If the world is a hut, then love is a window in the hut; If the world is a ship, then love is a bright light in the vast sea; Open the window of memory and sail the sea of care. When I was in kindergarten, my uncle's hand and indifferent expression always flashed in my mind. Every Saturday, I always go outside with my mother. I lived in Tongan at that time, but I had a house in Xiamen, so it was a matter of course to come to Xiamen. Foreign soil is my favorite place, and the children's library on the fifth floor is also my yearning place. You know, the "monster" of the escalator is what I am most afraid of, but it is essential to have a "close hug" with this "monster" on the fifth floor. Every time, I will be scared and sweat. ? When I was one year old, I became braver. When I got on the escalator, I stopped holding my mother's hand, but took the first step carefully and held the handle. Who knows, I succeeded! I cheered for a while, then I forgot my mother, left her far behind and rushed to the escalator leading to the third floor. This time, my heart is full of a sense of sacredness, as if to do a very sacred thing. Forget the handrail and the "big monster" of the past. This time, it is the moment when I am about to beat it. There was only one person in front, and I stepped on the elevator without hesitation. I was shocked and my mother came with a "wow". When she heard her baby daughter crying, she was very anxious, but there was nothing she could do. There are many people behind me. Everyone was surprised by my acrobatic performance. She picked up her mobile phone and took pictures. My mother pushed her way through the crowd. She looked at me and could do nothing. I was halfway through the elevator, and all my hopes were pinned on my uncle in front. There was nothing anyone could do but him, but he gave me a disdainful look with a cold face. How can he help me? The more I think about it, the sadder it gets. Who can help me at this time? Almost there! I was in tears. Suddenly, I felt someone holding my hand and pulling me, and I stood up! I didn't know, but when I saw it, I was shocked. It's an indifferent uncle. He's half ringing. When reflecting, I want to say "thank you" to him. But wearing a hat, he zipped up his clothes and put his hand into his pocket, trying to hide himself in a heavier way, like doing something wrong, and soon disappeared at the end of the corridor. This is just a stranger who met me by chance, and it is indifferent. Why do you want to slip away when you do something good? What's his purpose? Is it really out of kindness? Numerous questions flashed through my mind, and after many years, all the questions were still inconclusive. ? I haven't seen him since kindergarten and I haven't forgotten him. Now, whenever I go to the third floor, I always look at the end of the corridor. I look forward to meeting him. Even though he is still so indifferent, I just want to say "thank you" to him. Although I have never seen him, I always feel that there are always a pair of eyes on the third floor, watching me silently behind my back, waiting for me to lend me a helping hand next time when I need help. Care is like a cool breeze in summer, cool and comfortable; At the end of the third floor, cold eyes, cold hands and cold people, that second will be my eternal question. I look forward to meeting him and solving this mystery.