Reading sound at night

The Inner Mongolian girl is known as the top bowl in the late autumn. You see, she gently stretched her arms, and there were a few bowls on her head, floating on the stage and dancing. She is soft and graceful, and she walks lightly. From time to time, the bowl was thrown to the sky, and then the head was biased, and the bowl was caught accurately and accurately. The audience under the stage was amazed.

Everyone said that late autumn is a miracle. Not only because of the graceful dance, but also because of her perseverance and perseverance.

Shortly after birth, I was diagnosed with polio in the late autumn. This disease was terminally ill at the time, and there was no rule of law. It was a heavy blow to the late autumn that loved dance. In the late autumn, she was almost completely desperate. In a few days, she was so worried that she was like a serious illness, and she often looked out of the window.

The mother saw that she was doing nothing and slouching all day, and she was naturally anxious. One day, my mother asked late autumn: "Children, do you have a hobby?"

"Dancing, but I got polio." I said sadly in the late autumn.

"In the late autumn, have you heard that the next door has a burst of sound every night?"

"I heard it." In the late autumn, she said casually that she was still immersed in sorrow.

"Actually, it was the sound of reading from the son of Sun Shushu, who was next door. He spoke since he was a child, but he never cared about it. He read it every day and slept at 11 o'clock. Now, his stuttering problem has to be changed. You are the same, as long as you work hard, you can certainly get rid of the illness." The mother said meaningfully.

"But I am terminally ill and can't cure it, isn't it?"

"There is nothing wrong with this world!"

"But I can't..."

"Hey--" The mother left the room in disappointment and went out.

Night, quietly coming. A burst of clear sounds rang, awakening the late autumn. She remembered what her mother had said, pondered for a while, and then made a lot of stubborn standing up. She walked abruptly and stepped on the ground like stepping on a thorn. If you don't take a step, you will feel a cone of pain. But when I heard the crisp voice, I thought: Others are still practicing, and I can't fall behind! She gritted her teeth and continued to walk hard, one step, one step...

In this way, day after day, day after day, late autumn has finally become a famous dancer. At this moment, her mother died, the message came, the grief in the late autumn, the mourning was completed, and she returned to her home. She suddenly remembered the little boy next door, so she knocked on the neighbor's door, a wrinkled old lady. When I came out, the old lady asked, "Who are you?"

"Your neighbor, is that little boy there?"

"What little boy?" asked the old lady. ”

"It was the little boy who practiced reading at home until 11 o'clock every night for more than a decade."

"Hey, you misunderstood. I used to have a woman renting my house, but I didn't live. I asked me to open the recorder every night. It was really strange to close at 10 o'clock..."

I suddenly understood something in the late autumn and burst into tears...