Chapter 30 good boy

Child, good boy, child hiding in the wooden house, have you seen the kite I fly?I know that the fire in the house is warm and the wind is blowing cold outside the door, but please don't keep your curious eyes open, and you can't move your hesitant legs.You see, how big the sky is outside, and the kites are dancing.Come out, boy, good boy. Do you dream that you are very tanned and strong, like a big tree in front of your door?Have you ever dreamed that you leaped over the fence, and the river, like the wild deer you once saw?You have thought about it, you must have thought about it, because you are a child with good fantasy.

Come out, boy, good boy. I know that when you are alone, you often make up some wonderful fairy tales, or laugh at an unexecuted prank; I know that you, who are gentle and gentle, are most eager for adventure, or dancing passionately with the sun and the moon on the plateau.You tucked a feather in the most obscure old book, and kept a little beetle in the most hidden drawer.Don't blame me for peeping into your secrets, these discoveries are unintentional. Let me show you the flying birds, the flying feathers are brilliant; let me take you to find the little beetle's home under the grass moss, the home under the grass moss is its naughty world, - but you Make sure to return it to its mother!

Let me give you a real gift—sunshine, air, earth, and water.They are all big enough to touch you without making you ashamed of seeing your own smallness.I teach you how every real child should be brought up--to run after the sun and the air and the earth and the water.Life is an eternal pursuit, and in the pursuit you will have strength, emotion and soul.What are you looking back at?Oh, it's homework on the table.You don't have to rush to do it, the teacher prefers your new diary. What are you afraid of?Oh, it's the new clothes on my body.You don't have to be afraid to get it dirty, and moms love kids who can do their own laundry.

What are you still hesitating about? Come out, boy, good boy. Look, the kite drives the ball of thread on the ground, and the last clue is no longer waiting.Quickly, hold it in your hand, and then, run against the wind. Yes, you will be hungry, you will be thirsty, you will fall; you will be afraid, you will be cold, you will cry; but you will be strong, you will be strong, you will sing, you will dance, you will cry, you will laugh, you will care. All of us will witness your growth. Come out, boy, good boy.