On the path near my home, a semi-blind man stands on an old tricycle and buys tofu every day. He always likes to shout, "Tofu! Sell tofu! " His hoarse voice is very uncomfortable. Fortunately, his tofu is very good, and everyone will not say anything.
One day, my mother sent me downstairs to buy tofu. As usual, I covered my ears and rushed to his booth. he
Seeing a customer coming, he stopped selling and looked at me kindly. I put my hand down and said to him, "Tofu, I want 5 yuan." He smiled at me, cut two knives neatly from the whole piece of tofu, put them in plastic bags, put them on the old scale like other things, narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the tiny scales on the scale. It's not easy for him.
At this moment, a little girl came running from the other end of the road, ran near and stopped in front of him. He said to him briskly, "Dad, let me do it." The little girl operated it skillfully. Obviously, she has done it many times and said to me, "Sister, my grandfather has bad eyes and moves a little slowly. Never mind! " When the little girl paid my bill, he turned to the girl and said, "Baby, go and play. I am here. I can do it. " Then he went on to shout, "Tofu! Sell tofu! "
The little girl reluctantly left, and I followed. Look at her carefully. Although she is not beautiful and her clothes are patched, she is neat. I stopped to chat with her: "Little Sister, the tofu made by your father is really delicious!" " She smiled at me, and then I asked, "But why does he always shout?" "To be honest, the sound is not good, which may scare away customers." I don't want to, but the little girl seriously replied, "No, you may feel bad, but for me, my father's voice is the most beautiful." I was surprised and asked, "Why!" The little girl answered me seriously: "Because my whole family lives on my father selling tofu. He is in poor health, with bad eyes and throat. The doctor said not to let him shout, but he insisted on doing so in order to sell more ... "The little girl said that her eyes began to turn red and paused. Then she added, "Now I don't have much homework. I want to help him, but he never lets me. I want to save money to buy him a small horn so that he doesn't have to shout! "
My eyes are a little moist. I want to go back and ask my mother for some money, but I know she won't. I can only say to her, "well, your wish will come true soon!" " "
From then on, every time I passed him, I stopped covering my ears and listened to the most beautiful voice with my heart. I believe it won't be long before a small horn will be set up at that booth, from which the little girl's crisp and more beautiful voice will come: "Tofu seller ..."
The most beautiful voice
I first met Mr. Yin in the early autumn three years ago. All the trees are dense, and at first glance they are cold and hot. That day, my classmates and I were sitting in the classroom, waiting quietly for a new Chinese teacher with children's anxiety and curiosity.
After the bell rang, an old but energetic teacher came into the classroom. The students immediately looked at him from head to toe with sly eyes: there were clearly visible silver lines in his slightly messy hair, and the buttons of his long-sleeved shirt with a little wrinkle were buttoned. "It's an old man" and "it's an old man", and several naughty boys immediately exchanged opinions in a whisper. He lovingly scanned the classroom with his eyes, wrote a neat word "Yin" on the blackboard with chalk, and then began to speak in dialect: "Hello, classmates! My surname is Yin, and I just transferred here from a rural middle school. I will be your Chinese teacher this semester. " As soon as the voice fell, someone secretly laughed below. It turns out that teachers are called "teachers" and "annoying teachers"! Later, after a long time, the students called the teacher who taught us in dialect "annoying teacher", which means "old teacher"
However, despite Mr. Yin's cliche, the students still like his class very much. In addition to his lively and interesting classes, there is another important reason that his chalk handwriting is great! After a few gentle toots, his amazing words were left on the blackboard, which were meticulous and pleasing to the eye, giving people a feeling of vigor and strength. Students always like to follow the words on the blackboard after Chinese class. Influenced by teacher Yin, there are more students in our class who write well.
In this way, we spent a semester happily with Teacher Yin. One day shortly after the winter vacation, Teacher Yin announced a plan that all our classmates couldn't believe, that is, he decided to learn Mandarin! As for the reason, it is very simple, that is, to have more * * * the same language with classmates. Finally, he said humorously, see who dares to annoy me! I don't know when it reached his ears.
No one expected that Teacher Yin would keep his word. Since then, he has always worked hard to insist on giving us lessons in his nondescript and almost broken Mandarin. Regardless; No retronasal sound; Without sticking out your tongue, some students snickered while listening in class. Nevertheless, he worked very hard to improve his Mandarin. During recess, he will ask us pupils this and that with a dictionary; When I get to school in the morning, I can always see Mr. Yin pacing back and forth on the playground with a radio. In the evening, there is always the sound of Teacher Yin reading the newspaper word for word in the quiet office. At that time, there seemed to be such an unspeakable tacit understanding between the beautiful sunset and Mr. Yin. During that time, Teacher Yin often gave us lessons in a hoarse voice. The students were deeply moved by his seriousness. After a period of study, the students have felt that Teacher Yin's Mandarin is very similar to Mandarin. Anyone who still says that he is annoying the teacher behind his back will certainly attract unanimous opposition from his classmates.
