Xiao Ming crossing the river

One day in the summer vacation, Xiao Ming was going to the grandmother's house and looked at the sky as if it was going to rain. He took an umbrella with him and set off. Not long after the rain, although the rain has not yet gone, but it has blown the wind, it is quite cool. Suddenly, a river blocked the way and looked at the meandering river. Xiaoming was guilty: Although he was familiar with the river, he used to be carrying his father. Today, my father is not there. What should I do?

Xiao Ming locked his eyebrows, and he even imagined how good it would be if he could fly like a bird! But the reality is that there is only one umbrella and the wind that is getting bigger. He thought again: If you open the umbrella, it is not bad to fall to the other side like a parachute by the wind! But this is too dangerous after all, or safety first, think of other ways.

Looking at the small river in front of him, Xiao Ming cheered on himself; the man and the man, this river is hard to beat me! Moreover, Dad used to be easy to pass, which means that it is not too difficult to cross the river. Thinking of this, Xiao Ming first took a stone from the river and cast it to the center of the river. Hearing the sound, the river was not deep. Seeing the water flow on the river is also very gentle. So Xiao Ming had a bottom in his heart. He immediately took off his sandals, rolled up his trouser legs, and found a water area where he could see the cobblestone river beach. The water is very cool, Xiao Ming is careful, the step is not big, dragging his feet, while walking, use the umbrella handle to test the depth of the river in front to prove whether the next landing point is reliable. Just go one step at a time. In the middle, I felt as if a fish had slipped through his feet. After a while, Xiao Ming felt as if he was getting more and more shallow. When he looked up, he had already reached the other side, and he stepped up and stepped forward, and he took a long sigh of relief.

Then Xiao Ming found a clean stone and sat down, calmed down, washed his feet and put on his shoes. I remembered the story of "Pony Crossing the River" that I had learned before. He smiled heartily and continued on his way.

The third grade of Liulihe Cement Factory, Fangshan District, Beijing: Xia Zihan