Life is always rhythmic.

That morning, I came back from a yoga studio to work as a garbage man in Lu Yu. I was attracted by the pace of that ordinary person! From a distance, his steps are so rhythmic, almost like dance steps on the dance floor. Approached, heard him wearing music, and was happily going on. No wonder that man's footsteps are so rhythmic!

I missed the man and went my own way, but after I missed him, I couldn't help looking back at the man, watching his dance steps and his waist posture. Yes, he not only stepped on the beat, but also twisted his waist, but he was holding garbage in his hand!

It can be seen that the rhythm is definitely from the heart, not a temporary impulse. When I walked away and looked back at him, he was throwing rubbish into the dustbin. His action of throwing rubbish was full of beauty. I saw him twist his waist, lift his arm and wave his hand, and the bag of garbage drew a beautiful arc and fell firmly into the dustbin. Then he followed the rhythm and went to the supermarket opposite. ...

This man is so interesting! I am thinking, in his heart, how much enthusiasm should be surging, so that he can walk on the garbage road to get a sense of rhythm and twist the beauty of lines? Is it because of his occupation, his hobby, or something else? I think it's nothing, because of his mood, his mentality, or a gesture of his life.

When writing this article, it coincides with Children's Day, and I naturally think of the happy past of my childhood.

I remember when I was a child, I showed a talent for acting very early: I liked singing, dancing and performing small programs. I still remember all kinds of movements of ditty projects such as "I have a little brother" and "Uncle Lei Feng looks at us and laughs" that I performed with my children, as well as those happy times that I tacitly cooperated with my children! It seems that we have stepped onto a small stage, and the whole world belongs to us: we have been painted with thick eyebrows, red mouths, red cheeks and tied with bows ... We are stuck by orchid fingers, stepping on small steps, twisting our waist and playing with small expressions ... Although there are hundreds of pairs of eyes under the stage, we are arrogant and complacent. We just put our heart and soul into it, and only care about whether I perform incisively and vividly.

You see, how ignorant we were when we were young! At that time, we were so unrestrained, so naive, so heartless ... we didn't care about anything but happiness!

When I grow up, I have a lot of troubles, a lot of care, and a lot of help ... I often do something completely different from what I think, not because I can't, but because I'm afraid of others' jokes ... In fact, why care so much? We don't have that many viewers. It's not so much that I'm afraid of others' jokes as that I'm at work in my heart! Always listen to the voice in your soul and follow that voice! If we have a few spectators, we are appreciated by them, just like the person who walks rhythmically in Lu Yu You Yue. I have been reluctant to leave because I appreciate the rhythm of his walking and because I appreciate his heartfelt performance. When he walks and dances with rhythm, he doesn't feel that passers-by are watching him.

I naturally thought of my father who had been dead for more than ten years. My father is an optimistic man. As long as I can remember, I have the impression that my old father seems to have nothing to worry about and nothing to be unhappy about. He likes music, magic and invention. ...

In my memory, my father often sings his favorite songs, such as snails and orioles, little girls picking mushrooms, children in the mountains ... I like listening to my father sing folk songs snails and orioles best:

Amen, there are vines in front,

The peaceful and green land has just sprouted,

The snail carries that heavy shell.

Climb up step by step,

Aha, aha, haha laughing at it,

Grapes ripen early,

What are you doing here now,

Huang Huang oriole, don't laugh,

It will mature when I climb up.

I feel that this song just confirms my father's optimistic attitude towards life, and no difficulty can scare him. Whenever I bring my daughter home, my father always greets my little granddaughter: "Come here, grandpa will teach you to sing!" " "And he often sings this song" Snails and Orioles ",which my father unconsciously learned when he taught my daughter. For decades, I felt that my father was holding a big hand and singing to himself in mid-air. In fact, my father's singing is not good. He has no talent for singing and no moving voice, but he has never been stingy with his enthusiasm. Even if he can't reach that height sometimes, he will finish it with his heart. No matter whether my father sings well or not, he can't help singing his favorite songs at home, at the door and in the fields. In my impression, no one laughed at him and mentioned his father. What comes out of people's mouths is a compliment: "if this person learns, he will be rebellious!" " "

Father also likes to play with some musical instruments, such as flute, flute and cucurbit silk; I like playing the erhu, and everyone can play it properly, which often makes me feel awe, because my father has never been to school, and he knows everything he teaches, including his magic and his inventions! I won't go into details here. In short, my father's life has a strong sense of life rhythm. I think I should inherit some genes from my father, right

Thanks to father! Up to now, my life is not a pool of stagnant water, but still a source of living water. It seems that there are still some waves, and life is still relatively rhythmic-just like climbing a mountain, Ma Pingchuan will climb for a while, and then bend down. Much like alto, treble and bass in music, isn't everyone's life a piece of music composed of these three sounds?