"... a mouse crept out from under the table and slowly ate the crumbs on the ground. This mouse is very small. It didn't guess. It was very calm. While eating, it looked up at me-I woke up in surprise, and my parents looked down. In all directions, it is still happy, very small in the light shadow, with light gray tender hair, flexible small body and bright eyes. "
From the lines written by Bing Xin, it is not difficult to see that this is a lovely mouse, as if holding it in the palm of his hand irresistibly and studying it carefully. In normal times, when we see a mouse, we will never have any pity. But how small is that mouse? I imagined that my heart beat faster when I faced this mouse. The mouse is not good in my concept, it is so small. It's just a little life that just came into this world. After reading Bing Xin's article, I feel the beauty of life. I seem to see life beating happily between the lines.
"Son, please let me repent! For an instant, I leaned down in a panic, took the book in my hand and gently covered it. -Jesus! He-he didn't leave. Through the pages, I feel his soft little body squatting on the ground without resistance. "
The life of a mouse, like a meteor falling to the ground, is so short, but so calm, as if witnessing the whole process of its own death. I think it should be a very painful experience. Every day under our feet, there are countless small creatures living their delicious and happy lives, but they are too small for us to see. So every day there are many small creatures lying quietly under our feet. I remember I once found a pink-green butterfly. It was probably injured, flapping its sound wings hard and trying to fly, but it never succeeded. It goes around my feet like a circle. I crouched down and looked at the struggling one. I reached out and picked up one of its wings. I feel it flutters even more, and it wants to escape from my fingers. I feel its wings are as smooth as silk, but they seem thinner than the thinnest piece of paper, as if I push harder and the butterfly's wings will break. The butterfly struggled as if my hand were a talon. In the sun, I saw powder dripping from its wings and drifting away with the wind. I feel that life is beating and struggling between my fingers. It still resists the great power of my fingers with its wings that have not been flapped, as if a white rabbit is trying to push open a heavy door. At this time, I already felt that tenacious butterfly flew into my heart and struggled in my heart. My heart seems to ache faintly, and that kind of life seems to make me so small. It seems that I can't stand its vitality anymore. I ran to the door and put it in the grass. It's still churning in the grass with a bang. Let me marvel at how great life is. I thought: if I hadn't caught it at that time, it might have flown away and its tiny scales wouldn't fall off. I looked at the slippery pink-green powder on my fingers, and at this time they seemed to have surrounded my heart layer by layer. The breeze is blowing, and I seem to smell a fragrance. Maybe this is the unique fragrance of butterflies. I originally thought: Butterfly is like a proud queen, who always keeps people away, only letting people catch a glimpse of her charming and gorgeous clothes. But that pink-green butterfly changed me a lot. Perhaps it was through hardships that they reached this supreme throne. And the mouse, it was pressed under the book, and its thin life could not stand a little wind and rain. This is life.
"A happy virtual hall, the tiger has pounced on it, and I can't stop it. It has emerged from the crack, and it is still in its mouth. Out of the door, I heard it chirping in the tiger's mouth a few times, and then there was no sound. -Less than a minute before and after, this tame little animal let an arrow whiz through my heart! ..... it's time to rest in peace. I want to go back to my bedroom. A reluctant smile increased my guilt. I lingered for a long time and didn't know what to do-I didn't change my clothes, but leaned against the bed and fell on the pillow. In this state, I was silent for fifteen minutes-I finally shed tears. "
We all know how to apologize to others. But just facing the mouse, we were silent, as if there was nothing to say. How should we face the little life? That mouse is only that small, as weak as water. That life, like a small burning meteorite, disappeared on the earth. Makes me want to stay in a dark room and cry silently. How fragile life is.
