Tolerant color

Touched, it is a warm color that spreads in my heart; moved, like an old photo, although it is long but radiant... I have experienced it and witnessed many touching things, warming my heart again and again. Among them, there is a beautiful color that touches me the most, that is the color of tolerance.

I remember that time, I was twelve years old and I was in the fourth grade.

That day, I went to school as usual. Before I entered the classroom, I heard a burst of sighs. "Wow! So beautiful!" "It must be expensive!"...

Huh? what? I frowned in confusion, speeded up and couldn't wait to enter the classroom.

Ah, it’s so beautiful! When I walked into the classroom, I saw the small glass in Xing Jili's hand at a glance. The cup is translucent, and the glass is intertwined with various colors. Among them, there are not only red orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, but also infiltrated, and it is dazzling. This is still the color that is solidified. Turning the cup, the colorful colors seem to be flowing, it’s beautiful.

I looked at it, forgot to put down my schoolbag, and I stepped over to Xing Jili's front. I reached out and said, "Can you give me a good look?" "Okay!" Xing Jili generously handed the cup over.

I held the cup and looked at it carefully, and found that the glass was still sculpted with small flowers. Against the backdrop of the color of the glass, the flower is like a seven-color flower in a fairy tale.

"Bao!" Just when I was looking into God, I didn't know who hit my hand. I lost my hand and dropped the glass to the ground. "Ah--" the people around me took a breath of cold air, and I was so panicked that I couldn't help but hope that the cup would not be broken.

The cup was always broken, although it was only a small piece on the edge of the cup.

"Ji Yuyu, how can you break Xing Jili's cup?" I don't know who opened a head, and the tide-like accusation rushed over to me. "Yeah, wouldn't it be jealous?" "Really!"... ...

"I...not intentional." I justified myself, but for the sake of myself I felt so pale and powerless.

"Forget it, isn't it a cup!" Xing Jili, who was on the side, spoke up. She picked up the cup on the floor and continued: "It doesn't matter, just take a small piece!"

I stopped, I thought that Xing Jili would also blame me. At that moment, I was in tears, and in the tears, I saw a more beautiful color in the gap of the cup! I was touched and moved by Xing Jili's tolerance. That color is a tolerant color!