I haven't been swimming seriously for many years. There are no people in the swimming pool, and you can't hear the sound of the side when you dive underwater. It's a good place for meditation.
Meditation is difficult, it seems to focus on breathing, but there is no breathing here.
To put aside thoughts
My mind wandered quickly, because it was hard not to remember the first time I learned to swim.
When I was a primary school student, I stood tremblingly by the pool with seven or eight other children of the same age.
The coach asked kindly: Are you afraid?
Replied in unison: Afraid!
The coach continued to instruct kindly: Come, come, stand side by side by the pool.
The team is very neat, a row of little feet, facing the sparkling water below, it doesn't seem so scary to look at it this way.
Then before they could react, one by one, they were kicked off the pool by the coach
A row of crying and shouting struggled to the edge of the pool.
The coach continued to ask: Have you drank any water?
A row of aggrieved and determined expressions.
The coach said earnestly: You can't learn to swim without drinking water, do you understand?
One of the psychological shadows of childhood, the area is infinite.
The next time I was in college, I was obviously not good at water, so I insisted on crossing the deep water area alone. As a result, when it got to the middle, it became tense and sank.
When it comes to that, I don't know what despair means. The bottom of the water is clear and clear, except for the strings of crystal clear water bubbles beside him, there is nothing to grasp or cling to. The water surface that you can see when you look up, and everything that you can breathe freely, are getting farther and farther away from you.
Interestingly, people feel relaxed when they reach the end of hopelessness. When you close your eyes, you can see many images, human faces, and fragments of past events.
Very suddenly, I felt my feet touch the bottom of the pool. The body reacted naturally, kicked hard, and rushed towards the water like this.
? Seeing the lifebuoy just dropped from the water above the head, red and white, dangling, as if a call. So instinctively, I suddenly felt hopeful. I, who had never stepped on water, managed to swim to the surface of the water, holding the lifebuoy firmly in my hand.
After coming out of the water, I saw the lifeguard taking off his T-shirt slowly, preparing to go into the water to rescue people.
"I can't swim, roll into the shallow water!" He saw me emerge from the water and yelled at me ferociously.
In normal times, although he would not go back fiercely, he would at least defend himself a few words. But at that moment, there was a burning pain in his throat and nose, but he was full of joy.
Holding the lifebuoy and floating on the water with a smirk, this man looks fierce, which is quite good-looking.
In the past two days, I heard many stories, happy and unhappy, and then I thought of this desperate experience. When breathing becomes a luxury, life is greedy, and the rest are just transparent bubbles in the water, passing through the fingers without leaving traces. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com