(prose)
When I was very young, I had a rope.
The wind chimes were not mine, but those of a dumb sister. As far as I can remember, she always stood at a distance and watched us children play. A string of purple glass wind chimes hung on their balcony. Whenever spring comes, when I play in the yard with my children, we can hear the jingle of wind chimes on their balcony. Accompanied by wind chimes, my friends were having fun, but I was surprised to see a girl older than me standing at a distance watching us. Sometimes, she will watch us play on the balcony. What interests me is not the way she looks at herself, but the sound of wind chimes. My mother said to me, "She is not like us. She can only talk with her hands. " I asked, "Why can she only talk with her hands?" Mother said nothing.
When I was a child, I was interested in everything, insects on the ground, leaves on trees, conversations with neighbors in the yard, and glass marbles in boys' hands. However, since the dumb sister hung up the wind chimes, my soul seems to have followed the sound of the wind chimes. When I am tired of playing, I will stop, calm down for a while and stay in the yard to listen. I began to hate this dumb woman on a sunny afternoon. At that time, many dragonflies flew in. It flew over and stopped on the stone table in the yard. I caught it. Just when I was so happy, she ran over and took my dragonfly. I was really anxious. I said, "Give me back my dragonfly, give me back my dragonfly." She was so excited that she faltered, as if she wanted to take a closer look, but if I didn't give it to her, she grabbed it, and I grabbed it ... The dragonfly died, and her hands kept shaking with fear, as if to apologize to me. I cried, crying and shouting "I want you to pay, I want you to pay." I couldn't clean up my tears, and then I went to my mother to cry. My mother was cooking, and when she saw me crying into a tearful eye, she scolded her. I saw her leave silently in my misty eyes. After that, I saw her in the yard and spat at her. Sometimes I let my friends throw stones at her, and I even nicknamed her "dumb wind chime".
I went to school. My mother sent me to school in the first grade of primary school, and I was dragged into the classroom by force. I remember I finished my first class in tears. The students in the classroom read aloud "Snow and ice melt, fruit trees blossom", and I was crying at the same time. Once, I came home from school and there was no one at home. I climbed onto the stone table in the yard with my schoolbag on my back to play. I accidentally fell off the stone table, my head was broken, and I was unconscious immediately. In the hospital bed, I woke up and the person sitting next to me was taken aback. I saw my enemy sitting in front of me, the dumb woman, peeling an apple.
I found that I didn't hate her so much. I feel a warm and kind breath in her body. She motioned to me with her hand, as if to tell me to lie still. After a while, my parents came. They eagerly asked me if I was in pain, could I hear them, and asked me if I remembered anything before. Then I heard from the doctor that it was delivered in time. If I come late, my memory may be affected by excessive blood loss. Mother looked at the dumb girl and shed tears with excitement. After living for more than a month, he was discharged from hospital healthily.
After this incident, I found that this dumb girl, who is five years older than me, no longer bothers me so much. On the contrary, I always think she has beautiful eyes, a pointed nose and a Zhang Wenjing face. She is beautiful. Sometimes I wonder why I have never found her so beautiful and the string of wind chimes on her balcony. I always think that string of wind chimes is the best, especially when the wind blows and the wind chimes shake. Once, she helped others water flowers in the yard, and I ran over with a pen and paper. At that time, I was just able to write some words. I stood in front of her and looked at her. She turned to look at me. I bowed my head and wrote a few words, "Sister Fengling, next time it is windy, can you stand on the balcony when Fengling shakes?" She took the paper and wrote a few words with a smile. "Why?" I picked up the paper and looked at it. To my surprise, she can not only write, but also write beautifully. I immediately wrote a few words and handed them to her, "Because without you standing on the balcony, the wind chimes would not be beautiful." I saw her smile. She touched my face and smiled. I wrote a few more words and handed them to her. "You have a beautiful smile. You are more beautiful than a flower. " I didn't know how to express it at that time. After reading it, she smiled and bent down. After a while, I changed the "dumb wind chime" to "
"。 Sometimes, I call her Sister Fengling or Zi Fengling, and she doesn't care what I call her. She always smiles when she sees me, and I always like her to look at me and smile. Whenever something interesting happens, I always run to her with a pen and paper. So she writes and I write. I like watching her write. It's pure and quiet. When the wind blows, I always go to see her. Every time I come back from school, the first thing I have to do is to run to her with a pen and paper and tell her all my studies and interesting things at school. I helped her water the flowers and pinch her shoulders. She helped me get milk and help me read my composition. But my only regret is that she can't talk I once asked my mother, and I said to her, "Mom, why can't Sister Fengling talk, why, why?". "
Unfortunately, here it is. Once when I came home from school, I heard from my mother that the dumb family was going to move far away. I heard that they are going to move to Shanghai. I never dreamed that Sister Fengling would leave me so soon, which is my greatest misfortune. On the day their family moved, it rained heavily, so I ran to their house. There is no one in the house. My neighbor told me that the bus had been out for more than an hour, and I cried with a pen and paper. Thinking that she can't leave me so soon, the more I think about it, the more fierce I am. I chased the train station not far from home and arrived soon. I saw the dense crowd, and I was crying and looking for someone around the railway station.