Reflections on The Seesaw 20

Upstairs, wrong! Not this one!

Once, I saw a mother and son playing on a seesaw, and the mother could naturally control the child's position up and down, and they were having a great time. I can't help but think that our parents and we in the world are like playing a seesaw. As children, they controlled us at will, trying to keep us in a position they expected us to be.

As we grew up, we matured into our own minds, had our own ideas, and slowly began to want to break free from our parents on the other end of the seesaw, and the two sides began to be evenly matched. In the twilight of life, they become very lightweight, far less than yours, and all the arrangements and decisions are focused on you, and you begin to be as careful as they were when you were a child.

Coincidentally, God doesn't roll the dice, doesn't let your parents or you decide who among you will be the leader of the generation of filial piety, but at least God determines the order of loving people first and then being loved, about beauty, about education.

The wonderful passage describing the seesaw is as follows:

Chapter 1:

A few days ago, a new piece of fitness equipment was added to the small garden in our yard, a seesaw. As soon as the equipment was installed, I competed with my friends downstairs to play. This seesaw is fun, and it looks like a little swallow flying in the sky.

My friends and I made an appointment to gather in front of the seesaw at 3 p.m. every day to play on the seesaw, and we played until dark every time before we reluctantly went home.

This seesaw gave us a lot of fun!

Chapter 2:

On Sunday morning, the weather was clear, the round and big sun hung in the sky, Fangfang and Ming Ming made an appointment to go to the park to play, and when they arrived at the park, the scenery here was really beautiful! The green grass beckons to them, the colorful flowers are rushing to open, and the wind is blowing and smiling at us.

Suddenly, Fangfang and Ming Ming found a seesaw. So they sat up, and Fang Fang was high for a while, and low for a while. It's clear that it's high for a while, and it's low for a while. They're having a great time! Even the sun and the bird laughed.

Chapter 3:

One day after school, Fangfang and Ming Ming went to the park to play together. Fang Fang and Ming Ming saw a seesaw. The old Mo Qin put their schoolbags aside, and Fangfang and Ming Ming got on the seesaw together.

For a while, Fangfang pressed Ming Ming high; For a while, Fang Fang was obviously pressed high. Fang Fang was a little scared at the height, Fang Fang said, "Obviously, you pressed me too high."

Ming Ming said: "Fangfang, it's time for you to push me up later, you don't have to be afraid if you press me up." "Hahaha, the sun blushed with a smile, Xiaocao smiled and bent over, and the white clouds drifted away quietly for fear of disturbing them. You see, Fangfang and Ming Ming had a lot of fun!

Whether it is on the green grass shrouded in the warm spring sunshine or on the pure white snow in the cold air, you can always hear the happy laughter of children and always see children chasing each other. Once upon a time, I was one of them, smiling so brightly in the air of freedom. At that time, I loved seesaws the most.

I love it because it connects two good friends. The two staggered up and down, feeling the mood of falling together. At that time, we will have a little loss when we fall, and a little proud when we rise.

Between the ups and downs, you can feel the temperature radiating from two impurity-free hearts. Screams, laughter, the sound of the wind in the ears, and the sound of friction are the most beautiful movements of childhood.

When the years slipped through the fingertips, the children of the year became a young man, and became a cardamom girl. When I returned to the place where I played back then, I realized the truth contained in the seesaw——— there are always ups and downs in life experience. If you are in a high position, you will know that you will fall, and you will not get carried away, and there is no one in your eyes; If you are in a low position, you will know that you will always rise, so you will not be self-pitying and self-pitying.

I always wonder, who has the wisdom to inject the truth of life into this child's toy, leaving a trace of warmth for future memories? As we grow up slowly, we accept the washing of the years, the experience of life builds a high wall in our hearts, and the green bricks covered with moss witness the bits and pieces of growth. Layer by layer, the distance between the heart and the heart, just like this, lost the little heart on the seesaw.

Forget the ballads we sang, those bouncing notes, crossing the long river of time, do you hear it?