Wash heart

The rain in the late summer was accompanied by thunder, and there was no warning to go underground. Although it rained, the weather became even more sultry. A wind mixed with some raindrops came in from the window, blowing my hair and blowing my heart. An unnamed fire burned from the heart of the "哗", I closed the window stunnedly: Hey, this annoying rain!

After eating, I was preparing to listen to the song to adjust my mood, and I was called by my mother to wash the dishes. It was extremely reluctant but my mother’s life was hard to break. Going to the pool and seeing the bowl full of pools, the flames in my heart can't help but burn more. Grabbing a bowl, pouring a lot of detergent, rubbing it with a rag, accidentally, the bowl slid away, as if teasing me, as if complaining that I would vent my anger in it On the body. After thinking for a while, I calmed down and began to wash the bowl seriously. After a while, the first step was completed. I unplugged the plug and let the sewage flow away. Then I opened the tap and let the water fill the pool.

The second time I washed the dishes, I felt much better. I used a rag to wash the foam on the bowl: first turn a circle in the bowl, then turn around in the bowl, and finally turn around the bowl, in the pool. The bowl gradually faded, and the anger in my heart was suppressed.

Finally, just rinse the bowl again. I "send" a white bowl to the water for the last "processing." As my hand rotates flexibly, a drop of crystal clear water droplets rotates in the air, and a blossoming flower in the air is really incapable of being described in words - say it is ice sculpture, There is so much agility, every water flower is like an elf, playing and playing. The cool water flows slowly through my hands, and the sound of the flowing water is like a soothing heart.

After the bowl was washed, my heart was slowly washed away by the water. Inevitably, I will encounter many unsatisfactory things in my life. I don’t want to worry about it. Time will smooth it, so that you can still smile and face the storm or rainbow of life.

The rain outside the window is still screaming, but my heart has rained...

Second day: Liao Mengyu