Run in the wind and rain

? I stood alone with an umbrella in the wind and rain, waiting for the late bus. The rain and wind are more urgent, and the raindrops near the ground are blown by strong winds, blowing and falling. Like the billowing waves in a rough sea. And I, already wet by the rain, feel lonely watching the rolling rain in the gray world. There seems to be nothing around but me. Being in the ocean of rain, but feeling free physically and mentally, it is really difficult to find a pure land from this noisy city. The familiar whistle sounded again. I got on the bus in a hurry and felt everyone's surprised eyes. I can't help laughing internally. This closed iron box soon sent me to the river. I stepped on the embankment in my shoes full of water, and the rain became more urgent.

Looking across the misty water curtain to the other side, I saw Ye Guzhou somehow swaying on the other side with the wind and rain. I knew it was hopeless to wait any longer, so I turned and walked down the river bank. But these short steps are like a hard journey, full of sweat and hope. Wet grass and muddy soil, needless to say, I must have fallen. And fell twice in a row. My umbrella came out and my schoolbag became my cushion. The fall made me open-minded. I let the wind and rain wash away my filth. Lying on the ground for just a few seconds made me understand a lot. Isn't the setback in life like this storm? If you don't face it frankly, how can you realize this joy? But after all, you can't just lie down. I want to stand up, I want to fight, I want to fight this storm. The more violent I come, the more powerful I am; The crazier it comes, the stronger I am. I came to the bus again and took a bath in the rain. I felt very comfortable. In this way, it took me to another ferry. It is still raining, and my umbrella is still in my hand.

On the way back to my hometown, I want to go on forever. Liberation is nothing more than complete liberation. I just put my umbrella away. At this moment, there is no obstacle between me and the wind and rain. It rushed down to meet me, and I screamed at it and waved my fist at it to kill its strength.

Running, this idea roared in my heart. It is never wrong to follow your inner voice. I struggled to run in the wind and rain, facing the rain ahead and the opposite wind. I run, because there is hope, dream and home ahead.

? Run in the wind and rain, die in the running, so towards the distant will live forever.

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Postscript: It was this season three years ago, when I was a sophomore. In the transition period from carefree to high school sprint, young hearts are always so wild and unrestrained that they can't stand any constraints. On the way to a holiday, it coincided with heavy rain and strong wind. I was stuck at the school gate and waited for the bus for more than an hour. Standing in the rain like that, detached like an independent person. Later, I finally reached the river, only to find that the small ferry crossing the river at ordinary times stopped because of the big waves and had to go to another distant big ferry. The rain never stopped, and I never put down my umbrella, even though I was soaked through. But when I returned to my familiar hometown road, nothing mattered. Because I'm going home, I finally put down my umbrella, get in touch with nature, return to the original and be myself.

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