I can't help but stop. The scene that happened at the age of seven is still as clear as yesterday: "Let's play together!" " "I naively invited a little boy with a sad face and a ponytail." I don't want it, you go away! "The little boy sad face, rudely refused me.
In the big yard of the kindergarten, I am playing the game of "the eagle catches the chicken" with a group of children of similar age. We had a very dark time and got carried away. However, I always feel that something is out of tune with our excitement. So, taking advantage of the gap caught by the "eagle", I looked at it by feeling. I saw a little boy sitting alone in the corner, looking at us with envy. When he found me looking at him unscrupulously, he immediately withdrew his eyes, turned his face and looked away with a nonchalant expression.
His eyes convinced me that this was a lonely little boy. I can't concentrate on the next game. This little boy is like a magnet, which firmly attracts my attention. "ouch!" Absent-minded, I tripped over a child while avoiding the pursuit of the eagle. I was wearing a skirt and lying on the concrete floor, blood oozing from my knees.
I can only sit alone and watch them get excited. I turned my head and looked at the little boy who was in the same boat. He still stared at the children immersed in the game with envious eyes. I slowly, bit by bit moved to his side, gently pushed him, smiled and invited: "Let's play together?" I saw a trace of joy in his eyes, but it disappeared from his eyes before I caught it. "I don't want it, you go away!" He straightened up and looked gloomy. He spoke as if he was injured, and then walked away like a plague.
All the other children came to tell me not to play with him. His parents divorced and no one wanted him.
At that moment, I suddenly felt heartache and longed to be friends with him. The second time, the third time and the fourth time, he turned me down. Until the fifth time, I sent him a warm invitation. He hesitated, and I took the initiative to reach out and led him to the playground ... that day, his face was full of sunshine, and I saw the two lively and lovely little tiger teeth in his mouth!
Until now, we are still growing friends hand in hand.
Once, in a place where he seldom played, he told me that he was very grateful to me. I extended my hand of friendship to him, pulled him out of the lonely and dark corner, let him bathe in the sunshine and warm his heart.
After listening to this sentence, I feel happy: a simple hand can also get a friendship.
Full score decryption:
In fluent language, the article tells us a faint friendship story as fragrant as gardenia: a passionate little girl pulled a melancholy little boy out of a lonely corner with her own persistence, and their friendship was faint but long.