有这样一幅画:一个小孩在海边的沙滩上独自玩耍,赤着脚,用右手往沙子里栽一朵小花,左手提着一把浇花的水壶,壶里的水一滴一滴地往下掉。画的背景是波澜起伏的大海。我看着这幅画,首先想到的是沙。为什么呢?说沙之前,我要说一件小事。有一次我去北京旅行,准备到长城上去看看。一路上,我心里反复念叨着“不到长城非好汉”。想到自己终于要见到从来只在电视里看到过的长城,成为毛主席口中的“好汉”了,心情像窗外的阳光一般灿烂。当我坐了两个小时的车,步行几千米山路,终于抚摸到长城城墙的时候,我的心却凉了半截——长城上竟然写满了 There is such a picture: a child playing alone on the beach by the sea, barefoot, with his right hand to plant a flower in the sand, the left hand carrying a watering pot, the pot of water falling down drop by drop . The background of the painting is a sea of ​​ups and downs. I looked at this picture, the first thought is the sand. Why? Before speaking of sand, I want to say a trifle. Once I went to Beijing for travel and prepared to go to see the Great Wall. Along the way, my heart repeatedly said “No Great Wall non-hero ”. I finally realized that I would finally meet the Great Wall, which I had ever seen on television until I became the “hero” in Chairman Mao’s mouth. My mood was bright as the sunshine outside the window. When I took a two-hour car, walking a few kilometers of mountain road, finally stroking the wall of the Great Wall, my heart was cold half - actually filled with the Great Wall