My harvest

Spread your love, you will harvest a kindness. --Inscription

The rain was sloping, as if it was playing a pessimistic serenade, so cold. Walking alone on the bleak road, one person alone bears all this, tears fall slowly, so unhappy, "It's not a bad test, you have a skill, you can test one, oh..." Tears and rain mixed in Together, the heart slowly cools.

"Ah." Suddenly there was a scream in the ear. It turned out that a little sister fell, but this is what I am doing. I am preparing to go straight, but I hesitate. I can't do this, um, right.

I gently walked up to her and slowly extended my hands. She snorted first, then she seemed to understand something, smiled at me, and used a lovely voice: "Thank you." "Oh, no need." Then slowly reach out and pull it with a shy smile.

"Sister, it’s raining, how can you not touch the umbrella, it will catch cold." He said that the umbrella in his hand was in my hand. "No need." "Nothing, I am very quick." I am at home." She should pull the umbrella to pull me. Then disappeared into the rain. I don't know how to touch it, my heart is warm and so happy.

Looking at the figure she left, I seem to understand what, understand the most pure and kind feedback between people, it will be a bright light, guiding me to keep moving forward; it will be a big umbrella, regardless of the winter The heavy rain kept me out of the wind and rain; and I also got the help and help.

The first day of Dawang Yizhong, Lingbao City, Sanmenxia, ​​Henan: Childish interpretation of Aigio Keyan