Waiting for the composition 1 on the first day of spring, I was awakened by the sound of "zi zi" in the morning, and there were several birds singing from time to time outside the window.
The ice on the river is getting thinner and thinner, as if it would break into pieces if you stepped on it.
I'm lying in the quilt. Although winter is about to pass, the cold wind is still howling. Walking out of the door, I saw my grandmother grinding beans, and I felt warm at the thought of delicious and warm soybean milk.
Since the beginning of winter, grandma has been grinding beans and cooking soybean milk for me every morning. After drinking hot soybean milk all night, I feel refreshed all day. Grandma saw me get up and greeted me. I skipped over to see, hey, why is the bean juice so small? I'm a hothead, so hurry my grandma. Watching the bean juice drop by drop, I feel that the days are as long as years.
The branches echoed with the grinding sound of several western Western jackdaw, and the frost on the trees still did not fade.
As the saying goes, "Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers." I shouted to my grandmother, "This is too slow. Get out of the way, I'll do it. " Grandma smiled and gave up her seat. I stood in front of the mill with my sleeves rolled up and my face sideways, looking determined to win. I thought to myself: grandma must be old, and she can still sweat after pushing the mill.
The river is running under the ice, the ice crystals are falling, and the crisp voice seems to cheer for me.
I saw that my hands clenched the stick and my feet pushed back to make an eight-point force, only to find that the millstone was still as calm as a mountain. My face turned red. I thought I couldn't hold back anything, so I tried to suck milk. The two pedals are like speeding wheels. But the millstone is still rock-solid, and the distance between the stick and the previous one is not bad.
Western jackdaw in the West is chirping more joyfully and flapping its wings, all laughing at my failure.
Grandma came over and said earnestly, "Be patient and learn to be patient." . Just like that spring, only when you slowly and patiently observe and appreciate every detail can you feel that spring has come. " .
Wait for spring, be patient and learn to be patient. Experience with your heart, winter will go and spring will come, and sooner or later, Katayamada will be full of flowers.
The grinding sound is still ringing, singing with the returning birds.
The song broke through the hard ice, washed away the frost and sang all spring.
Waiting for the composition of the first day of spring for 2 hours, I am a taciturn girl with a special personality. I often don't understand why girls my age are always looking forward to the arrival of spring, but they are eager to drive away winter.
Yes, as you may have guessed, I hate spring. The atmosphere in spring makes me feel noisy and uneasy. It seems that only a proud and cold winter can make me feel safe and warm.
God knows, when I was a child, I never poured out my thoughts. Maybe no one deserves me to open my heart and greet him with confidence. I am looking forward to the arrival of winter in my heart, so that I can see the lonely wintersweet and lonely scenery like me. What about spring? The awakening of the earth in spring means that people, flowers and trees are awake, and the loneliness in winter is gone, replaced by noise, which makes people unable to enjoy the lonely scenery and breaks their silence. Until I met her.
She was wearing a pink coat, which caught my eye like petals. She broke my peace and aroused my yearning for the outside world. She, who was shy and embarrassed when she first met me, asked me if I could help her pull down the kite string. I wanted to shake my head, but my voice broke through my throat and shouted, "All right." My heart suddenly cooled down, and then I smiled. Silly, she laughed with me.
We were sitting in the gazebo, and she asked me, "Don't you like spring? You don't like flying kites. " I pondered for a while and didn't answer. I asked her, "Do you like spring?" "Well," she said without thinking, "the flowers in my garden bloom in spring. They are very fragrant and attract many butterflies!" I thought about it and told her, "I like spring very much, too."
From then on, we became inseparable friends. I didn't tell her my past. After all, the season I am most looking forward to now is spring.
Many years later, now, we are still waiting for spring together, as always.