I got up early, feeling weak and groggy, and decided to go downstairs for a run.
When you walk out of the Loudaokou, your eyes are green and bright, and your mood naturally becomes clear.
The master who walks past the garbage room and cleans the garbage silently every day is cleaning the sundries near the trash can. Although I have never said hello, my eyes will stay on him for a long time every time I walk by, and I have never met his eyes.
maybe it doesn't matter to him, no matter who passed by him. His eyes always wander with the broom in his hand. His eyes are only the garbage that has not been cleaned, and his heart is only the clean ground, or the little money every month.
Second, I met the fallen leaves and Cinnamomum camphora.
I'm glad I got up early when I saw the road he didn't have time to clean. The fallen leaves on the ground, attached to pick up a leaf, have a long thumb, flat oval shape, uniform size, low-key purple sauce red, not flattering, covered the whole camphor avenue, warm and amiable! In the breeze, from a distance, it looks like a leaf boat floating in the water.
looking at the fallen leaves on the ground, I feel like early autumn. The growth law of all things in the world is not the same, there are always differences. After years of observation, it can be concluded that it is the season for Cinnamomum camphora to change clothes, but I have never verified whether my assumption is correct.
Looking up, the roads are lined with thick Cinnamomum camphora, bending their knees and bending their waists, sticking out their branches devoutly, with branches communicating with each other and leaves covering each other. A green tunnel-like corridor is set up between the north and south gates of the compound, which is wonderful.
The sunlight has not broken through the shelter of the building, and the green under the tunnel is not bright enough. If you wash the fallen leaves of lead flower and lie on the ground calmly, even if you lie flat, the charm still exists and the fragrance is overflowing.
3. Feeling and thinking
The delicious early morning drove away the discomfort of getting up early, forgot the long-term love, and sped up to the playground. Walking slowly for one lap, starting jogging, coming down for two laps, panting, the inevitable result of not exercising for two or three months.
stop and walk slowly, just to exercise the fractured right hand. Try very hard to clench the stiff fingers into a fist. After reaching the limit of pain, open them hard, like a spring that has lost its elastic limit. It can't be opened. There is always a reaction force pulling, and the five fingers can't move.
I always thought that everything would be fine if the plaster was removed, but I didn't expect the rehabilitation training after fracture to be like the devil, watching my every move like a shadow.
Raise your hand and turn your shoulders and arms. The meridians seem to be intertwined around the scapula, making a creaking noise while pulling the pain unbearable.
I remember what people often say, it takes a hundred days to hurt the muscles and bones. What's more, I'm only 69 days old. After all, I fell from a platform 6 to 7 centimeters high. For a person who is almost 6, I should recover quickly. I didn't realize that I was really old until I fell!
The air in the morning is fresh and pleasant, with a faint fragrance coming from time to time, and the breeze caressing my cheeks. Sunlight broke through the shelter of buildings, scattered light at the head of camphor tree, and cast a large shadow on the basketball court.
In the sunshine, I once again witnessed the trees on Cinnamomum camphora Avenue. It looks like a green corridor, which is about one kilometer above the north and south gates of the compound. It's spectacular!
slow down, everything is so beautiful! Everyone and every scene you meet in the morning is a rare encounter in life.
All the encounters in my life are not accidental. I always cling to climbing the stairs and wiping the glass by myself, and I can't tolerate the dust on the glass. I met a fracture after half my life, which was something I never thought of in my life. However, the accident suddenly came. I was anxious for more than 6 days when I was tortured by pain, and I was eager to get rid of it, but I was deeply plundered by pain and anxiety.
I'm anxious to turn my unaccustomed habit into a habit. Deal with everything with your left hand, wash your face, brush your teeth, eat, mop the floor, wash clothes, cook and type. Anxiety can't change everything, but it can only be in harmony with it. During this period, I learned everything that my left hand couldn't do before.
never getting used to it is also a long process. When I think of the long time I have passed, I am suffering from the long pain, doing nothing and being bored. No one can help me, and the pain can only be borne by myself. Instead of this, it is better to distract attention and minimize pain and loneliness.
you can't write, you can read and you can listen. Buying magazines, online classes and floating windows have become my warm harbor for reading. Besides eating and sleeping, I spend most of my time lying on it, basking in the sun, attending classes and brushing questions.
It took more than 2,6 yuan to work with one left hand for one month, and I finished the textual research course of Senior Tutor in Family Education and passed the exam smoothly.
I don't know where I got my courage and self-confidence, and I don't know what belief drove me to get a meaningless certificate. I finished my career in October. At that time, it will become a pile of rubbish together with Teacher Qualification Certificate, Advanced Certificate of Organizational Learning Technology and China Hard Pen Calligraphy Teacher Qualification Certificate. All this is not important, what is important is a kind of cultivation of your body and mind.
fourth, meeting is the best practice
everything you meet is the best practice. Practice requires a process, accompanied by pain and even suffering. All hardships, like fractures, need a process of slow healing.
The cleaner I met in the morning light, he was like no one else, and his composure was the result of life experience. Spectacular fallen leaves, in exchange for pleasant spring scenery, are thoroughly remoulded after wind, frost, rain and snow cultivation. In this morning in all loves, I want to understand a truth that everything I meet is the best practice.