Character

I am a gentle breeze. Blowing through the golden rice fields; stepping through the choppy waves; walking in the bustling market; blowing on people's faces. I have been there.

I want to experience people's feelings, but my mother smiled and said to me: "Children, humans, you can't be, except in a dream." So I started dreaming.

In the dream, I made a child and danced happily and walked. Looking at the beautiful and bright flowers, walking on the leaves and laying me a natural "carpet", walking on the road to paradise on earth, the gentle sun shines on my body, I am hot in it, leisurely contentment.

The flower said to me: "Breeze, why are you going to be a person?" I said in a serious way: "We don't laugh in the family of the wind, we won't be angry and cry, I want to experience the feeling of people."

The trees said to me: "People are going to die. Do you want to experience it too? There is no immortality in our family. If there is, it is also spiritually old." I thought for a long time, and the answer was: "Yes. If you want to experience people, you must go through: life, old age, illness, death. However, I am willing to be a human being, even if I die, I am happy." The sky is still so blue; the grass is still so green; the sun is still so bright. But one of my innocent hearts was brought into heaven by the charming angel.

Suddenly, I felt that my body was light and fluttering. I felt that everything here was away from me. The angel’s smile was still so bright, but the angel was not so cute, and felt like flying to another world...

I slammed my eyes open, the sun shone on my body, I remembered the dream, remembered everything in my dream, I cried and looked for my mother, my mother said to me: "Everything in the dream depends on The industrious hand creates a seed of a dream. It also needs the care and hardworking sweat of the seed. The seed will take root and grow out of the sky." I seem to understand what my mother said, so I am like people. Read the book.

I want to be a man, but only in a dream; I want to laugh, but only people; I want to cry; only people can; I want to be angry, only people have. Suddenly I feel that people are selfish, they have something, but they don’t share it, and they don’t know how to cherish it. There are many deceptions and concealments in the world. Without them, human beings will become better, more exciting, and more friendly.

I am still walking on the golden rice fields. I have human thoughts, but there is no such thing as a charming smile and an angry expression. No one has all the expressions...

The first class of the seven classes of Shashi Experimental Middle School in Shazhou, Hubei Province: Yang Peiyu