Boat fluttering

Early in the morning, it rained in the sky, and the spring rain was silent. In the rain, the flowers are very red and the grass is very green.

Let me go to the kindergarten to pick up my brother. The kindergarten is in Henan, the family is in Hebei, and there is a small bridge in the middle. It is not far away. I set off with an umbrella.

The younger brother carrying a small bag, followed me with a bounce, and asked me to tell him a story. When we walked to the bridge, looking at the clear turbulent water under the bridge, I succinctly wrote: "This river is a river of hope, it is the place where the children yearn for, which child writes the address on the paper boat, the boat It will drift there..." "Hey, really?" The younger brother asked me with great eyes. "Of course!" I replied without thinking.

The younger brother slammed from the slope of the bridge to the bridge and shouted: "Sister, come on!" What else to do, this little guy is very naughty, always doing something unexpected. If you don't follow him, he will complain to me, then I will be unlucky. I had to climb down the bridge and saw my brother open the bag and take out a piece of paper. I really folded the paper boat! I really want to tell him that it is a lie to him, but I can see that he is so seriously folded, I can't say anything. I gave the younger brother an umbrella. He pulled out the pen and wrote on the boat, "Trease in Sichuan, ask Sichuan to refuel, and China to cheer!" I want to point out that he wrote a typo, but he can look at his innocent, pure and sincere eyes, I don’t Bear with heart to destroy his emotions. He gently placed the boat in the middle of the river, and said with a serious face: "Go, boat, tell the children of Sichuan, we are all cheering for them!" He pushed the boat, the paper boat went, can go Not far away, he was rushed back to the shore. He ran over again, patted the wet paper boat with his small hand and put it in the river. This time the boat really sailed into the distance. He exclaimed with excitement: "Success, success!" I stunned. Is this the naughty and even annoying little brother? My eyes are moist, and I look at the apple-like face.

The rain still lingers in the ground. In the rain, the boat drifts farther and farther, with the beautiful wishes of the younger brother’s heart, carrying the pure love of a child...