Everyone has moments when they are unsure. At this time, if someone raises his arms in front of you, he will stand like a mountain in your heart.
Later that day, in that early October late autumn, Su Qianqian deeply felt that feeling.
Grandpa Li became a towering mountain in her young heart, standing in her late autumn...
"You are grandpa's granddaughter now, and your business is grandpa's business." Grandpa Li said that with a smile in his eyes.
Su Qianqian's lips curved, her eyes widened slightly, she glanced at Grandpa Li, then lowered her head and took out the letter from her left pocket.
My sister has a letter!
Looking at the familiar font, Su Qianqian unconsciously pursed her lips and smiled again.
I received a light letter, which contained a cutout of the clear sky: full of hope and longing for the future.
Principal Li glanced at the pink envelope and smiled: "What did you say?"
"Guess." Su Qianqian pursed her lips and smiled, waving the letter in her hand.
"Yes." Principal Li squinted his eyes slightly, looked at Su Qianqian, and paused seriously, "Are you sure?"
"Hehe." Su Qian smiled slightly and nodded, "Well, congratulations on guessing it right."
"Really?" Principal Li suddenly became a little unsure, with an unpredictable expression on his face, like a smile, but also with an indescribable feeling.
What is this expression?
"Don't you believe it?" Su Qianqian blinked her big shining eyes, opened the pink envelope, pulled out a piece of blue letter paper, and stuffed the letter paper into Principal Li's hand: "Look, is it true?
of."
"Letter," Principal Li glanced at the letter paper that was stuffed in, and looked at Su Qianqian: "This is your letter, are you sure I can read it?"
"That's right." Su Qianqian reached out and grabbed a strand of long bangs in front of her forehead and started to play with it, "Is there anything you can't see? Is there any little secret in it?"
Huh? Principal Li raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Su Qianqian, and then glanced down at the blue letter paper in his hand. The handwriting was so beautiful, it looked like he had practiced it!
"Besides." Su Qianqian tilted her head, "Even if there is a secret, it is a secret shared by grandpa and I. Just look at it."
"Then I really watched it." Principal Li laughed and repeated, "Really watched it?"
"Look, let's look." Su Qian shook his head and looked towards Grandma Li and the messenger Uncle Wang, who were pruning flower branches not far away about ten meters away. After a moment, she turned back and said, "Look, Grandpa.
, I still need your help."
"Okay!" Principal Li responded, took the blue letter paper back slightly, squinted his eyes slightly, and read it carefully.
Su Qianqian turned her head away slightly and looked outside the courtyard door. The light rain was gradually getting heavier.
There is a rainy sky in the distance, a steady sound, coming closer from far away, and the sky is gray and gloomy.
The wind pushed the rain in even weight, pushing it from a distance, and then carried it further away, brushing it in one direction. I saw a whole team of rain sweeping past the door, and then another whole team of rain below.
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I really like listening to the sound of rain like this. It's like listening to Rostropovich conducting the symphony orchestra to play Ravel's music. The conductor's baton waved lightly from right to left, and the instruments of each group followed each other in a row.
The notes of a group of musical instruments sweep over quickly and lightly, forming a beautiful musical phrase.
Some music is composed in pieces and strings, and so is Wind and Rain. It gives you the strength and weakness formed by direction and distance, rather than the increase or decrease of sound theory formed by fixed sound patterns and directions.
Therefore, it is so vivid and flexible, full of three-dimensional and layered beauty.
In the sound of rain, she remembered her sister again and the conversation she had with her that day.
My sister said: Going all out is a spirit, a spirit of being proactive and always striving to move forward; it is an attitude, a kind of flowing reward, not afraid of hardships, not making any excuses, and giving everything you have to complete the task.
manner."
She remembers that day clearly.
She looked at herself in the mirror, and at her sister who was braiding her hair in the mirror. Her hair was moving in her sister's hands. She was almost in a daze of surprise when a careful braid was finished.
Then came the second and third strands. After braiding the three strands on the left, my sister moved to her right side and continued braiding.
At such a hand speed, she asked her sister, how long does it take to practice?
My sister laughed and said with a smile that she had been tying her hair since she was five years old.
"Ah?" Su Qianqian smiled pretending to be surprised, blinked at herself and her sister in the mirror and stuck out her tongue, "Then I have been practicing for seven or eight years."
"That's not necessary. Look, isn't it fast?" Sister gently stroked Su Qianqian's shoulder and looked in the mirror, "This one is very simple, and the next one is even simpler. Keep an eye on it."
"Yeah." Su Qianqian responded and looked in the mirror.
My sister quickly braided the three braids on the left and right to the back of her head. As she braided them, she said: "Put them at the back, make two into one, tie them with a hairband, and then braid them down into braids. Finally, add them to the hair."
Tie the ends with a hairband and pin your favorite little butterfly hairpin."
"Look, is it beautiful?" My sister took the small mirror from the table and looked back and forth. In the small mirror, there was a small braid with a butterfly hairpin.
"Beautiful." Su Qian smiled slightly, raised her hand and touched it, "Then I can practice with all my strength."
"Okay." After my sister said it, she couldn't help but take off the little butterfly hairpin and quickly untied the little braid.
Su Qianqian:......
She didn’t say she wanted to learn it immediately!
Su Qianqian pursed her lips, glanced at her sister in the mirror, and then lowered her head slightly.
Okay. You can learn it now.
My sister is by my side and can correct me at any time.
Su Qianmei glanced briefly at her sister who was sitting aside, picked up the comb, and started combing her hair in front of the mirror.
Su Qianqian turned her head slightly, looked at herself in the mirror, and carefully braided her hair.
"Not bad, I learn quickly." My sister laughed and looked in the mirror, "In the future, I don't have to wear a high ponytail every day. I can change my hairstyle occasionally."
"Hehe." Su Qianqian smiled sweetly, "Wait until I finish braiding two braids to see if I have the talent for braiding."
"Giggle." My sister laughed, "This really has nothing to do with talent. Practice makes perfect."
yes!
Practice makes perfect!
A gust of cool wind blew by. Su Qianqian blinked slightly, raised her hand to smooth the wind-blown hair on her forehead, and looked at Grandpa Li. He was still reading the letter and hadn't finished reading it yet.
Su Qianqian turned her head slightly and continued to look at the rain in front of the eaves, dripping down in lines, just like the rainy day in her memory.
In the sound of rain, her sister told her that if you want to do things well, you must not only give full play to your strengths, but also go all out so that you can become better and better day by day.
I can't bear to let the rain stop, and I can't bear to get close to it.
But I just want to sit under the eaves and listen to it outside, Xiaoxiao in the distance, gradually approaching, then gradually leaving, but then another row sweeps in, Xiaoxiao again, just like memory, ethereal and blurred