with flowers

In the countryside, there are a variety of bird songs, pleasant to the ear; In some small towns, we can only see a flock of sparrows flying from tree to tree with a "whoosh", or a large flock of sparrows jumping and searching from the rubbish heap in front of the cake shop; Then I came to a bigger city where there were not even birds to be seen. Sometimes, standing in this quiet and noisy city, standing in the high-rise building, seeing a flock of birds flying high above, leaving only melancholy memories...

Looking around the gray buildings, colorful shop signs, I have a inexplicable regret in my heart. What about the flowers and the birds? What about the bee dance and the butterfly play? What about Ding Dong Spring water? What about the beautiful scenery? It seems that the melody of life has entered a low tide, and can no longer stir up a moving movement. Human beings, sealed by the big cement block of the city, have forgotten the past and forgotten the nature?

But that doesn't seem to be the case...

I once casually asked my father if he could swim, but my father said with emotion: "Although we are from the countryside, you have too little experience." When I was a child, there was a reservoir in the ditch of our village. We often played there in summer. Fish and shrimp were quite small, and we could catch one or two from time to time. At that time, the water was so clear that the adults washed their clothes by the reservoir, and the children would play in it all day without fear of drowning, so I became a good swimmer." After saying that, I saw him beaming, seemed to have some pride, seemed to really return to that time, the childhood of playing all day, back to the summer filled with flowers.

I also asked grandpa the same question, and grandpa also became bright and energetic. Usually not much activity grandpa also performed a variety of postures for me, what breaststroke backstroke, let me envy, it seems grandpa also rejuvenated.

I have to admit that it is the colorful life that allows fathers and grandparents to have a colorful childhood, warm memories, so that they turn around and have something worth looking for.

I can't deny that the colors of our life now are a little monotonous, gray buildings, blackened asphalt roads, dusty street trees, and tired hearts that ignore the blue sky and white clouds.

I want to say: "Life is not monotonous, she is warm, harmonious, colorful; The civilization of a city does not depend on how high its buildings are, but on how intimate its care for life is; Life belongs not only to yesterday, but also to today and to tomorrow.Looking around the gray buildings, colorful shop signs, I have a inexplicable regret in my heart. What about the flowers and the birds? What about the bee dance and the butterfly play? What about Ding Dong Spring water? What about the beautiful scenery? It seems that the melody of life has entered a low tide, and can no longer stir up a moving movement. Human beings, sealed by the big cement block of the city, have forgotten the past and forgotten the nature?

Indeed, life is so beautiful, what reason do we have to let her become a distant past, become a gray history, become a dusty memory? Why not let more people to appreciate her charming, and taste her fragrance?