Life needs children's innocence

It's late at night, the stars are gradually revealing the corners of their shining eyes, and the streetlights are striking a romantic glow. Are you still doing English, language, or math problems under the incandescent light? You are still looking for a small point of knowledge in this pile of information? Are you still looking at the computer or TV and sighing and regretting the green number that represents the decline?

Do you feel a little tired, a little tired?

Sometimes you envy the ancients, right? There are spring "small building overnight listening to the wind and rain, tomorrow morning deep alley selling apricot flowers" of the quiet; there are summer "mistakenly into the depths of the lotus flowers" and then "startled a shoal of gulls and herons" of interest; there are autumn stop the carriage, to see There is the elegance of stopping the carriage in autumn to see the frosty leaves that are "redder than the flowers in February"; there is the warmth of drinking wine with friends in winter. Even if there is no computer and TV, there is still the leisure of driving a small boat and watching the long flow of water.

And now? Maybe your pocketbook is full, but you're just worried about whether someone will steal it; maybe you have a high-earning job, but for this job, you have to bury your head in the sand; maybe your grades are the best, but the price of it is a room full of books, full of formulas. So we all have no time to take a look outside the boat again, the heart lost the spring breeze cleaning, gradually covered with dust, so fame, vanity, money ...... these bacteria will take advantage of the void, gradually corrupt our hearts.

I still remember that I used to pull the line of a kite and run with my buddies on the hill, even if I tripped over a stone, I would not cry because I saw that my kite was the highest one. How naive.

I also remember that I invited my friends to go trekking in the rain together, and we sang songs and played games in the rain. How happy!

I still remember ...... turning the pages of the dusty "diary" I found that now I live so tired, it turns out that I can still be so happy.

You are still thinking about how long a blooming flower lasts? Are you still thinking about why the apples are falling? Leave all your problems and worries behind and get out of the house and play with your children! You will find that the world is still as beautiful as the mountains and the birds and the flowers. The children will tell you that the flowers bloom so beautifully because the spring breeze wakes them up and that the apple is in our hands because it is edible.

Let the spring breeze wash our hearts! Reclaim our innocence, find our happiness, our joy. What we need is just a simple and beautiful life.

The fragrance of mother's love

I like to treasure a memory in the sea of my heart and let them become a wave of houses. Occasionally, I will hold them up, but there is always one that will warm the sea of my heart and make me feel the fragrance of my mother's love ......

That wave swung up in the Wenchuan earthquake on May 12.

The rescuers found her when she was already dead, crushed by the collapse of the house, through the gap in that pile of rubble can see her dead posture, kneeling on both knees, the entire upper body prostrate forward, hands holding the ground to support the body, some like the ancients performing prostrations, only the body was deformed by the pressure, looks a little bizarre. Rescuers reached in from the gaps in the rubble to confirm that she was dead, and shouted at the ruins, using a crowbar in the bricks knocked a few times, there was no response inside. When the crowd went to the next building, the rescue captain suddenly ran back, running and shouting "come here". He came back to her body, struggling to reach under the woman's body to feel, he touched her a few times and shouted "someone, a child, still alive. After some efforts, people carefully cleared away the debris blocking her, under her body lay her child, wrapped in a small red quilt with yellow flowers, about 3 or 4 months old, because the mother's body sheltered, he was unharmed, carried out when he was still quietly asleep, his sleeping face made all present feel very warm. The young mother had a smile on her cheeks, a holy wave bloomed on that young mother's face, a strong light emanated from this mother, as long as the child could live, she had no regrets no matter what.

At this time, the accompanying doctor came to untie the quilt ready to do some examination, found a cell phone stuffed in the quilt, the doctor subconsciously looked at the phone screen, and found that the screen is a text message had been written "Dear baby, if you can live, must remember that I love you", the doctor used to see the life and death of the doctor but in this moment tears. The phone was passed around and everyone who saw the text message was in tears.

I fiercely heart a hot, a huge warmth surge throughout the body, I actually at this moment deeply appreciate the warmth of the mother, the corners of my eyes moist ...... I wiped the corners of my eyes, out of the room. Do not look at the waves? No, because the most beautiful one has been forever written down by me ...... I will occasionally hold up this most beautiful wave, to taste, the fragrance of my mother's love ......