light

There will be some dark and cold places in the world, and there will be some bright light to brighten the heart.

When a cold wind smashed the flowers, when the night shrouded the earth, I felt the smell of the night scent. The thunder of the thunderstorm, as if not giving the gap of the breathing, is bad and violent. The lights on the roadside are bright, the night is getting deeper, and there are more people on the road. Even if the rain is pouring down, the wind is whistling, and I don’t know why it’s the heart of the creatures and nature. I was afraid of being drenched by the rain, and in the crowds of the stream, I lowered my head, bent over, and ran around under the umbrella. I was about to rush to the class of interest, but I encountered such a heavy rain on the way. In fact, I wouldn't have encountered this situation when I started for a while, because I was stunned for a TV show and I looked down for a while. I didn't expect to forget the time when I looked at it. And this rain is coming in time! Just for the excuse that I was late for this time, I secretly sneaked and smug. Passing through the bustling crowd, they started a chill, without the umbrella of the umbrella, they had to whipping in the rain. I tried to avoid the rain and hoped that it would not stay on my clothes. The rain was more joyful, and the night scented all the way spit out the fragrance, and it became more and more intense.

I saw the teacher's lamp flashing in the shackles. I ran over and ran to the faint light—a puddle, and when I stepped on, the muddy sewage would hard to smash on my clothes. I have a sorrow of "cool heart". The so-called "I knew why, why must I be"? The trousers of my clothes were full of water, and my hair was smashed into rain and smashed into a scorpion. In this way, the appearance of the teacher and the classmates can no longer be used. "The drops of water dripping down the face" describe it. It is a step that will shake the water. I gasped in front of the teacher's house and held the wall. My heart suddenly thought of the plausible excuse. I was about to blurt out, and I saw a towel stretched over my head. Through the gap of the towel, there was a The face flashing on the light seems to know that I want to explain.

I can't speak. what! It’s an excuse for rain. I squinted at the seats of other students, and there was no vacancy. The lights hanging from my seat shone like the towels on my head. This is the effect of me, the excuse of "failure" - except that none of my classmates are late, no one. And what about the teacher? He was still standing next to my seat, and the lamp shone in his elongated body.

The excuse of the rainy night is not a big joke in my life. I just hope that there will always be a light beside me, and that light can illuminate my heart.

When I saw the teacher’s cheek smiled in the dim light, I was relieved to find that under certain circumstances, the excuse would become an invisible shackle. Then, without excuses, it would be the best, “excuses”. ——Because when you rack your brains and make an excuse to confuse your fault, there will be a teacher who will guide you in the direction of life in the dim light.

And the direction of life will not always be dark and cold, there will be a ray of light, illuminate the atrium.

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