rain

The rain is gently floating in the wind, faint, cool.

It falls into the dust, silently, silently dedicating itself, nourishing others; it falls on the dusty leaves, washes away the dust, and he does not ask for a return; it falls in the fields. On an unknown flower, he gave him a trace of coolness, gave him the water he needed, but gave up his life.

Every time I saw the rain, my heart would think of the teacher’s kind face and the gentle smile of my mother’s face. There was always an inexplicable feeling in my heart.

Teacher, some people say that he is a hard gardener and has nurtured the flowers of our motherland. I don't think it is appropriate. Some people say that he is the candle in the dark, illuminating us, but burning himself, and I feel too vain. In my heart, I always thought that the teacher was like the raindrops in the wind, and dedicated everything to him in obscurity, but refused to name it.

Mother, some people say that this is the most beautiful noun in the world, because everyone is born, the first to call, is --- mother. Mom is the first mentor in life, she will use the most beautiful smile in the world to accommodate all your faults, just like rain.

These two nouns are the most beautiful words in the world and the greatest words.

The rain is gently floating in the wind, silent, faint.

Second day: Li Yu