It was also a rainy day in spring, but the rain was not so gentle. After school, the song "Sunshine is always after the rain" sounded with the sound of rain, with a beautiful melody, while I hesitated under the hall of the teaching building with my schoolbag on my back, hoping that the rain would take a break. Looking at the scene where some students hold umbrellas by themselves, some hold umbrellas together, and some leave one after another under the umbrella of their parents, the feeling of sadness is beyond words. God, it's raining; Classmate, I have already left; Parents, busy with work; Home is a long way. A kind of helplessness invaded my heart like this cold rain.
Suddenly, an umbrella appeared in the rain and gradually came to me. That is an umbrella with black and white stripes. The man under the umbrella is none other than my classmate. "Why don't you go?" In the rain, I was afraid he couldn't hear me, so I raised my voice on purpose. "This umbrella will support you!" Then he handed me the umbrella. I held an umbrella with a residual temperature and asked, half grateful and half suspicious, "What about you?" You can't do it without an umbrella! ""My home is nearby, and I left my umbrella in the classroom. I'm too lazy to keep this umbrella, you can take it first! I'm going back to get my umbrella. You go first! "Thank you so much." Pretend to be moved at ease, hold up an umbrella and rush into Tian Yu. Raindrops hit the poncho hard and made wonderful music. I know he is the author of this song, but I can't name him after all. Rain falls on the ground of Shui Bo, and I can't seem to stand the intoxication of music, so I can't help dancing. I was no exception, holding up an umbrella, skipping Shui Bo and jumping into the garage.
I took out my bike and prepared to go home. I stayed in the supermarket in front of the school for a while because of something. When I was about to go home, a familiar figure passed by me. Him! Riding a bike against the wind in the rain! But! But where is his umbrella! Oh, I see, originally ... an impulse to stop him, but it was suppressed. His open trench coat drifted backwards desperately in the wind, and the rain ran down his hair tips. I looked at his distant figure in the rain, and my heart was choppy ... and then I recognized the name of this piece, called "Beautiful Mind".
Facing the wind, facing the rain, holding an umbrella, staring at the car, eyes shining with moving tears, heart buried with deep gratitude. Because of the strong wind, the umbrella struggled painfully in the wind and rain. After some consideration, I resolutely decided to put away my umbrella, because it is more than just an umbrella. In my heart, it is the epitome of his beautiful heart, and I can't bear to let it be hurt again.
It seems that God's heart has always been beautiful, with little wind and little rain. The wind and rain fell on my face, warm and soft. It turns out that the heart of wind and rain is also beautiful.
Thoughts return to reality, drizzle hits my face, and my mouth slightly rises!