The sea, blue, far and wide; sandy beach, yellow and yellow, long and soft. Snow-white waves, smirking, rushing to the beach, quietly sown small conch and shells. The little doll smiled and greeted him, picking up small conch and shells, stringed into colored necklaces and hung on his chest. The happy footprints landed on the beach, stringed into gold necklaces and hung on the chest of the sea. This prose image shows the scenery of the sea: the blue sea, the golden sand, the swaying waves, the laughing laughter of the children. With bare feet, running on the soft sand, shells and conch, made a necklace. The beach, the waves, the conch, and the shells were selected for the color description of the image, and then the vision of the footprints, the beach, and the sea was displayed. It was very dynamic. The depiction of this series of specific images was vivid and the children were easy to associate. Just when I was a little surprised, a very small boy looked at me with a sigh of relief, but there was always tears in his eyes. Although he does not speak, his eyes seem to have a thousand words. I walked up to him involuntarily. He looked up and stared at me, and his eyes were still filled with tears. I leaned over and touched the child’s little brain and asked him why he was crying. The voice of his voice was so small that I could not hear it. A small face that should have a delicate and tender skin, but rough like a potato skin, a top is dirty, and the little feet that wear the shoes are like small sweet potatoes just dug out of the soil. I will marry the softness of my child’s heart to the child’s body.
I don’t know why such a small child is far from his parents’ poor hostage Arpel Rings. He needed the care and care of his mother too much. Looking at his thin face, my eyes began to blur. My wife went to dinner and lost the necklace after returning. She blames herself, is annoyed, remorseful, can’t eat and sleep, and associates it with all the bad luck this year. It is frustrated, low, self-satisfied, and plunges into a swamp of emotions. This is a platinum necklace, and the value is really high. But since I bought it, I have been hiding in the depths of the closet. I have never worn it. It has almost been forgotten. Before that, I never felt it was important. I never measured its value. I never felt that we had such a fortune until it was lost. Sometimes, life will use the lost way, people will be shocked, and then realize, regret, and think. Losing is a kind of pain. On the branches of numbness, ‘squeaky’ breaks, hurts the lungs, makes the nerves clear, realizes the beauty that has never been noticed, and cherishes everything that is owned. There are many things that are more expensive than necklaces, hidden in the depths of time, obscured by the dust of life, can not see, can not afford, think that everything will continue, all taken for granted. And when ‘lost’ comes, facing the unmasked reality, the kind of separation that cannot be retained, declares that everything is too late. Our family, friendship, and love can’t wait for the time. Even our little fingers are uncomfortable with a little wound, reminding you of the convenience. Li Bihua said, don’t let your love become the fan of the winter and the cotton jacket of the summer. Don’t let the pain remind you, don’t let the regrets knock on the door. Time is a luxurious curtain, the soft texture makes people sigh the beauty of life, and it will be dusty and polluted. If it is not cleaned, it will be broken, turned into dust, or oily, let People are sick. Always diligently, it is not only the shackles of the Buddha, but also the Zen of the soul. Late at night, smashing the dust of life, counting in the depths of time, in the place where the eyes are tired and the mind is passivated, how many precious necklaces we have. Don’t let your heart take care of love. Don’t let your eyes turn a blind eye to the light of love. Don’t let your body be insensitive to your health. Perception, touch, and gratitude will make the cabinet of time clear, and you will find that there are so many treasures, each string is worthless and cannot be valued.