The revelation of a small matter

It happened on a summer afternoon. The sun hangs high in the air like a big fireball, and there is no wind at all. The flowers and plants hung their heads listlessly and fell asleep. Even the asphalt road is soft, with deep wheel prints. I was walking on my way to school, wearing a hat, but my face was still sweaty. How I look forward to eating an ice cream to quench my thirst at this moment!

Walking, I saw a group of people buying ice cream in front. I felt thirsty and squeezed into the crowd to buy one. Take a bite of ice cream, wow!

It's so comfortable It is cold from head to toe. As soon as I threw the ice cream paper, it floated up and landed right outside the trash can. I ran to pick it up, and I thought, well, it's just an ice cream paper. It's nothing, so I keep going.

After a while, I came to a fork in the road and saw a five-or six-year-old boy running to his mother with an ice cream. As he ran, he shouted, "Mom, you're here!" He ran to his mother, with one hand holding the ice cream to her mouth and the other throwing the ice cream paper on the floor. His mother leaned down and picked up the ice cream paper and said, "Father Land loves cleanliness as much as you do. If you dirty his clothes, he will be angry. This environmental sanitation depends on all of us. There is a trash can over there. Mom will throw the ice cream paper into the box with you. " Say that finish, they walked to the front of the trash can and threw the ice cream paper in.

Looking at this scene, I blushed to the neck. The behavior, words and deeds of mother and son, like a stone, broke my inner peace. The ice cream in my mouth, somehow, is not cold at all. Not only that, I feel unusually hot, my face has nowhere to hide, my body has nowhere to hide, and my heart is like an overturned five-flavor bottle, bitter, sweet, sour and salty, and I can't tell what it tastes like. I looked at the back of the mother and son, and felt that I was missing something. I felt very small and couldn't lift my head. ...

In the following days, the weather continued to be hot, and waves of heat waves surrounded the city. As usual, when I am thirsty, I will buy an ice cream to resist the heat. I just stopped letting the ice cream paper fly with the wind, but carefully put it in the trash can. I frankly tasted the sweetness and coolness brought by ice cream.