A 600-word composition about people and events

I can’t forget his clothes soaked by the rain

Gently open a window, take a sip of tea quietly, and let the fragrance of the flowers outside the window match the fragrance of the tea in the cup. , accompany me to ponder, accompany me to reminisce. In the long river of memory, there is one star that is the most dazzling, like a shooting star in the sky. After that beautiful moment passes, you will never look back.

The wind chases the rain, and the wind chases the wind, and the wind and rain join forces to chase the dark clouds in the sky. The whole world is in wind and rain. The rain overturned the river and poured downward violently.

I stood in front of the window and looked out, thinking: The wind is so strong and the rain is so heavy, the postman will definitely not come. Alas, I can’t read the newspapers today! At this moment, I noticed a vague shadow appearing in the wind and rain. Taking a closer look, it was a man riding a bicycle. He was hunched over, pedaling hard against the wind and rain. He looked extremely difficult. As I got closer, I saw clearly that the man was wearing a green hat and green clothes. At first glance, it was the postman uncle who was here! So, I quickly opened the door with an umbrella and went to greet him.

He was wet all over, soaked by the rain; his face was also wet, and he didn’t know whether it was sweat or rain. But there wasn't even a soul on the street outside. Why wasn't he wearing a raincoat? Looking at the mail package again, I realized. It turned out that his raincoat was used to cover postage packages. I said to him gratefully: "Uncle postman, thank you for your hard work. It's raining heavily outside. I thought you wouldn't come?" Unexpectedly, he wiped the water drops on his face and said with a smile: "Everyone should Stick to your position, not to mention I like this job so much, how can I not come?" After that, he opened the mail bag, took out a newspaper and magazine, and said to me: This is your "Tonight News". 》. I took those things and said to him: Uncle postman, wait a moment, I will find you a raincoat. He said: No need, it’s already soaked anyway. goodbye! He put the mail package away, lifted his feet, got on his bicycle, and rushed into the wind and rain again...

The rain continued to fall, but I saw a beautiful rainbow from his back like A seven-color bridge is erected in the sky, which is very beautiful.