197 1 in the summer of, I was at Illinois state university.
I don't know how many days have passed since I arrived in America. I went back to find a job and walked slowly to my place. At that time, there was only a little money left on me, so it was a big problem to stay. I couldn't find anything to do and I was at a loss. When I walked past the school, I walked slowly with my head down.
On the grass in the distance, there was a strange young man, who seemed to look at me with great attention. I felt his eyes, but I didn't look up He stood up, squatted down, took something from the grass, and then came to me.
He strode and whistled softly, looking happy.
Not knowing him, I didn't stop.
A shadow stood in the way. The whistling young man raised his right hand high with a green grass in his hand. He is smiling at me.
"come on Here you are-"He gave me grass as a treasure.
I grabbed the grass, looked at it in surprise, and then couldn't help laughing.
"Yes, smile, like this! Well, be happy! " He said softly. Say that finish patted my face, touch my hair, eyes issued a gentle smile.
Then he put his hands in his pockets and left smartly.
That was the first gift I received after I arrived in America.
Grass has been preserved for many years, although even its name is unknown; Although the young man's face is vague in my memory, I can't forget it until now.
Many years have passed, and I often feel that I owe this strange young man a debt, a debt that can be repaid: to pass on my music concept and happiness concept to others. Turn this gratitude into a thank you, a gentle compliment, a smile and an encouraging look-to those who have known each other and those who have passed by in life.
The grass is about to wither, and I don't know how to commemorate this missing classmate. I can only pass on this heart of helping others and this heart of gratitude to help more people.
I love life, very much. Although it is an ordinary day, it is still beautiful to be alive. This optimism comes from that meadow. Continue to pay this debt and pass on your love for life. This is the joy of living.