Run: essays on juvenile prose

I ran hard on the playground, stretching my limbs as much as possible during the running. I was immersed in the summer wind, and in this lukewarm comfort, I slowly found a familiar taste.

The roulette wheel of memory is flipped back and forth, and the familiarity in my heart is constantly enlarged and clearer.

For several years in college, I often run alone on campus, with the same summer starlight, the same sonorous pace, familiar rhythm and familiar heartbeat. At that time, the pace was solid and powerful. Running on campus is not my patent. Many people are running, some in groups of three or five, some alone. My running may be parroting at first, but later I enjoyed it. If you want to ask me what I'm happy about? Freedom, happiness, introspection and enrichment.

Looking back on the third year of high school, I forgot the topic of studying hard in the classroom, but I clearly remember running on the playground after self-study every night. At that time, my pace was full of passion and enthusiasm. We run and shout at night to release our body and mind. Night can cover our tired faces, but it can't cover our youth and dreams.

When I was a child, whenever I got novel toys or delicious snacks, I would jump up and run happily, and the joy was beyond words; When I was scolded by my parents for doing something wrong, I always rushed out of the house at the moment I regained my freedom, became a caged bird and ran around on the road. I forgot the pain and grievances during running, and my mood became comfortable. Usually I spend most of my time with my friends, and the children are very energetic. Even at noon in midsummer, we are still running and chasing in the Woods, by the roadside and by the river. If nobody cares, we can play crazy all day until the yellow sunset, waiting for the call of grandparents. At this time, we will run home like larks.

God sent me back to work on campus. The children's running and frolicking always reminds me, leaning against the railing or watching them quietly through the office window. My soul seems to be out of physical experience and take them everywhere.

I kept running on the playground, as light as a swan, without a trace of fatigue, wandering in the wave of thinking about the sea. After a long time, what I remember in my heart is a little joy and a little touch.

The corners of my mouth are slightly raised, and the pace is getting lighter. I stretch my body and my heart moves with me. I want to say to myself:

Run, boy!