Love

Clouds covered the sky and covered the sky. Following a "beep" sound, the ground splashed one after another.

Happy under the umbrella

When the bell rang, the students all squeezed to the window. Some of my classmates’ faces also rained, and they shouted desperately. We don't expect the mother to send the umbrella to the plot. At that time, there was a warm scene in the composition. There was a school bus still not sitting. It was really...hey, I sighed, while I was rushing with my friends, the destination was the school bus. Taking a deep breath, carefully extending a leg to the ladder, then reaching out to touch the rain, I ran out of the "safe zone." The water on the ground began to splash a circle of ripples, making a loud sound. After a few steps, one thing suddenly slammed my bag, and a layer of purple covered my view. There was a tall figure behind him. The three people under the umbrella look very happy.

The loneliness of Brunswick

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, the school bus is dark, and the only light with the mobile phone supports the black and white world. This dead silence made me feel bad, everything was so boring. The scenery is always the same outside the window, the busy passers-by, speeding up the footsteps of the speed, the sluggish eyes in the passenger car, the cold eyes. This rain has washed away the color of the city and the fragrance of flowers and plants. People are like lost compasses in the direction, faceless, just rushing to the road. This perfect black and white was broken by a glimmer of red light. A red locomotive, with a tireless sound, travels slowly in the middle of the road. The father and son on the locomotive, smiling innocently, although the clothes were tattered and the skin was dark, but unconsciously, I began to envy that they could laugh in this silent time.

I smiled reluctantly and tried to forget the loneliness of the banquet.

a piece of fallen leaves

I got off the school bus, a big red umbrella greeted me, a pair of warm hands stroking me, and a warm greeting.

A leaf fell and was immersed in the rain, adding a new green to the ground. In the head, flashed memories of one childhood after another: the greeting of the mother under the school bus. A red umbrella, a pair of warm hands, and a greeting. So beautiful, so real. what! Also, in the rainy day, my race with my mother, and a piece of fallen leaves.

There is a color on the ground.

Second day: noblesse