Another month has passed, and Teacher Yin's Mandarin is almost standard. Some students say that his voice sounds like Ren Zhihong, some students say that his voice sounds like Zhao Zhongxiang, and some students say that no one looks like a beautiful woman. However, it was at the final teacher-student association that Mr. Yin's voice really conquered the whole class. When he finished reading Mao Zedong's "Spring and Snow in Qinyuan" forcefully in Mandarin with a slight dialect and magnetic sound quality, the applause in the lecture hall thundered!
So far, his thrilling, forceful, impassioned and forceful voice has been echoing in my ears:
Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is only one piece of Wang Yang, and the river has lost its waves. ...
The most beautiful voice
Some people say that the most beautiful sound is euphemistic singing, others say that the most beautiful sound is crisp and pleasant bird singing, but for me, the most beautiful sound is the rumble of a lathe (a kind of machine).
My father works as a metalworker, and there is only a wall between his workshop and my bedroom. Every night, the noise from the machine next door makes the wall seem to be moving. The noise is harsh and noisy, which makes me upset and difficult to sleep. For this reason, I complained to my father more than once, and my father could only smile helplessly and continue to work.
It was not until that night that I understood the bitterness contained in my father's smile.
At dinner that night, my father joked with me and said that he would send my disobedient child to someone else's house. I can easily take a joke seriously. I was very unhappy when I heard it. I left my job and went upstairs sullenly, leaving my parents looking at each other. Dad wanted to visit me in Doby again, but he suddenly shut up and went to work in the workshop next door. I went to bed early and sulked in bed. After a long time, my anger gradually subsided. At this moment, I heard the familiar voice again, but I suddenly understood something from it. Dad works in the workshop for more than ten hours every day. He is not only noisy, but also tired, but he never complains. As for me, I am not only inconsiderate of my father, but also angry with him. I really don't understand. At the moment, I am lying comfortably in bed, while he is still trying. How much effort and sweat has he devoted to this family and to me? How could my father, who loves me so much, send me to someone else's house? I feel very sorry and ashamed. Listening to the rumbling sound coming from next door, I usually think it is noise, but I think it is the most beautiful and pleasant sound in the world. Dad is not good at expressing his love for me, and this lathe sound is just the most beautiful voice of father's love! Thinking about thinking, tears quietly crossed my cheeks.
That night, I realized the true meaning of fatherly love from the rumble of lathe. Fatherly love is unknown and ubiquitous, and children can only experience it with their hearts. Every night, the roar of the lathe echoes in my ears. I no longer think it's noise, and I can't sleep because of it. This voice is more beautiful than my mother's gentle lullaby. I fell asleep with my father's love in the arms of this voice.
There is a voice that will give me the greatest encouragement when I encounter setbacks; There is a voice that will lead me out of the maze when I am confused; There is a voice that will gently brush away the pain for me when I fall; There is a voice that often echoes in my mind, but I have to accept the helplessness of burying it in my heart forever ... A photo made in Zhang Xiu vividly reflects the footprints of the old man of time, with missing chapters or beautiful or sad fairy tales printed on it, which is effective evidence of their glorious existence. However, some of them left quietly without preparation, leaving no way to mourn. They just think of the deepest and most precious corner buried in their minds in despair. The road to that corner was blocked by ice, gradually darkened and closed forever. Occasionally, like a movie, my mind is fascinated by the picture and intermittent reverberation. I carefully combined the picture with the sound and wanted to go back to the fairy tale. "It doesn't matter. Take it easy. You can do it. Don't think too complicated. Relax. " "When I was doing the problem, I knew you might not. I wanted to give you some answers at that time, but I had to rely on myself in the examination room. " "What's the matter with you? Who bothers you? " "Don't be too sad. That teacher is doing you a favor and trying to stimulate you. You should understand. " "You are good at this subject. Look at your other subjects. What's the matter? You should make up for it seriously. You don't want it, I'll help you. " "Be careful, the monster in front is very powerful. I attack from a distance, you attack in the process, and I cover your blood." When I opened my eyes, everything disappeared, and the echo disappeared, as if nature had never appeared, and the sea was calm. Blue sky, floating clouds, breeze caressing cheeks, holding your breath, lingering sound curled up. I didn't chase him. I learned to understand him calmly. I'm not in a hurry, just like smelling the lily. I should not lose my elegance, I will find a faint fragrance. Without music, the waltz will still shine, just making the low-key taste more intense. ...