In April of that year, it was supposed to be a sunny day, but the continuous rain kept falling, gathering the warm spring breeze on the fields and drifting across the world with bleak coolness. Originally thought, April against the blue sky, bathed in the warm sun, hand in hand in the spring dream, stepping on the tender grass outing, roaming the place where the spring breeze drifted past to see the flowers and willows green. However, the morning wind and dusk rain dyed the spring color of a lake into an ink color, the indifference of the city broke my green dream, and my heart also brought in a trace of gray sadness.
Walking into the city of April, in the veil of misty rain, I always want to find a trace of bright blue or green to comfort the soul who should not be alone. I hope that some shadows of hope will be filtered in the blue and green colors and kneaded into my heart. However, in the foggy sky, I can't see what I want, and in the depths of my soul, I silently call for the figure farther and farther away. Only the cool wind swam in my ears, with a dull whistle.
I think the day in April should not be so bleak. Even if the Xiaolou listens to the spring rain one night, the scenery of selling apricot flowers in the deep alleys of the Ming Dynasty will also make me moved. I suspect that I have gone to the wrong place and should not walk into this cool city. She does not belong to my world. In such a city, I find that I am just a passer-by in a hurry. I can only think about the scenery of the city outside the fence. When I walked into the city full of hope, I was not only wet by the cold rain, but also stung my lonely soul with indifferent eyes.
So I walked out of the world that wasn't me, but where was my world?
I walked aimlessly, the silent rain fell on my messy hair, dripping on my face, blurring my line of sight. My heart has no sad feeling, numb to know what to do, the head-on wind and rain forced me to walk forward with my head down, there is no sadness, there is no happiness, just like the rain in April, no one knows how I feel.
Gradually, I feel that the rain around me is much smaller, and the wind is much softer. I looked up and understood that there was an umbrella above my head behind me. It was a warm face, a pair of sunny eyes looking at me gently, looking at her smiling expression, I guessed that my appearance must be very depressed and embarrassed. I was surprised at her move because I didn't know her. In such a world, I really can't imagine if someone I've never met before can protect you from the wind and rain. At this time, my heart is very complicated. I don't know whether to be happy or sad. The city, which should have been able to cover the wind and rain, used to be so familiar with each other, but now there is no room for my lonely figure. But the thin umbrella around me shielded me from the oblique wind and drizzle. I didn't know what to do. I just smiled at her with a wry smile to show my kindness.
After a section of the road, there is a pavilion in front of it. The rain is lighter, and the wind is no longer so crazy. She said to me, you can have a rest in the pavilion until the rain stops, the other direction is her home, she has to go back. I bowed stiffly to her and thanked her, and she walked away without looking back, her flowing hair and slender figure drifting away from me, and finally disappeared into the time and space of April.
The rain in April stopped for a long time, and it looked like a bright day. The dark clouds accumulated in the sky dispersed a lot, and vaguely saw the blue sky. I still have to go my own way, although I am still walking alone, my heart is much brighter. I threw away the unhappiness that had been deposited in my heart for a long time in the city that was long gone. The delicate green buds of the thin willows by the side of the road were rippling in the breeze and dancing gently, like the posture I had just met. That already left the figure like this row of green willows, although I have never met, but give me a warm feeling that I have never had. Perhaps, this life can only meet once, but will remember the whole life.
It was another rainy day in April. I took a taxi to the city on business, thinking about my own thoughts all the way. Inadvertently saw, in front of a group of people, the driver got off the car, I followed out of the car, the rain is still falling, I followed the driver into the crowd. An old man was found lying on the side of the road, twitching. The crowd of onlookers talked a lot, but no one came near the old man, and several of them said they saw the old man accidentally fall because the road was slippery. I understand that these people actually have the idea of giving a helping hand, but they are just afraid that they will not be able to explain the cause of the accident afterwards and just stand by. At this time, my driver came forward to help the old man, and I followed and moved the old man to the car and sent him to a nearby hospital.
After examination by the hospital, the old man suffered from cerebral hemorrhage. When the old man came to, the hospital contacted his family. Before long, the old man's family came over, the old man told them what had happened, and the old man's children thanked us. In fact, thanks should be given to the selfless and fearless driver. Without his coming forward, the old man would not have been rescued in time. I was still busy on my way and got up to say goodbye to the driver. At this time, a girl from the old man's family came up to me with a smile and said to me that we had met before. I looked intently and remembered that it was a rainy April a year ago. The falling rain and the umbrella had been stirring in my heart. I suddenly feel that the world is so big, but it is so small that we really don't meet each other in life. I smiled at her and thanked her for her help in the rain. She smiled shyly and said that one day we would meet again. I nodded and hurried out of the hospital.
The rain in April drifted by gently, and what floated in the rain was not only a touching story, but also a warm true feeling in the world. Encounter the rain in April, keep the late love, although stay in the memory of the long river, but meet in the side of you and me no longer leave.
Author: Yue Shangliupan
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