Traditional Culture Encyclopedia - Photography major - Tell me some touching stories about rainy days

Tell me some touching stories about rainy days

(4)

You gave me your address, why don’t you write to me?

No, why don’t you write to me first?

Then tell me your address. Once you’ve written it, ask me again. If you don’t tell me, I won’t write it!

Hmph! What's your tone?

You are still so squeamish, don’t you want to say it? Okay, tell me now.

You are still so domineering, wait until you have time and finish writing.

When I saw this last text message, I thought that this little girl was starting to get into trouble with me again, so I simply ignored her and turned off my phone. In fact, I know that these words she said are full of helplessness and sadness. She does not dare to bear the blow of disappointment after waiting. If she gives me the address, she will look forward to it, think about it and be careful. I have failed countless times to do what I promised her, such as dates, gifts, phone calls, letters, online chats, and even the simplest things. For example, when we were on the phone, she said she would wait ten minutes to get back to me after guests came. I called and I went out to play football two minutes later, leaving my phone at home. For example, we agreed to fly a kite in People's Square that time, but I made her wait for three hours because of my impromptu decision to participate in a TV program. I let her down time and time again, sometimes unintentionally and sometimes on purpose, and she kept getting angry at me but never mentioned breaking up, because I always had appropriate reasons and very artistic apology words to admit my mistakes, and she believed in me. I love her, and in fact I admit it. But often after I admit my mistake and explain, she will still hang up the phone in a "temperamental" manner. For a long time, I no longer do the kind of quick call and endure her trick. I answer the phone and put it aside while humming. It was a stupid thing to go away. From then on, a pattern was formed for her to come to me. Smiling like the sun, the sun's rays shine on my face.

She is my favorite girl. I hate her because I firmly believe that she will not leave. I still remember the scene when I confessed my love to her on the tree-lined path on campus: "I'm leaving." She smiled sweetly at me. At that time, my face was slightly red, and there were beads of sweat on my forehead. The rose hidden behind her was hidden even deeper. Watching her turn around and leave with brisk steps, her fluttering skirt getting further and further away, she looked annoyed and confused.

"I'm really leaving. Why don't you say goodbye to me?" I was startled by the clear voice. I didn't know when this girl appeared in front of me again. It's just that her smile is no longer so sweet, and it seems to be a bit complaining. She looked at me expectantly, which made me even more overwhelmed.

A gust of wind blew, and her long hair flew, which also made me think so much that I didn’t know how to organize my words. The sun danced on her shoulders through the green shade of early summer.

"Forget it, I really have to leave, goodbye!" She finally had no patience to wait any longer, and curled her lips to represent disappointment. My palms were soaked with sweat, and the purple wrapping paper of the rose was wet. I stood there blankly, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away. I thumped my head vigorously. I was so worthless!

"Wei Zi, wait a minute!" I called her, and she turned around with some surprise in her eyes. I ran up quickly, as if nothing happened, I just mustered up the courage to ask. Tell her "I like you!"

"Actually, I know." She said to me half-jokingly, and then picked up the fallen leaf on my clothes for me. I handed her the rose that was a little withered. Her smile at that moment really broke my heart, and it will always become the warmth that lingers in my dreams in this life, and the comfort of my wandering in the world.

I still remember that cold winter afternoon, I was going to take a photography class, and we made an appointment to go skating. After we had lunch together at noon, I told her to go to class, and she said, "I'll wait for you." ", I said that teachers cannot bring in outsiders, and she said, "It doesn't matter."

Later, I spent the whole afternoon in a warm, air-conditioned classroom receiving the influence of art, while she sat on the No. 6 city ring bus and let the flowing scenery outside the window write the passage of time. . Until the moment I held her cold hand after class, I was so moved that I couldn't speak. But she still shines brightly like the sun.

(5)

The camera begins with the depth of field of the leaves dripping with raindrops, the microscopic view of insects crawling, the degradation of branches of trees, and the fading of the snail moving on the moist black soil.

The leaves were falling and it was almost dusk. The boy's face was pale and his voice was already hoarse. He had walked around here several times and finally knelt on the ground tiredly. She was really gone this time. Nor will it come back to me, my sun. He shouted in his heart.

A gust of wind blew, and a transparent object was moving against the ground and stopped in front of him. Oh, it was the umbrella he gave her. His eyes suddenly showed surprise and hope, she was nearby! He immediately regained his energy and shouted loudly to all the creatures around him: "Please tell her that I beg her forgiveness with sincerity and enthusiasm, and that I will not make any mistakes again."

Over and over again, Everything around her became vivid and played a subtle symphony. Leaves, insects, weeds, and soil were all conveying messages. The snail persuaded the girl at the door of the hut for a long time and took back the hut lent to her.

He was still searching in vain in the rain, and suddenly she jumped into his sight. It was just like the first time she walked into his eyes, so sudden and fresh.

He rushed over and wanted to hug her, but she took a step back and looked at him indifferently, her eyes no longer gentle.

"What's wrong? Can't you forgive me? Have I already lost it?" He was horrified.

The girl's smile was sarcastic.

"I promise that I will never make you sad again, okay? I used to be a big idiot. I didn't know how to cherish such a good girl. I will make up for my mistakes. Give me a chance." ." His sincere eyes showed regret.

The girl still left him, leaving a trail of different shades of footprints getting longer and longer. He rushed to her: "You can punish me however you want, just don't leave me, okay? I swear to all the creatures in this forest that if I ever make you sad again, I will let you leave me forever and let me live in regret for the rest of my life." "You are the girl who has entered my heart, come on. There was your presence on that path that will never go away." He grabbed her hand.

Silence.

The sound of rain.

Breathe.

Tears.

Time passed in relative silence, filled with fear and waiting, struggle and helplessness.

Do you need to face yourself? Or take another risk?

"You will be punished by carrying me back to school!" The sun shone on his face.

She lay on his shoulder, opened a transparent umbrella, and opened a small world, a world that belonged to them. Looking up at the gray sky, the raindrops were still falling, but they could no longer get them wet.

"The days with you still give me a sunny sky."

"Because you are my sun."

A rainbow shines on the horizon, The rain finally stopped.