I can't remember where I heard that sentence.
Everyone has times 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, 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 said with a smile, "What's in it?"
"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 with a vague 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 played with it, "Is there anything you can't see? There's no secret in it?"
Um? 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!
"No more." Su Qianqian tilted her head, "Even if there is a secret, it is a secret shared by grandpa and I. Let's take a look."
"Then I really watched it." Principal Li laughed and repeated, "Really?"
"Look, look." Su Qian shook her 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 seriously.
Su Qianqian turned her head away slightly and looked outside the courtyard door. The rain was gradually getting heavier.
There is rain in the distance and a steady sound, coming closer from far away, and the sky is filled with a gray gloom.
The wind pushes the rain with even weight, pushing it from a distance, and then carries it further away, brushing it in one direction. I saw a whole column of rain sweeping past the door, followed by another whole column of rain below.
I like listening to the sound of rain very much. It's like listening to Rostropovich conducting the symphony orchestra to play Ravel's music. The conductor's baton waved gently from right to left, and the instruments of each group followed each other in a row. The notes of a group of musical instruments swept over quickly and lightly, forming a beautiful musical phrase.
Some music is composed in pieces and strings, and so is the wind and rain. What it gives you is the intensity formed by direction and distance, rather than the increase or decrease of sound theory formed in fixed sound patterns and directions. Therefore, it is Such vividness and flexibility are full of three-dimensional and hierarchical beauty.
In the sound of rain, she remembered her sister again and the conversation with her.
Sister: 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, an attitude of not being afraid of hardships, not making any excuses, and giving everything you have to complete the task. . "
She remembered it 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. In an almost dazed moment of surprise, a careful braid was braided.
Then came the second and third strands. After braiding the three strands on the left, my sister moved to her right side and continued to braid.
At such a hand speed, she asked her sister, how long does it take to practice?
My sister laughed and smiled. She had been tying her own 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?" My sister gently stroked Su Qianqian's shoulder and looked in the mirror. "This 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 braids into one, tie them with a hairband, then braid them downwards, and finally, use Tie your headband down and put on your favorite butterfly hair clip."
"Look, is it beautiful?" My sister took the mirror from the table and looked back and forth. In the mirror, braids with butterfly hairpins appeared.
"Beautiful." Su Qian smiled and raised her hand to touch it, "Then I can practice with all my strength."
"Okay." After my sister finished, she couldn't help but take off the butterfly hairpin and quickly untied her braid.
Su Qianqian:......
There is nothing she needs to learn immediately!
Su Qianqian pursed her lips, glanced at her sister in the mirror, and then lowered her head slightly.
All right. Study now
My sister is there to correct me at any time.
Su Qianmei glanced 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.
"It's 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. I can also 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 rain in her memory.
In the sound of rain, her sister told her that if she wants to do things well, she must not only give full play to her strengths, but also go all out, so that she can become better and better day by day.
I don't want to let the rain stop, and I don't want to get close to it. I just want to sit under the eaves and listen to it outside and in the distance. When I get closer, it gradually leaves, and then gradually leaves, but then it comes again. A row, Xiaoxiao and Xixixi, like memories, ethereal and blurred.
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