In the evening, writing a composition on the road, it rained heavily.

In the evening, before dark, it began to rain. On the road, the wind walked alone. He didn't open an umbrella, his clothes were all soaked by cold water droplets, and his pants were dragged to the ground and splashed with mud. He walked silently, his wet blue hair clinging to his pale and melancholy face. The cry of a wild bird flashed in the sky. Terrible and sad. The wind has never been so lonely and helpless "Why?" Such a voice rings in his ear from time to time. Why my mother ... her gift ... thought of this, Feng could not help but hold his hand tightly. He waited all his life and relied on him forever, so he left him mercilessly before his eyes-Feng's mother died of a terminal illness, which is a sad thing. At this time, the wind felt a terrible pain. Well, he has a long cut on his left hand. It's new. It can be seen from the muddy wound covered with blood and rain that he had had serious mood swings. He covered his poor left arm, remembered something, and frowned ... When his mother died, he gave Feng a gift, a drop of tears made of blue glass. Exquisite craftsmanship makes this glass tear perfect, just like the tears left by angels because they are too attached to everything in the world. This is undoubtedly the most precious thing of the wind. Just this afternoon-the day after Feng learned that his mother had died of illness, when he walked into the classroom with this blue water drop, Xiao Mu, a friend who knew nothing about it, ran enthusiastically to Feng, but accidentally bumped into him. Feng didn't realize the hidden danger, and his men relaxed consciously ... "Pa!" The drop of water was broken. Feng's hand was scratched while protecting the water droplets, but it still failed to stay. The wind froze and my brain went blank. His blood slipped down his arm, just like a bright red tear quietly dripping on a broken blue glass tear, which was terrible. Suddenly, a picture of his mother smiling at him before she died came to his mind. It's so lovely and warm. But now, everything is gone, and his eyes are full of glass tears. Xiaomu was obviously frightened by this sudden event. Her eyes widened in surprise and she froze in the air, unable to speak. After a long time, before Xiao Mu could speak, Feng suddenly turned and ran out of the classroom. It rained heavily, and the whole world seemed to be painted with a dull gray by a brush. The wind walked aimlessly, tears rolled down his cheeks, and now his mind is full of Xiao Mu's shadow. Although he didn't hate Xiao Mu, he didn't know what the shadow was in his heart, which made him have bad memories of Xiaomu. Now he feels that he is the only one in the world, with no relatives or friends. Even his mother's love for him was erased by Xiao Mu. The trees on both sides of the road rustled by the rain, and he suddenly remembered Xiao Mu's kindness. He remembers when he was a child, they climbed trees together, caught little white cats together, and ate grandpa's figs together in the shade. At this time, a bug jumped out of a fruit, which scared Xiao Mu to throw the fruit on the wind. Finally, the two of them laughed together ... will all this be a memory forever? The wind was so chaotic that he hung his head. Suddenly, the wind looked up, and he saw a thin figure waiting in the rain under a tree not far ahead. who is it? Not a sad person, is it? The wind quickened its pace and roared past. It's Xiao Mu! She stood under the tree anxiously, with something in her hand, not knowing what she was doing. He saw the wind coming and strode over. Xiao Mu looks good, but he seems to be at a loss when he walks into the wind. The wind stopped, the shadow in his heart disappeared, and only a strange thing came to his mind. Xiao Mu first said, "I'm sorry, I don't know ... I didn't understand until I listened to others. I know what you are thinking ... "Xiao Mu's elegant long hair is still so free, floating in the rain. "Here, here!" The little shepherd said, handing over his things and putting them in the hands of the wind. The wind is speechless. He felt heavy, so he opened the beautifully bound package carefully, which surprised him. It was a delicate blue glass smiling face, smiling so happily, as if it were an angel's quiet face, shining with luster. The wind's tears flow more violently, and it's raining. I can't tell which is the rain and which is the tears on his face, but I feel a warm current coming to my heart. "I didn't find anything so beautiful, so I bought this ..." "Thank you, Xiao Mu!" The wind wiped away tears and smiled at Xiao Mu. "So, are we still friends?" "Yes, of course, all the time!" The wind patted Xiao Mu on the shoulder and saw a ray of sunshine coming through the treetops. This rainy spot in early summer is so cool and the world in the rain is so fresh.