The late autumn wind falls on a cloudy day with cool thorns. This day, the little boy came again. He dragged his heavy suitcase slowly from his distant home to the bus stop in expressway. Unfortunately, the boxes were packed in a mess, and half of the pink ballet skirts were caught outside the boxes and exposed to the cold wind. So the three boys waiting at the bus stop saw him and his ballet box and began to laugh and despise. They casually walked up to the little boy and killed him with cold eyes, as if to say, "Ha ha ha, come and see, how can there be a boy who likes ballet?" He is really like a girl. " These huge bodies surrounded the bewildered boy. Feeling uneasy, he fled to the bus stop as quickly as possible in silence. But after all, the road was sparsely populated and the boy was bullied, but his hands clung to the box until the bus came, and all the misfortunes were stopped.

Another day, the boy was packing his suitcase in the room. The room is almost full of things related to ballet, and the whole life seems to be decorated. There are crystal balls on the table, ballet shoes on the ground, and pink ballet history books on the fireplace. I saw that the boy remembered something, happily put up the golden figurine engraved with the ballet dancer and fantasized with joy. He didn't know that his mother looked at him happily outside the room door, revealing a kind and gentle expression. Just thinking, the little boy suddenly lifted the box and rushed out of the door. This day, the little boy came again. He looked around for fear that the able-bodied men would bully him again and laugh and ridicule him. Fortunately, the little boy got on the bus safely, and the destination of the bus was a remote hospital. This time, he came to the ward again to write a composition. As soon as he entered the room, the little girl who couldn't move her legs in the ward was so happy that she wanted to pull a stool to signal the boy to sit down. In an instant, the boy took out his suitcase and added several scenic spots to the room decorated with many ballet samples. Only he took out the statue of the golden dancer and gave it to the girl, and then started an interesting conversation. These two children are like long-lost relatives.

It turned out that the girl loved ballet since she was a child, but a severe training before the game made her sprain her precious legs, so she had to bid farewell to the road of ballet. She was locked in this ward for a long time and gradually refused to talk and communicate until the boy appeared.

Soon, the girl recovered. Today, a few years later, she stepped onto the stage and finished her first major performance. In the sacred performance, her elegant posture danced with the gentle notes, and the spotlight shone on her white dress tightly until the performance ended perfectly. The girl won the golden cup award that really marked the ballet dancer in stormy applause. She walked lightly back to the waiting room. Colleagues came to cheer for her, and her face also showed a long-lost gratified smile. I didn't expect the boy to come this day, and he looked at the girl contentedly from a distance. They immediately embraced each other in a friendly way, handed over a few cups of light tea and chatted about the past. In the speech, the girl gave the boy a new golden dancer statue. Her eyes were full of tears, and she felt that it really belonged to him. ...

Through the window, the warm sun in late autumn shines on the statue, emitting beautiful and brilliant golden light and touching the world.