Gently open a window, quietly sip a mouthful of tea, so that the fragrance of the flowers outside the window and this cup of tea together, accompanied by my contemplation, accompanied by my recollection. In the river of memory, there is a star is the most dazzling, like the meteor in the sky, that beautiful moment after crossing, will never look back.
The wind chased the rain, and chased the wind, the wind and rain and jointly chased the clouds in the sky, the whole world is in the storm. The rain, overturning the rivers, poured down violently.
I stood in front of the window and looked out, thinking: the wind is so fierce, the rain is so heavy, the mailman uncle must not come. The newspaper is not going to be available today! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at it. A closer look, that is a person riding a bicycle, only to see his waist, against the wind and rain, pedaling hard bicycle, look very difficult. Nearby, I see clearly, the man wearing a green hat, wearing green clothes, at a glance, is the mailman uncle came! So I hurriedly took an umbrella and opened the door to greet him.
He was dripping wet, all drenched with rain; his face was also wet, I don't know whether it was sweat or rain. Yet there wasn't even a single figure on the street outside, so why wasn't he wearing a raincoat? Then he looked at the mailbag and realized. It turned out that his raincoat was used to wrap the mailbag. I said to him gratefully, "Uncle letter carrier, thanks for your hard work. It's pouring outside, I thought you wouldn't come?" I didn't expect him to wipe the water droplets on his face and said with a smile, "Everyone should stick to his post, not to mention that I like this job so much, how can I not come?" After saying that he opened the mail bag, took out a newspaper and magazine, and said to me: this is your home Tonight Newspaper. I took those things and said to him: uncle letter carrier, wait a minute, I'll get you a raincoat. He said: No, it's already wet anyway. See you later! He put the mailbag, feet up, mounted the bike, and rushed into the storm ......
The rain is still falling again, but I saw from his back a beautiful rainbow as a seven-color bridge in the sky, nice to see.