Rain

In the rain of patter, I always feel that I am sleeping the most practical. Bed, warm and soft, dream, cool and moist.

After the rain stopped, get up, push open the window to take a deep breath, the heart and the spleen are moist, the cool air is slowly soaked, cool, as if walking in the bamboo forest under the rain, a new green.

After watching it for a long time, I feel a little cold. At this time, I came to the bowl of light soup, the shrimp is salt, the vegetables are the ingredients, and the taste of the soup is light, like a colorless and transparent rain, covering everything and nourishing everything.

In the rain, I saw a dark green umbrella, a woman holding her child and wrapping her child tightly. Fearing that her child was drenched in the rain, her footsteps were very fast, her face was close to the child's face - afraid of him getting wet, afraid that he was cold, afraid of his cold. The rain grew bigger and more fierce. The mother in the rain pulled the umbrella low and the pace was faster, but the child was still tightly held, the child’s face was quietly closed, and the small eyelashes were shaking. This is doing A sweet dream?

This child is so small, just came to this world, his life is still a blank sheet of paper. Life experience is like a colorful paint. Life is the paint pen. They complement each other and complement each other to paint the life of everyone. Life is like standing in a bustling station, passing through success, and seeing failure; having joy and sorrow; having a prosperous scene and trying the loneliness of midnight, this kind of life is both bitter and happy. life.

In the rain of patter, the soft bed, the dream of moisturizing. In such a rainy day, there is love in the world, it is the grace of the parents, and it is not love.

Third day: Zhang Jian