The back in the rain

Another rainy season. I looked at the thick and gentle sunshine outside the window. Without the rain clouds, suddenly a familiar figure flashed through my mind. ...

It was a day in July a year ago, and there had just been a heavy rain. I hurried home. There is only one gray one outside the window. Seeing all this, I can't help feeling a little sad. Inadvertently, I found a vague back, a hurried back, a back in the rain. He is wearing a big black raincoat, and he is very tall. There is a cart of fruit beside him, which seems to be covered with a thin layer of cloth. He stood quietly on the side of the road and looked at the passing pedestrians. On rainy days, people stay at home and there are few pedestrians. Even if there was, I left in a hurry. The once noisy street was abandoned by the rain. In the past, people just went their separate ways and passed by fruit sellers, but no one paid attention. Vague figure, standing in the wind and rain, silent.

The rain is still falling, pedestrians are still in a hurry, and the back is still there. Although I can't see his face, I can see his back and his heartless eyes. I saw a trace of sadness flowing in the wind; I saw a ray of sunshine wandering in the raindrops. Worry, worry about all human feelings; Worried about the indifference of passers-by. Sunshine, the sun of hope rises again from the rain in Ran Ran.

However, he still stood at the other end of the road, and he still looked at the pedestrians around him hopefully from time to time. Rain, it seems, has also been influenced by this figure, and turned into the most beautiful sunshine-hope, leaving this unknown figure yearning for sunshine. The rain stopped and the sun shyly showed her lovely smiling face. Looking up at the beautiful sun, the back is particularly hopeful and energetic. However, when he left behind, he pushed the car away. ...

Gently close the door of memory, but the scene at that time is vivid. I can't forget his persistence, his honest and frank and his hope. I sat on the windowsill, numbly waiting for his arrival. It is true that he has never been here since then. But I believe that anything can happen as long as there is a fire in my heart. It was he who taught me.

Since then, I have been studying and living with hope every minute, which gives me the opportunity to accept all challenges at any time.

It is another rainy day in a hurry. I was still on the windowsill, enjoying the fresh sunshine after the rain, and suddenly knocked on the door of my mind. Suddenly, a familiar figure pushed the fruit cart past me. I don't know whether it's an old end or a new beginning.