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The rainbow in memory


The memory hour hand stopped at the dusk after the rain, and looked up to see a rainbow hanging in the distant sky.

Mom said that when I saw the rainbow, I wanted to make a wish. Every time I closed my eyes, I painted a circle.

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I remember when I was young, I especially liked to rain. Every time I went to the rainy day, I always went to the yard to rain despite the mother’s persuasion. When the raindrops fell on me, my heart felt particularly happy, and that feeling couldn’t be said to be cool.

I don't just like rain, I also like to watch the rain. It’s raining, and when I rain, I look up at the rain. The rain is like a naughty child. I ran out of Yun’s mother’s arms and jumped one by one to my body. Some of them would jump into my hair. on. After returning to the house, I went to look in the mirror. The black hair was covered with a crystal clear raindrop. The first time, the raindrops fell to the ground, but the hair was still wet and washed.

Growing up slowly, but still like the rain, but I like the rainbow more. I don't remember when I heard my mother say that if you want to see the rainbow and make a wish, you can make a wish by drawing a circle in your hand.

Since then, I have been looking forward to seeing the rainbow. Occasionally, I will be happy when I see the rainbow. Every time I close my eyes, I will draw a circle. After the completion of the wish, I watched the rainbow quietly, and the rainbow was so beautiful and unparalleled that I could not describe it in words. I really want to hold it in my hand and hide it in my heart.

I have not remembered how many laps the hour hand has turned and how many years have passed.

Now I am already in the third day of school. I am busy studying every day. I don’t know how long I have not seen the rainbow. During a class, the classmates shouted: "A beautiful cloud!" He looked up at the cloud and suddenly found that I had not looked up at the sky for a long time. It was raining that day, I was free to sit on the window sill and wait for the rainbow to appear. I waited for a long time and did not wait for the rainbow. I walked back to the room in disappointment, lying on the bed, and my mind was watching the rainbow in the yard after it rained. How beautiful the rainbow was at that time.

How many years have passed and how many dreams have been made, there will always be that rainbow. Inadvertently found that I can't go back to the previous sky, I can't see the rainbow before. I really want to go back to the past, hold the rainbow in my hand, never let go.

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