Wonderful composition of comfortable robot (4o0 words)

My heart is on a starry night with the moon. I am walking in a small town. Suddenly, I couldn't help but stop. What attracts me is a quiet lawn. I began to walk into this lawn and lie down. Noisy crickets add a lot of color to the night. I looked at the sky and the stars were twinkling. I see a star that is darker than other stars. He seems very shy and has a lot on his mind. At this time, I also aroused a kind of worry from my heart. It's a spring day. In the evening, we little guys get together to play, bored, and want to find something exciting and fun to play. Everyone looked at my door and I said, "Why don't we play a threat game?" Threatening game refers to a person sitting by the door, a person puts his foot on the other side, turns his back on another person sitting by the door, and pushes his back in the other person's direction by kicking his foot hard. In fact, this game is very dangerous, but at that time we were still young and didn't understand its danger. The first one is me and a partner. I was forced. He forced me. At first, he exhausted all his strength. I can't hold on any longer. I said stop, but he didn't stop. I shouted a little louder, but he didn't stop. I had to rush forward and I was saved. But he jumped in the direction where I was sitting and scratched his hand. Everyone asked him if he was okay. He just stared at me as if to kill me. I said, I'll call you. Well, after playing with several other partners, the partner who scratched his hand was still unconvinced and hit me a few times. I have no choice. I patted his arm hard and he got angry. He grabbed a stool and all the other partners ran away. I'll go home and close the door at once. He smashed on my door and the stool was destroyed by him. My door is fine. When his father came to ask me something, he said that I walked away on purpose and scratched his hand. I wanted to explain, but I couldn't find the opportunity. My mother came out, and his whole family came out. His mother is preaching the truth, saying that we are all at fault. I almost wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I think it's just a human expression that I avoid. Of course, I have to avoid being infringed, but his mother doesn't understand this and is still talking here. "I simply don't understand you. I was beaten by him a dozen times. He is still unconvinced. He also smashed my door with a stool. It's his own fault. He blames me. When I told him to stop, he still insisted. Blame me? " I want to say so, but I dare not. I have been holding it in my mind for three years, and now I want to tell the whole family about it, and now they have forgotten it. "I completely forgot, no resentment, what's the explanation?" What else can I ask for? I just kept it in my heart, without forgiveness or hatred. Now, in the spring of my hometown, there is no memory of that year.