Although it is already spring, the bare branches and dark green bushes on the street still exude the residual suffocation of winter. Affected by the epidemic, there is no one in the small garden in the middle of the street, which makes people feel timid. Suddenly, a colorful communication box broke into my eyes, which seemed very abrupt.
I stepped forward and took a closer look at the communication box. The blue sky, the white clouds, the little swallows flying from the south with scissor-like tails, dancing in the sky, the little pointed mouth that opens, as if you can hear their cheerful whispers, they sing the arrival of spring. A tree of cherry blossoms spread under the sky, from light pink to dark pink, steaming clouds. The lush bushes look even more verdant under the shade of cherry blossoms. This series of scenes vividly depicts the vitality of spring.
I was fascinated, who dressed up spring so perfectly?
I looked ahead, and there was a man standing next to the communication box over there, and I walked quickly past. An old man with gray hair and a black coat is painting on the communication box. His left hand stretched straight forward, his right hand curled across his chest, his right fist supporting his left elbow, he clamped the brush with the knuckles of his index, middle, and ring fingers of his left hand, and his thumb and little thumb cocked outwards, his neck tightened because of the force, his stomach slightly bulging outward, and his knees leaning forward. His forehead was wrinkled, and his expression was solemn and focused, as if the painting were his whole world.
A brush, a brush, another brush, more than two hours have passed... The blue sky of the walan wa flies, the white clouds dance leisurely, and the large swath of Yan hong is the peony that is about to bloom?
While he was panting, I approached him gently: "Hello, Grandpa. Your painting of spring is so beautiful! Don't you need to type a draft? ”
Grandpa looked at me with a smile: "Draft? Spring is in my heart! ”
In a conversation with my grandfather, I learned that he had contracted polio since childhood, had limited mobility, and had been enjoying state funding for many years. He said that this long winter was too "stuffy" and he wanted to paint spring for everyone.
"Spring is in the heart!" Yes, a person's heart is full of warmth, and his eyes must be like spring in all seasons.
【Reviews】
A clear narrative, a meticulous depiction, and an elegant theme are the biggest highlights of this essay. Scene description, the small author meticulous to the tail of the little swallow, small mouth, character description is a stroke, hair, neck, left hand, right hand, stomach, legs, and even five fingers are described in detail, the elderly with diseases and the spring form a huge contrast, highlighting the theme that the old man is the "creator of spring".