The window was opened, because the air was too hot in the city in June. Coming to the window, you can see the stars like ice crystals in the night sky through the window. But it is very rare, only a few. I know the night is already very deep. The desk lamp lit up the whole cabin. There was a pile of books on the desk, one of which was opened. There was a title and name on the catalogue which was very conspicuous, calling who to compete. However, I don’t remember how this book came from? Or I don’t know where to buy it! I feel sleepy and am ready to sleep. But I couldn’t help picking up this book, and wanted to see what profound contents were behind these shining words. He picked up a pen and prepared to draw on the book as usual. But when I opened the first page, maybe I felt too sleepy. I closed the book gently as if forced, and put down the pen. The eyes stared out of the window again. Thinking about the scene in the daytime. Walking alone on the street, I prepared to go to the bookstore to read books. That was an incomplete Street, and one side of the street was a wasteland which was ready to be developed. On this side are several restaurants. Although there is sunshine, the sadness of music pervades the whole street. It is just like the disdainful eyes of the noble rich when they see the rural people in gray clothes. Full of sarcasm and disdain. An old man carried a load of vegetables, behind which should be his grandson, holding something in his hand. Walk by everyone carefully. Maybe I am afraid of meeting others and smudging their clothes. The farmer’s market is across the road. The old people need to cross the road to get there. The signal green light is not on yet. Maybe the old man wanted to find a good position in the market earlier, or maybe it was the first time he came here and didn’t know the traffic rules. When many people gathered on both sides of the road. Some people walked across the road regardless of the red light. And this old man also followed the trend, carrying the burden, holding his grandson’s little hand tightly and walking towards the opposite side. He walked more carefully. When I just stepped out, I suddenly realized that life is precious. A middle school student should not be so disordered and should always have a sense of safety. So I took back the steps I just stepped out. At this moment, a black car was slowing down. Throw the basket behind the old man’s burden several meters away. The old man also fell to the ground. The grandson next to him was scared to cry. The driver got off the bus and glanced at it, saying nothing. Not saying sorry. A random woman, I heard clearly that he said old guy, and also learned from others to run a red light! Muttered a few more words, then got on the bus and left. He escaped with the scolding of people. At this time, the green light was on, and I was going to walk over to help him. But there are already many people around. Look around helplessly and walk to the broken basket. The dishes inside can no longer be sold to others. Pick up the empty basket and put it aside. His grandson stopped crying and stared at the direction of the car’s escape attentively. Maybe he was thinking that he should at least apologize for hitting someone else. I took the opportunity to look at it. The car had escaped farther and farther in the sight just now. Maybe our society is full of all kinds of unfair treatment every day, with spiritual gap and even the gap between the rich and the poor. We live in the bound freedom all the time. Nature gives us life. Life gives us equal fairness. I don’t know what else we should fight? Yes! When I saw what happened today, I felt more or less. I will not be willing to live at the bottom of society forever. Because he has the same life as us. It also deserves people’s respect. Maybe they also have dreams. It’s just that the road to dream is too long and too far away. Perhaps, my idea is too naive. I am the same as most of my peers. Step into a turning point of life and make the final struggle in this season that belongs to the dream of receiving goods. Because I have no choice, I know who I live for, because my life is so precious. Because of my parents. Because I have dreams, because I am not willing to be bullied by poor people. The burden on my body is getting heavier and heavier, and the road under my feet is getting closer and closer to the destination. I don’t know what I will get at the end? But perhaps, at least I used my own sweat and tears to irrigate my dream. When we see the Caterpillar break its cocoon and become a butterfly, maybe everyone will cherish this hard-won and beautiful life. But who thought that this butterfly got the gift of nature through the transformation of life and death! Tolstoy once said that when suffering came to visit, some people flew into the sky, and some people couldn’t afford it. People, like this butterfly, have the same precious life. But people will not have the second transformation of life, nor will they grow wings and fly into the sky. But there is only training in misery. Fight against the fate that is not consistent with oneself, and then transform your life. I came back to my mind, and the leaves outside the window rustled, accompanied by a trace of cicadas. I know the wind is blowing. At this time, the night was deeper. The Earth seems to be sleeping too. The night became very quiet, raindrops hit the leaves silently, and the shadows of leaves swaying in the wind shook on the white wall. I closed my eyes and imagined I am a nature creator. I created people, to be exact, two kinds of people. The former I give them infinite wisdom and strength. Became rich. But I don’t know how to cherish it. I just make good use of flowers for my own benefit. Cause your soul to be eroded by black and evil. No matter World and warm, don’t understand heart. Finally, I was reviled and recycled. The latter is a kind of disabled and determined person. They became poor. They will not be busy for themselves every day, nor will they calculate others. I also give them wisdom, but there is no extra power to give them. So their bodies became defective. Even so! They are also better than the former. They have complete souls and hearts. Suddenly. I was awakened by the rain outside the window. The rain! Just like the poor people. Silently tears. But it is more like a child crying happily. His annoyance and sorrow melted into tears. Flowing from the heart. Then with a light wind, it floated to the clouds. Who to compete with? Although I haven’t read this article. But I think I have found the best interpretation. I stood up and came to the table, and wrote down this past memory with notes. I needed to remember it with words forever. I hope this old man can be well. I hope his grandson can turn troubles and worries into tears and forget him, and spend his innocent and happy childhood. Outside the window, the rain has stopped. There was no wind, and those ice-like stars were silently watching all this in the night sky. Heart to coming. I raised my head and gave them a pleasant smile.

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