked so natural, it seems that everything has become accustomed to...

Take it for granted? I suddenly knew why the obese yellow cat became skinny. Why did it eat only half of the ham? Why did the sparrow fly naturally to feed the cat? Why did I still hear the long-lost sparrow in winter? The reason for all this is at a critical juncture, a life to help another life, to help it tide over the difficulties. I know again, why the sparrow stands on my side of the hanging orchid for a long time, it is a living life, singing for another withered life, encouraging it to rekindle. In front of God, cats, sparrows, and spiders are all wearing different skins, and they are defined differently, but they care for each other. It is originally the instinct of life.

When I got home, I picked up the watering can to water the spider plant. The long leaves are still yellow, but I clearly see that on a bunch of old yellow leaves, there is a faint greenness...

Grandpa said that when the spider plant turns green, spring, it will come.

Third day: Gao Jiaxin