Whisper of Yuner

I am a cloud, I am a small cloud floating high in the air. Some people say that the black soil is solid and the white clouds are exaggerated, but I calmly said: I have a heart, I am not empty, this pure, burning heart, once proved that I desperately want to integrate into the land. However, I am floating in the air to better integrate into you. Land, land, in fact, you don't understand my heart.

I drifted through countless mountains and rivers and looked for my own world. Gradually, I am tired. I stopped at a bustling city. The crowds of the bustling people never pay attention to me. The poet who made the arrogance made me a wandering wanderer. The smoke from the chimney in the chimney blackened my white figure. I am here. The city reported disappointment and drifted away from the distance.

I don't know how long it has been floating. I came to a small village where there is no city bustling, and there are dust everywhere, and the earth is covered with cracks everywhere. There is a mother holding a very small child, holding the hot sun, thinking of heaven shouting: "Oh my God, please help us, it has not rained for a year, the well is dry, how can we live? "She screamed exhaustedly, and even the tears dried up, and the children in her arms cried." I saw the body of the seedlings with yellow and yellow, and saw the pale face of the earth. She gently summoned me: the child, come back, my child, and then go back to the mother.

I cried, my body was completely blackened, and my companions were greatly moved. We held hands and joined together, closing our eyes and crying silently. "Hey, hey," this long-lost rain has opened the curtain. There are countless drops of water in my body, and I am sucked by people and animals and plants to enjoy every sweetness in this joy. The heavy rain has been going down, the real rain, you have wet the messy hair of the people, the water drops are swaying, the rain, the long-lost torrential rain, the old friends who have known each other have only met. What kind of wind will this see, rain...

The rain stopped, my body was in nature, wandering in the air, becoming countless water vapor, moistening the land, and finally, with an ordinary, pure new, and integrated with the mother...

Heilongjiang Qitaihe Eggplant River District Qitaihe City Eggplant River Town Middle School First: ganni0326cs