Chapter 40 meet

One early morning in May, after a long time, the four-year-old daughter suddenly screamed. "Mom! Mom! Come on!" I jumped up from the bed and went straight to her bedroom. She sat up and looked at me without saying a word, with a mysterious and strange smile on her face. "What's up?" She doesn't speak. "What the hell is going on?" With a fat little hand with a small dimple, she pointed out the window, and there was nothing outside the window except the gray wall of another apartment. "What's the matter?" She still smiled secretly, and then quietly revealed a word.

"sky!" I followed her hand and looked over, and I really saw the blue sky that was blue through the ages but still young, the spotless blue sky was astonishing, a little girl I had known in the word book for a long time, but I was still surprised at this moment I was also momentarily stunned by the blue sky. So, I sat quietly beside her, and the two of us looked at the miraculously clear sky together. I was usually a noisy little girl, but she seemed to be shocked that day, revealing a devout silence.Through surprise and almost unbelievable joy, she met the sky.Her eyes started from the small window, and the loud sky blue from the other end, and they met each other on that beautiful May morning.That moment was truly divine. I held her little hand, and felt that she no longer knew "Heaven" only from the structure of strokes, but she was realizing the breadth, magnanimity, and depth in surprise and admiration—she was face to face. Land met Lan Tian, ​​and she grew up.

It was a summer afternoon that couldn’t be longer, by a lake in Indiana, I was sitting casually reading a book at first, and suddenly found that some trees by the lake were scattering some white fibers, big clusters , like cotton, some floated to the grass, and some floated into the lake. I still didn't pay much attention to it, but I just thought it was brought by the wind. Gradually, however, I discovered that the situation was quite startling. After hours, the trees were still unknowingly drifting those small clouds, as if it were an infinite cloud bank.The whole afternoon, the whole night, there was that kind of thing all over the sky, and the situation was exactly the same the next day. I was surprised and shocked.

In fact, when I was in elementary school, I knew that there is a kind of seed that is broadcast by wind and fiber, but I only know the answer to a test question.I really saw it in those few days, and what I felt in my heart was a kind of admiration, a kind of indescribable awe. It was almost the first time I encountered life—although it was a plant. I felt that cloud-like seed colliding strongly with something in my heart, and I couldn't help but be moved by life's luxurious, extravagant, investment regardless of cost.Maybe only one seed is enough to grow into a tree after being scattered day and night, but the Creator is willing to do such a thrilling feat.

I still often think of that soft lake when I am thinking. I don’t know which of the seeds by the lake has become a small tree. At least I know that one has grown. In the canyon of a passer-by's heart, there are many shades, teaching her how to respect life.