【fleetingtimeseries】may_1000字

Gradually down the dreary days, the dark clouds, dark like a devil on the big hand gripped me from time to time to fit your heart. Heavy rain, lightning, thunder, all to busy at this time, my heart is more fear.　

　　Spondee have blown rain from time to time under the banner of my heart. Rely on in the corner alone, looking at the parents coming and going of the children picked up, my heart began to have little chilling.　

　　Hand and then drop down from the sky rain, cold, and theAstringent and astringent . Free language can not describe the feeling, so I hope there will be a ray of rainbow appears in heaven, because that is the A meter of sunshine Eastern.　

　　Looking forward, looking forward. I have been in the shadow of the corner and slowly slide down, and squatted on the ground, looking head, the sky really want sympathy when will you fine?　

　　I totally give up their beliefs, and now know that their parents did not like other people love me, in the rain can not help me in a timely manner.　

　　Had no choice but to step by step into the rain, continuous rain, and very thin, like mending clothes for my mother”s needle, a very big rain, heavy rain, the rain will soon be swallowed like a general, has become Drenched chicken ， It is very serious, sneezing, runny nose ah ah.　

　　One minute, two minutes passed quietly in。　

　　Before dropping a few drops of rain, the rain stopped! I looked at the sky, my head is a simple and even a small umbrella, which makes me feel glad that the addition of a few years out of curiosity. I turned around, saw it was her mother. I am pleased to not know how to do, we like each other in the rain looked at each other. All of a sudden feel full a lot around the flowers, beautiful. The sky is also falling petals,Shed Durian and around the very warm, as warm into a fantasy world, all of a sudden drop of water landed on my nose, when I turned from God to dream.　

　　Mother said: "What ah. Transfixed the way." I did not say anything, but said: "You work so busy, you came to pick me to waste a lot of time." Mom did not say a lot, but I gather in the the pregnant.　

　　Days dark. People dispersed. Everything seems very quiet. Two in the rain, together with each other on, my head began to take in her mother”s shoulders, feeling the warmth of a lot. Mother”s clothes were wet by the rain. Quietly, said nothing.　

　　Road, Night Light bright, both in the rain on the road to walk home. Shadow detached very, very long way. A carved footprints on the road, that is, memories have been shed. The two backs away, the vague and disappeared.　

　　Maternal love is the warmth of the sun, bathed in weak Seeding of cereal crops us. Motherly love is hazy spring, the drying up of moisture in our soil. Motherly love is a beautiful concerto, written a colorful life movement.　

　　Concerto, a pure and beautiful music, and that clear and the song will be playing mellowed to dawn you cited, you cited the road to success, citing the future of your best move.