His job is to send away the last touch of darkness at midnight and welcome the first light of dawn.
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The security guard in my community is over 50 years old and slightly fat. He has been a security guard in our community for 6 years. Coincidentally, there is a stout but very old banyan tree in the community, which is also over 50 years old.
When I was a child, I was very naughty. I often sabotage and have fun with my friends. Our favorite thing to do is to sneak into someone else's mailbox, sweep away the letters in the mailbox when no one is looking, then find an empty place to fold the paper and turn those poor envelopes into all kinds of small toys to play with, no matter what others think when they find that the envelopes are missing.
Once we did the same thing again, earned several utilities, and ran to the ancient banyan tree to fold the plane together. Just as I folded the plane first and prepared to show off with my partner, a loud shout came from behind: Hey, what are you kids doing? However, when I realized it was a security guard, my little friend had already fled, leaving me to face the fierce security guard pitifully.
Give it to me! He grabbed the paper plane in my hand and laid it flat. After reading the contents of the paper, he was even more angry, staring at me and saying, how can you take other people's letters to fold planes for fun? Hmm? I'm so naughty! You bad boy! Stand here and think about it! I was about to explain when he interrupted me. Mom and dad are still at home, those guys don't know where they are, and I can't run fast. After some ideological struggle, I finally had to face the ancient banyan tree in frustration.
The warm sunshine in the afternoon was separated by the shadow cast by the banyan tree, and I seemed to be trapped inside, unable to touch any sunshine. Looking up, I found that the lines of this old banyan tree are very similar to the ferocious face of the security guard standing behind me, which makes me sick. When I think about it, it's like being caught between Scylla and Charybdis. There are a pair of invisible eyes watching my every move, which makes me tremble and sweat.
Well, it's just a few sheets of paper. As for bullying a child. I thought indignantly, but I dared not speak confidently.
A few minutes later, a pair of powerful big hands were placed on my shoulder. I turned around in fear, only to see a tissue in one hand. He said to me gently: Come on, wipe your sweat first. At this time, he has a kind face, like a kind grandfather. He noticed the sweat on my head long ago.
After I dried the sweat from my head, he said kindly, everybody calm down. Okay, tell me, why are you doing this? Bored, find something to play with. Mine. The tone is slightly depressed. But what you did was wrong, son, he said for a long time. You only consider your temporary happiness, but you don't consider others. If they find these important things missing, will they be anxious and sad? His words made me think deeply.
For a long time after that, there was only the breathing of the two of us in the air. In this frozen picture, not only his examination of me, but also its silent ancient banyan tree, which is helping me think and casting a shadow in its unique way. For an instant, I felt a little similar, a stalwart old tree and a tolerant security uncle. Aren't they all the same? Care for others, be kind to others, and contribute to others. So, is it like Uncle Bao or an ancient banyan tree?
I'm confused.
Naughty little guy, forget it this time, not next time! He carefully folded the crumpled paper, told me softly, and left.
I have been watching him go away, watching his generous arms, just like the thick branches of an ancient banyan tree. I walked slowly to the tree and touched its texture with my hand. This is its loving face. A breeze blew over the twigs overhead, which made my face smile. I think I understand the answer. He is like an ancient banyan tree.