Feel the beauty of flying. I believe everyone has fantasized about flying in the vast sky. Everyone wants to feel what it's like to be hugged by the blue sky and white clouds. How to fly when we arrive? What brings us beauty today is the feeling of flying. Let's feel the freedom of flying together!
When I was a child, I always expected to sit by the window, because I could see the outside relatively clearly not far from the window.
After the plane took off, the children saw the changing scene outside the window from time to time, and it seemed that they could get what they wanted and fantasize happily. White, colorful and constantly moving clouds, like white girls in the blue sky, wearing tulle dresses and shyness, slowly change their unique dance styles to various audiences in the plane; Even if the pace of performance is faster, as long as you pay attention to them, you will remember that you are also a loyal audience of these slightly shy, sharp and elegant "actors"; When the plane passed through the thick clouds, the line of sight out of the window was covered by the whole fog, and the fairy who danced not long ago had disappeared without a trace; The mist floating in the sky reminds people of the paradise in fairy tales. I wonder if there is really a place where immortals live behind this mist.
Similar fantasies were almost the greatest pleasure of flying every time when I was a child, and such experiences naturally became memories that could not be easily erased.
It may seem naive to fantasize about childhood memories now, but a little taste of the works will reveal that these experiences of children have gradually grown up and begun to mature' innocence that we may never experience again'.
When I bid farewell to my fantasy childhood, I, a middle school student, was connected with flying through a physical leap in a long jump experience. In order to extend the flight time as much as possible, we try to lean forward when jumping. Doing so can not only improve your grades, but also make yourself feel the relative growth of flight time, even if it is only a momentary growth, you will strive for it.
In the memory of middle school, many male students love adventure and are used to looking for something different. In order to gain more flying experience and feelings, they often avoid their parents secretly choosing the roof of the bungalow and the window sill on the second floor, or climb the tree, pose various shapes and jump down from it.
Individual adventurers always feel that they are not unique enough, so they excitedly find a beautiful sunshade, scribble their favorite poems on it with some pigments, and proudly "land" their works from the place they think is suitable.
Looking for the laughter of his companions, he looked at the landing site and felt sorry for being rolled into a morning glory umbrella. At the same time, he bent down to laugh wildly with the helpless expression on his face and the antics of dragging a "huge morning glory" after landing, just like several other laughing friends around him. At this age, we are always so unique and bold.
No one knows what we are thinking, no one knows what we will think, and even we don't know what we are doing.
In short, looking at others because of our unique creativity is incredible, showing confusion, and then adding a little pride in my heart. Youth life shows sunshine and personality almost everywhere, and many people like "adventurers" will always be created at this age. Perhaps it is with these ideas and unique feelings that we can have more happy classic memories today.
A few days ago, I went skiing in the suburbs with my friends, and I accidentally saw several umbrella bags that didn't land in the clear sky. It is said that these people like the feeling of flying. I think so, too, because I also like the feeling of flying, but in recent years I have gained some heartfelt understanding of this feeling. Flying is not only the relaxation of limbs and vision, but also the deep experience of the soul. Because people who love flying seem to enjoy the world from another perspective, and at the same time, they can bring more opportunities to their hearts.
Maybe you are depressed about "broken wings"; Maybe you think you'll never fly. And I think that anyone can be sad at this time, "broken wings" is not the reason why they can never fly. I believe that you can't fly if you hurt your wings. As long as you are willing to fly, after some hard work and struggle, your hardworking arms will become wings to feel flying. At that time, you will find that the feeling of flying is so similar to the joy after the result of struggle.
Dear friends, even if you break your wings, please don't give up flying, because hardworking arms are indispensable wings for flying. If you have spread your wings or are flying, and you like this wonderful feeling very much, while I send my sincere congratulations, I will also encourage myself and call on everyone to spread their wings boldly and continue to enjoy the more beauty that flying brings to the soul in this sunny life!
Towards dusk, I went out for a walk, turned several times along the circular passage in the atrium of the community, and then strolled to a semi-circular activity place in the middle of the atrium.
In the venue, two pairs of table tennis tables are located at both ends of the diameter of the semi-circular activity place, and someone is already playing table tennis. With the bell of table tennis, I will unconsciously clap my legs to show harmony. Yes, with the nationwide fitness campaign in full swing, there are more people who love sports in our community. Of course, I am also a member who loves sports, and there are many activities in my place.
