In Huangmei season, there is rain at home and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.

Rain, dribbling, dribbling

The rain was weaving thickly. Accompanied by the rain, the melodious flute sound lingers. So cheerful, so clear. Pop! The sound of Xiao suddenly stopped. The father, like a raging lion, slapped his daughter. It's the third day of the lunar calendar and you still play. Can you play Ruizhong? Go to review for me soon. After saying that, he roughly took the flute from his daughter's hand and threw it to the ground.

The daughter stood blankly.

Tears flow through red and swollen cheeks, drop to the ground and splash into the heart.

Confused eyes peeped out of the window.

The rain is not heavy, but there is a downpour in my heart, ok?

The girl buried the xiao, buried the dream, and plunged into the book

Since then, there has been less flute sound in the woods and more questions in the classroom; One figure was missing from the mountain, but someone in the classroom was studying hard. She only remembered her parents' expectations, and her heart was only the cry of being admitted to Ruizhong.

Everyone praises her for being sensible and eager to learn, but they don't know how many tears she shed in the rainy day.

Before the exam, the father moved into the daughter's room. Her daughter was in a trance. Her father patted her gently. She seemed to wake up from a dream and looked at her father in shock. It's raining again. Father said.

The daughter was speechless.

Go out for a walk.

The daughter did not believe this was her father's words.

The puzzled eyes shot at his father.

In his eyes, his father was so kind.

Go to the woods!

Her heart suddenly lit up with hope.

She ran out happily. Suddenly, she turned back. Yes, she almost forgot the dusty Xiao. Gently stroked its green body, accompanied by the sound of Xiao, her daughter's footprints left in every corner of the forest. In the rain, she blew and laughed heartily. From time to time, raindrops fell on her face, hands and flute, which she did not know.

On rainy days, she finally found her long lost self; She was finally released from endless learning; She was finally able to walk in the rain.

She is like a blushing bird, laughing loudly in the mountains

Rain, dribbling, dribbling

It's a rainy day!

[Comments]

The story takes place on a rainy day, and the rain makes the story very bad. The rain has witnessed my sadness and the happiness recovered from the loss. The rain of emotion is so exquisite and turbulent. Thus, the rain here is not only a clue to the change of plot, but also a clue to the change of emotion. The rain in reality and the rain in the heart blend almost seamlessly, which not only shows the author's ability to control language, but also shows the depth of the author's emotional experience. The rain fell on my heart and became the most unforgettable memory of my growth.