The Best View in My Life So Far
It
was a sunny afternoon during my childhood in my third grade at the elementary
school. When I mean "sunny", I definitely not described for an
agreeable weather. Shiny sun beam was a
torture to eyes and the temperature was almost a pot of boiling water. No
summer cool breeze on that day to ease the hotness or weep the stinky sweat.
After a small run with several of my friends playing hide and seek, I had
already looked like as if I just got out of a pool. But I think as a child I
was restless and was always full of energy to play as more games as possible.
At a new turn of game started, I ran on my full speed to find a perfect hiding
spot. Along the country side mud road nearby my grandparents' I passed by a small
pound with frogs having decent chorus singing and an enormous big old tree
stretching it's branches to the azure sky, covering third-one of it.
A temporary stay in the paradise of shadow plunked up my spirit to fight against the aggressive heat. I kept running without certain destination. Time flowed away swiftly but unconsciously like a small stream along the road ditch. Not until I bumped into a big tree did I realize that I had no idea where on earth I was. The "plant" I thought it was, moved! I was lifted up about 10 feet high and a face with freckles and wrinkles came into my sight. It was a old farmer. Muddy stain dotted his bamboo hat, towel around his neck, sleeveless shirt and his brown shorts with patches.
He seemed so angry that from his apple-red face and popping eyes I saw a "Furious." However, the anger turned into some kind of sorrow instead of erupting. "Just look at what you've done! Such a mess!" after his slightly hoarse voice, he turned me around. Tens of thousands of tiny sun suddenly filled my eyes. Dazzling enough to blind me. It would be a flawless scene if there wasn't a terrible, scary scar cutting through with a rough knife. "Oh, my poor baby." He knelt down and pick up one of the sunflowers which were broken into pieces and scattered on the ground. Soon that I realized that I was the murderer who was caught red-handed.
A temporary stay in the paradise of shadow plunked up my spirit to fight against the aggressive heat. I kept running without certain destination. Time flowed away swiftly but unconsciously like a small stream along the road ditch. Not until I bumped into a big tree did I realize that I had no idea where on earth I was. The "plant" I thought it was, moved! I was lifted up about 10 feet high and a face with freckles and wrinkles came into my sight. It was a old farmer. Muddy stain dotted his bamboo hat, towel around his neck, sleeveless shirt and his brown shorts with patches.
He seemed so angry that from his apple-red face and popping eyes I saw a "Furious." However, the anger turned into some kind of sorrow instead of erupting. "Just look at what you've done! Such a mess!" after his slightly hoarse voice, he turned me around. Tens of thousands of tiny sun suddenly filled my eyes. Dazzling enough to blind me. It would be a flawless scene if there wasn't a terrible, scary scar cutting through with a rough knife. "Oh, my poor baby." He knelt down and pick up one of the sunflowers which were broken into pieces and scattered on the ground. Soon that I realized that I was the murderer who was caught red-handed.
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