It's early summer, and the semi-circular atrium is cool and comfortable, surrounded by green trees. There are benches specially set up by property management in the shade for people to sit and watch. At this time, I sat on the bench, but my eyes stayed in a clearing between table tennis tables. Because there is a world where an old man and a little granddaughter are playing badminton, and it is also the world that attracts my attention the most.
Grandpa's badminton skills are amateur rather than amateur, that is, the level of physical exercise, not to mention his granddaughter. But every time, I see grandpa pick up the badminton exactly where his little granddaughter stands after serving or catching the ball.
Grandpa is a little bald, and his bright head reflects the taste of the sunset, brilliant and affectionate. The little girl is about six or seven years old, and a fitting dress is dancing with her beating melody, like a happy butterfly. ...
But obviously, the little girl is still not skilled at playing badminton, and the action of catching the ball is not very coordinated, even unfamiliar and stiff. And her right hand swing is still not strong enough.
The reason why I appreciate this badminton activity between my father and grandson is entirely because I have devoted a deep and shallow love to badminton!
Yes, love! Grandpa's selfless and all-round love for his granddaughter! Look, the flying badminton. Where is the badminton? It is obviously a flying love, passed between father and grandson. Accurately speaking, it is the flying love that can be accurately passed from grandpa to granddaughter every time!
I like badminton very much! However, I just stay at the viewing level. I play badminton myself, but I just like watching this sport. Although I have to watch every World Badminton Championship. Especially in the singles final, even at the risk of staying up late, or having to work at night, I don't want to miss it even if I find someone to cover for me! Therefore, I was lucky enough to watch several matchups between two great badminton players, such as Dānlín, the "King of Badminton" in China, and Li Zongwei, the "First Brother of Badminton" in Malaysia. I am full and happy!
Although this grandfather's skill is outside the door, his actions touched me very much! I'm a father, too, and I'm going to be a grandfather. Love for children and grandchildren, of course, has a deep understanding. So I can measure that this grandfather always tries his best to accurately transfer badminton to the racket waved by his granddaughter. I believe that this does not require technology, but only love, the natural love that human beings have!
Yes, this badminton activity is the embodiment of deep love!
At first, the little granddaughter always wanted to serve, but her right hand was not strong enough to swing the racket. In other words, it is still difficult for her to swing the badminton racket with her right hand, and she can't do whatever she wants. So when the badminton in her left hand fell, the racket was either left or right. Badminton either bounced to her right or escaped to her left. Every time, Grandpa would run over and pick it up for his granddaughter to eat. And encouraged to say: "Nothing, just send it well!"
But many times, the little granddaughter didn't serve the ball to the position in front of grandpa. In other words, after playing for a long time, I saw my little granddaughter dying and my grandfather ran away, that's all.
"Grandpa, you wait." The little granddaughter has finally changed.
Of course grandpa can serve. His right hand tilted the racket downward and forward, and the badminton raised by his left hand touched the racket. Then he looked at the position of his granddaughter and fanned the racket accurately, and the badminton would fly to his little granddaughter accurately. The distance and height are just right for the little granddaughter to raise her head and tilt her racket back slightly. However, the little granddaughter cannot catch the ball at will. Although badminton can fly to her racket, after she catches the ball, it will either fly to the left or to the right. No matter how fast grandpa runs to save the ball, he can't reach it.
"Hey, grandpa's love is so precise, but the little granddaughter's return is always biased!" I sighed in my heart.
I watched it for half an hour, and it was all like this. Just when I was a little desperate, even my little granddaughter was cheering herself up. I came to my senses and saw my little granddaughter finally catch the ball from grandpa for three times in a row. It was under such circumstances that I realized that grandpa didn't send or pass the ball, but love-flying love!
"Well played!" I praised it loudly. The little girl turned to look at me, revealing a trace of pride.
But her pride didn't last long, and she returned to her previous situation. ...
When I left, my father and grandson were still expressing their feelings. My heart is actually sweet, because I think badminton is not just a sport, but love. Moreover, the flying love is not only from this grandfather to his little granddaughter, but from all the elders of the Chinese nation, and it is flying to all our descendants!
I believe this is the transmission of love, the transmission of traditional virtues of the Chinese nation, and will never be lost!