Rio Martin

The cold wind hit my skin

The cold wind hit my skin. The pale pavement under the shade was anemic, the leaves rustled, and it rained. Faint thin autumn rain, rain on my body, wet in my heart, I was a little disappointed at a loss. Cold wind, dreary air, I wander in the autumn rain wet road. The dream of the kiss, the dream of the understanding of a smile, in my heart built a strong fortress. But this cold autumn rain, but the heart of the castle of hope mercilessly destroyed. I became a lonely leaf, floating in the wind and rain, floating into the painful waiting life. The sad cries of lovers and the mocking sound of the rain form a melancholy tone in the depths of my heart, shrouding it into an indelible shadow..... The rain still falls, the leaves gush tears; The wind was still blowing, and there was a faint SOB. There were few people on the road, only the shadows of scattered villages floating in the empty distance. I waited impatiently. I was very depressed, like a ball of mud paralyzed under the roadside tree, despair. "Mom, the sound of rain, really nice to listen to" I do not know when, behind came a clear child's voice. I could not help looking back and saw a girl of six or seven walking slowly towards a young mother. Red umbrella, like a light and beautiful red cloud. Take the lead in this gloomy environment. The young mother asked softly, "What do you think it sounds like? "" Like the notes I play on the piano." The girl raised a childlike face, full of confidence and joy of elegance, the mother smiled, lovingly stroked the girl's long hair. I could not help nodding to her. The little girl was a beautiful piece of music in this cold rainy day. I laughed. I thought of my innocent, beautiful daughter; I thought about my responsibilities as a father, and it dawned on me. The rain is still falling under the ground, the wind still clattering, but my mood is suddenly active - this is the little girl to me feel relaxed and keen, so that I carefully listen to the autumn Huan sound, appreciate the leisurely vista, experience the dense gentle, with a harmonious rhythm. I was alone in this new experience, letting the warmth flow through me. Rain was so beautiful, I suddenly understood: only out of the shadow of myself for a long time, I will get belong to dry yourself straight keep good salty sleep I Yang dark wet weight of the past will dry the rain oil were measured light ゆ Yang net