The neighbor's child is quiet and blind.

Spring has come, and the green space in the community is full of flowers. Peach blossoms and Chinese rose flowers are in full bloom. The rich fragrance of flowers attracted silence. The little girl is immersed in the flowers all day.

In the morning, I do sports on the green path, and I quietly shuttle among the flowers. She walks smoothly without any stumbling. She stopped quietly in front of a Chinese rose. She slowly stretched out her hands and, under the guidance of the fragrance of flowers, reached out to a rose stained with dew. I almost cried out, because a flower stopped on that rose tree.

Quiet fingers closed quietly and caught the butterfly. What a miracle! The butterfly with eyes open was caught by the magical spirituality of the blind girl. Butterflies fluttered between her fingers, and her quiet face was full of surprise. This is a brand-new experience, and her peaceful mind has come to a place she has never experienced before.

I stood quietly and looked at the silence. I seemed to see her colorful inner world, and for an instant, I was deeply moved.

In the depths of spring, I feel the spring quietly and carefully. For a long time, she opened her fingers, and the butterfly flapped its wings and flew away, quietly looking up. At this moment, the quiet heart must have crossed a beautiful arc, and the butterfly crossed an extremely beautiful curve in her eight-year-old life, telling the concept of flying.

I didn't break the silence. Everyone has the right to live, and anyone can create a colorful world of their own. In this fragrant morning, silence tells me this truth.