Read the answer to the question "In the Rain"

In the evening, a dark red cloud floats on the horizon. It began to rain before dark.

After a busy day, the city gradually quieted down in the rain. Surging crowds have entered thousands of households, and the wet road is like a glittering ribbon, gently floating in the shade of early summer. A group of children who have just left school are holding umbrellas, like floating petals, and occasionally passing cars are like boats shuttling in the water waves. ...

A young girl drove a pickup truck in a hurry in the rain. On the bus, there are two baskets of apples, red ones and Huang Chengcheng ones, and there are many piles. Maybe it's impatience, maybe it's slippery. At the corner of the road, I saw the car slanting, a laundry list overturned on the road, and a big, round and red apple jumping around on the wet road. Jump into the middle of the road, jump across the road, and roll all over the floor in a while. The girl quickly put down the handlebar and picked it up in a panic. Hundreds of apples are scattered on the floor. Where did they come from and where did they pick them? Girl, pick this up and get out of that. At first glance, the car came from a distance. ...

It happened that a group of children came home from school. Without waiting for the girl to say hello, they rushed over and too many chefs quietly picked it up. The girl straightened up and frowned. Oh, if you meet a group of naughty children, everyone will pick a few apples and disperse in a hubbub. There is no way to stop them! As if seeing his anxiety, a chubby little boy came up to her and said, "Don't worry, big sister, there won't be an apple missing!" " "Say that finish, he took off the red scarf around his neck and shouted:" Gang, Bin, Xiaojun, you come with me to the traffic jam! " Then, he kept waving a red scarf and shouting at the coming car: "Stop the car! Stop. "

A big truck stopped. The driver is a young man. He stuck his head out of the window and smiled. Then he slammed the door, jumped out of the car and picked up apples with the children. A car stopped and an old man with white hair stepped down. By the side of the road, passers-by have come. People, big and small, mixed together, chasing apples rolling all over the ground, and the quiet road suddenly became lively.

It all happened so suddenly and ended so quickly. Before the girl who carried the apple could say thank you, the person who helped pick the apple had disappeared in the rain. The children smiled and opened their umbrellas, singing and left, as did the trucks and cars. Only the big basket of scattered and reunited apples became watertight after this small trip and shone beside the girl.

Two baskets of apples, several children, and a rain have brought all kinds of coolness to the sweltering heat in midsummer ... These unrelated things are interrelated and interrelated in an accidental opportunity, forming a small but moving scene-leaving a lot of thoughts. Accompanied by this long rain, accompanied by this night breeze, it flowed into the streets, perhaps, into people's hearts. ...

In summer, it rains a lot.

Rain, still floating. Restored the quiet road, still like a shiny ribbon, gently fluttering in the rain curtain, the girl who sent apples looked at the colorful umbrellas of the children and suddenly felt: this rainy spot in early summer is so cool; The world in the rain is so fresh. ...