The taste that I missed.
Original Wang Nianjun.
Missing, what does it taste like? What are you missing? What do you remember? When I think of those happy things, my thoughts are as sweet as honey; When I think of those touching things, my thoughts are as sour as green grapes; When I think of those sad things, my thoughts are as bitter as bitter melons. The wind and rain that day reminded me of that cute and warm-hearted "little apprentice".
The wind screamed loudly and quietly, like with the big trees, and the tender green grass had that violent temper. Blow that little raindrop upside down. In the classroom, listening to the wind, the class is also a little boring. It's cold, and it's not a good state to go to class. "It's not raining," my tablemate whispered to me. "Hmm," I nodded. Luckily, it didn't rain, just a little windy. If it rains, I won't be able to go back.
It was dark, and after eating, the stairways and walkways where the dirty and wind-blown garbage were scattered everywhere were also less crowded. The ground was drenched, and after a while, the self-study bell rang. The first self-study session is self-directed learning, and the teacher does the courseware on the podium in that classroom. We were made to be obedient and obedient to our seats, doing our homework. Suddenly, the wind was strong, and the rain began to fall. What can I do? I didn't bring an umbrella! Who is on the same road with me? It seems that they all have companions.
The pouring rain brought tears from how long she had experienced the heat and held back the tears as soon as the wind and the weather fell. Hit the earth like a stone, complaining, what about me? Who do I complain to, how can I get away when the rain is so heavy? After waiting at the door of the classroom for a long time, that little figure is! Oh! It's my little apprentice. "*Let's go together? She said childishly, "I know that you stupid ** didn't bring an umbrella, and my mother said that it was raining heavily, so she asked me to bring the umbrella." You big fool, or me. "Sample, let's go! I pinched her cheek and said.
Although it is said to be an umbrella, but this wind grandpa just likes to joke with us, blowing the raindrop sister up and down. Finally, mischievously got into my warm little padded jacket. It's very moving, at least the little apprentice, I still remember that with me, I should not have saved myself under the storm. Now, after graduating from junior high school, I haven't seen her for a few years. Let's be like this today! Will she still remember to bring an umbrella?
The sun shines on the earth! After the rain, the sky is clear, the birds sing the joyful tune, and the campus books are loud. The stagnant water also slowly ran naughtily to the sky, look at the clouds, it is formed by water! That cloud is as lovely and warm as my little apprentice. What is the taste of missing, missing is like the taste of gentle touching. In those years, the road we walked together, I believe you also remember.