Clear light spilled out and water droplets flowed into the lake. The boy's feet alternated in the cool, causing slight ripples. He was lying flat on the grass of the lake embankment, and the soil smelled faintly. I went to pick wild vegetables in the mountains a few days ago, but it still tastes the same after being cooked by my mother, which is the most appetizing. He tried not to be fascinated by the overflowing fragrance. He came to count the stars, not to do anything else.
Until the first star hangs high, gradually, until it fills the whole night. He squinted and counted one by one with his fingers. No one knows how much he counted, or how much he mistyped. After a while, he fell asleep, leaving only the brilliance of the sky. Moonlight weaves a thin quilt for him, so the dream is deep.
The wind blew a corner and the boy stood here alone. He seemed to suddenly realize something and raised his chin. It turns out that the blue sky is not like this. He has never seen a gray day. Cars roared on the road. He hates the smell of waste gas. Whenever a car passes by, he bulges his mouth and holds his breath. The pedestrians on the road are bustling, all wearing pale masks. He ran to a pedestrian and asked him why he was wearing it. Unfortunately, the boy sneezed. "You see, this is the reason."
With that, he took out a green one from a bag of medical masks and put it on the boy. "Be careful next foggy day." The boy didn't ask for much understanding, but he did it obediently. He felt that adults' suggestions should be taken seriously and said thank you to him. Much better. He kept walking and looked at all kinds of novelty things in the street, such as air fresheners and vacuum cleaners, which made him even more confused.
Jumping away for a long time, he saw a long queue in front of the hospital, and they all coughed heavily or lightly. The boy expressed sympathy for them, maybe just sympathy, and hoped that they would get better soon.
The boy wanted to leave here, but suddenly there was a strong wind, which rolled up dust all over the sky. The cool morning light fell on his cheek and the boy suddenly sat up. He fell asleep while counting the stars by himself. He giggled. Looking back here, there are blue sky and white clouds, and there are green mountains and faint water. He doesn't want to realize his dream. No, he doesn't. But where was the maltose stick stolen last night? He was so anxious to find it on the ground that he was so tired that he was sweating all over. "I found it!" The boy held the stick tightly for fear that it would fall.
The wind tugged at the boy's heartstrings, fell into the boy's smile and accompanied him all the way home. He believes that the future is still the same, picturesque, grandma and dad, as well as himself, will be healthy and will not become "old people" in advance.