Ugly stone

I often regret the ugly stone in front of my house: it lies there black, like a cow; no one knows when it is time to stay here, no one cares about it. It’s just the harvest season, the wheat is spread in front of the door, and the grandmother always says: This ugly stone is awkward, and it’s time to move it away.

So, the uncle's house built a house, and wanted to use it to climb the gable, but it was very irregular, not angular, and no plane; use it to break open, and too lazy to spend so much power, because the river beach is not far away, just go When you come back, which one is stronger than it. The house was covered, the steps were pressed, and the uncle did not look at it. One year, I came to a stonemason and washed a stone mill for my family. Grandma said: Use this ugly stone to save the move from a distance. The stonemason looked at it and shook his head, arguing that it was too fine and not used.

It is not as delicate as white marble, it can be carved and engraved, and it is not as smooth as Daqingshi. It can be supplied with crepe and crepe; it lies quietly there, and the cunnilings on the side of the courtyard do not cover it. Children are no longer growing around it. The weeds are proliferated, the branches are up and down, and slowly, they are rusted with green moss and dark spots. Those of us who are children, we hate it, and we have to move it apart, but the strength is not enough; although we curse it from time to time, we dislike it, and we have no choice but to let it go there.

What comforts us a little is that there is a small pit on the stone, and the rain is full of water. It often rained for three days, and the ground was already dry. There was still water in the stone, and the chicken went there to drink. Every fifteenth night, we look forward to the full moon, and climb to it, looking up to the horizon; Grandma always wants to be embarrassed, afraid that we will fall. Sure enough, I fell down and broke my knee.

Everyone is jealous of it, it is a ugly stone, it is really ugly and ugly.

One day, an astronomer came to the village. He passed by in front of my house and suddenly found the stone, and his eyes immediately straightened. He did not go, he lived; later came a number of people, saying that this is a meteorite, has been falling from the sky for two or three hundred years, is a great thing. Soon I came to the car and carefully transported it away.

This makes us very surprised! This strange and ugly stone is originally in the sky! It fills the sky, overheats in the sky, flashes through the light, our ancestors may have looked up to it, it gave them light, yearning, and sorrow; and it fell, in the dirt, in the grass, lying a few hundred Years?

Grandma said: "I really can't see it! It's not so common, but how can we not even connect the wall, and the steps can't be reached?"

"It is too ugly," astronomers said.

"Really, it's too ugly."

"But this is the beauty of it," astronomers said. "It is ugly."

"Using ugly beauty?"

"Yes, ugly to the extreme, it is the beauty to the extreme. Just because it is not an ordinary stone, of course, can not do the wall, do the steps, can not be carved, crepe. It is not to do these things, so Often subjected to general secular sarcasm."

Grandma blushed and I blushed.

I feel shameful and feel the greatness of the ugly stone; I even hate it for so many years, I will endure it all silently? And immediately I deeply felt the greatness of its existence, which is not worthy of misunderstanding and loneliness.

Fifth grade: Chen Daxia 2001