"It has been more than a year now. Sometimes I study late into the night and then I see a mouse come out. I always feel ashamed and almost want to escape. I always thought it was a mother mouse, and I came out to look for it with sad tears every night, trying to take it back ... "
Facing the mouse, Grandma Bing Xin felt very guilty. Moved me and reminded me of one thing:
It was one morning, and I went to buy breakfast by bike. On the way back, I was bent on going home quickly. On the road, there is a girl about my age riding a bicycle with a child about three or four years old. On the way, the child dropped his slippers. He began to cry. I'm right behind them. I saw the child's tears come out of his eyes like spring water, as if he were an angry little lion. Tears left a gray mark on his innocent face, as if his eyebrows were covered with tears. At this moment, an idea rose from the depths of my mind. I will help the children put on slippers. But I also thought, this is such a simple thing, as long as they do it themselves, why should they be helped? But I thought, what's the harm in helping this? Seeing that I am getting closer and closer to them, I feel my blood rushing to my head. In the end, I decided not to help them pick it up. I saw the little girl stop the car and seemed a little angry. She went back to get slippers and probably criticized the children again. The child's crying still didn't stop, he still sobbed and his body trembled. I'm getting farther and farther away from them. I thought: If I help them pick it up, maybe the little girl's expression will light up instead of complaining. If I help them pick it up, maybe I will relax and feel better all day. But I didn't. What a simple thing it is. When it happened to me, I hesitated. I often ask myself afterwards, is it so difficult? I can't believe I'm hesitating. I even think I should laugh at what I've decided.
When this happens, some people will make a decisive decision and help them immediately. Some people will turn a blind eye and go their own way. But I tried to help them, and finally I walked away. It's like the devil in your head, driving away angels. I regret not helping them. Although I have no friendship with them, I always feel sorry for them. I think I need more love to enrich my soul.
Love is like rain and dew, watering the seeds in our hearts; Love is like a boat, in which we ride the wind and waves; Love is like wings, with which we can see a wider world. Love is the belief of life, because with love, we can live happily in this world. Take love as life belief and be grateful for life. Thank parents for their fatherly love and maternal love; Thank friends for their sincere concern; Thank strangers for helping us when we are in trouble ... because love is an emotion that we need to experience all our lives. Put your hands gently on your chest. Do you feel it? This is your heartbeat, your life, your love. Love is hidden in your heart. Love is the belief of life and will accompany you all your life!
I lived in my uncle's house for two days in the summer vacation, and I accidentally saw the fifth newsletter of Bing Xin's prose, Send a Little Reader. Reading, there is a trace of bitterness in my heart. Grandma Bing Xin met a mother and daughter on the train. My daughter has been playing the woman, asking for soup and water. Mother has a kind face, and the attitude she talks to is like pity and scolding. This can't help but remind grandma Bing Xin of her mother. Recalling leaving, my aunt asked her if she was willing to give up her mother. She smiled indifferently and replied, "Then why can't you bear it? The days are so short that there are still people there to take care of them. " But in fact, I can't bear to part with my mother and all my dear people.
Looking at it, my eyes are moist and a feeling of oily oil rises in my heart. Yes, who can break this strong mother-child relationship? Mother gave us life, nurtured us and gave us love, which is eternal, gentle and delicate. However, it is this kind of love that surrounds us. It is so small that we don't cherish it, and sometimes we even get bored. At that time, we hoped to get love as spectacular as a waterfall.
Now most families have only one child, mostly "little emperors" and "little princesses", all of whom are self-centered. Students, we don't know if we are lucky. Imagine if an orphan wanders in the society, who will ask him if he is cold, and who will care about him?
The motherland is our "mother". In retrospect, when foreigners invaded our land, how many Chinese sons and daughters gave their lives to defend the motherland and protect it from being trampled by the invaders. Nowadays, there are still many overseas wanderers who cannot return to their mothers' arms. Hong Kong and Macao have returned to the motherland one after another, but Taiwan Province Province, the treasure island, is still wandering outside. Yu Guangzhong wrote in Homesickness: "Homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there. " The motherland welcomes the return of this wanderer in Taiwan Province Province with open arms!
A mother's love is like a raging sea, a mother's love is like the sky, a mother's love is like a "safe haven" and a mother's love is like a hot spring. Let's learn from Grandma Bing Xin, cherish it, repay it and praise it!