青草悠然

Wriggled through a crack in the iron railing, which fetched in a playing-field that had been built for years, turned left and go straight along the railing until the corner, there was a Towering swing that was existence before I was born. I still remember the day when I came back to the university my grand-parents had worked in; I walked to the corner, where the swing was when I was a child growing up on campus. A little girl in a brilliant orange yellow jumped out of the swing and threw herself in mother’s arms, then spoke out, “I will be the best scientist in the future!” The mother lowered her head and bent her body, took the girl’s cheeks among her fingers and said in a calm and firm voice, “You will.” The dazzling little girl among the grass and white, purple throated petunias was full of energy. And the hope in her heart rose higher and higher with the sway of the swing.

When I was about 5-year-old, I was so timid. I used to stick to my grandpa who had just come back from the laboratory. It's him who took me to the swing in the corner first time and picked me up to the seat of the swing. Then he asked me stand on it and swayed the swing up and down. It is the way he exercise my courage. I was so scared to open my eyes that I grasped the rope at first. Gradually, I could reach the height that almost parallel to the ground. Step by step, I got more courage. What's more, I could even enjoy it! Every time I reached the top, it seemed that I could touch the clouds. It seemed that I could fly just when it fell down with a little sense of weightlessness. Here became one of my favourite places on account of those reasons. After my grandpa retired from the college, we spent many idle hours around the swing together.

When I grew up, I went back to town and studied in a primary school. But I still enjoyed staying with my grand-parents on the weekends. The big swing also contains my sorrows besides happiness. I would often go there unconsciously and threw myself into the sky by swaying the swing whenever I felt depressed. All the confusion went away as the wind plucked at my jacket.

Also because of the swing, I met another man who had a great influence on me. It is a clouded afternoon that could relate to my bad mood, I found a man sitting on the swing when I went there. We talked to each other occasionally. He is a gym teacher in this college who just got his bachelor degree and had a dream to build a gymnasium his own. “Why don’t we be more optimistic?” Once he asked. It’s him who taught me to think about things in positive way. Why are we worried about the rain maybe coming soon? It is a chance to wash the car for free. Why are we oppressed by getting stuck in traffic? We ought to catch at the idea of paying more attention to the surroundings had be ignored. Life will be more colorful if you open your mind and think in another way.

Another thing that was unforgettable for me was happened between a peer friend and me at this corner. Pengfei is a girl who grew up with me together like two sisters. Before she immigrated to Canada with her parents, she played swing with me for the last time and played a tune on the violin. Although I could hardly remember the name of the tune, the rhythm of her unwillingness to part with me kept in my mind forever with the grassland, the petunias and the lonely swing.

All good things must come to an end. To come apart is the cost of maturity as well.

Life is a swing, you have your ups and downs unless you fall off. There is no doubt that the old swing with signs of rust will disappear since the playing-field is renovated some day. However it left a deep impression on me and the memory would never die.