He fell into a small river, fell into the water from such a high place, and there was no sound at all. This small grain of fine sand spins strangely in the water and then unwillingly sinks to the bottom of the river. With the slow and exciting river flowing, the water flows wherever he goes. Unlike stones, this fine sand can find a place for itself by its own weight; Unlike a big tree, he grew up in a favorable environment, bathed in sunshine and moistened by water every day, and lived a comfortable and relaxed life; He is even less like a strange flower. He is afraid that his heart will fall into his hand and melt into his mouth. Every day, he lives like a fairy ... he knows that he is just a handful of sand, humble and insignificant. He regards the small animals that pass by occasionally as his friends and the running river as his support. He playfully clung to the woman who came to the river to wash clothes, but she left him in disgust; He swam forward happily, but was kicked away by the playing children and could only shuttle back and forth; He really wanted to be taken home by the girl who came to the river to pick up pebbles and sing time with flowers and plants, but he was not seen by the girls. He is disheartened. He has been instilling in himself the idea that "I am not gold, I will not shine", and he has become degenerate, depressed and devastated.
After a long time, he was hit by the river, and finally he tripped over a small mound, which was used by local people to build a house. Every day, he looked at piles of sand several times larger than himself, mixed with some dusty powdery substances, and put them into a roaring "big belly" to stir around, and finally turned into piles of sticky and disgusting things. He wondered if he would become one of those things and be smeared in different places-sure enough, his prediction came true. The fine sand also became sticky, mixed with stones and so on, and finally filled into a big hole, unable to move. Just when he was desperate for his present situation, he heard a conversation between two people: "This cooperation, the real estate is very smooth, and I believe the houses here will sell well!" "Yes, this batch of materials is surprisingly good, saving a lot of trouble!" At this time, the fine sand was slightly shocked.
Later, he saw the endless stream of buyers, the workers who decorated the house, the happy expression of the owner when he moved into his new home, and the warmth and happiness of the owner when he had his own children. ...
This grain of sand firmly believes that it is gold and always shines.
Sixth grade: Luo