Recommended reading ｜ Rain falls sound

—— "村.” "Series 26

□ Li Donghong

I got up yesterday morning and found that Zhengzhou was raining. The raindrops hit the leaves outside the window and made a "crackling" sound. I stood on the balcony, looking at the raindrops falling like a line, my heart was refreshing. On the road opposite, there are people who hurried in the rain. Downstairs, the rain fell into the red red, and it was just: "The rain and wet clothes are invisible, and the flowers are silent."

I don't know the reason, I like to rain, maybe because, in the memory, there are many rain stories wet myself ...

In the fifth grade of elementary school that year, it was also raining that day. It was very big. The mother took the umbrella and took me to go home from school. When returning to the gate of my house, a lady in her 60s hid under the rain under the eaves. The black shirt under the patch had been wet by the rain, and the wet hair became wet. Essence

It turned out that the lady was from the neighboring village in the north. It rained on the way home when her relatives returned, and she hid the rain at the gate of my house. The mother quickly led the elderly to the house, giving the old man a bowl of brown sugar water, and found a dress for the elderly to change it.

The rain was in the afternoon, and there was no intention of stopping. Seeing that the sky was near the evening, the mother asked the elderly to live in my house and give the elderly to the elderly after dinner.

The next day, the rain stopped, the old man was leaving, and the mother gave her the only 5 eggs at home.

After a few days, the old man came again, with her 30 -year -old son, and an old hen raised by her family. The old man's son pulled his mother's hand and said excitedly: "Sister, thank you so much for helping my mother. This old hen is the most expensive thing in my family. My mother has to let me bring you."

The mother hurriedly waved her hand, "Child, you have a heart, you can't, you can't."

In the year of the senior year, after the harvest of the wheat, he played, took food, and packed into a linen. One Saturday morning, the mother said to me home from the school, "Child, I go to the town to sell food, you read a book at home." The mother said that the grain was sold to the grain depot in the town or replaced it with it to the town. Money, pay me tuition, or change to food stamps, let me eat in high school.

"Mom, I'm going."

After listening to me, she nodded pity.

On the way to the town, the sky was gloomy, and the dark clouds kept swimming back and forth. I don't know when it will become a rain. I took the shelf from my mother, pulled, walked, and passed by a small river ditch, and the mother hurriedly pushed behind.

The thunderbolt suddenly dropped. In an instant, "Green Bai Manchuan, the original sound of the mountains, the rain was like smoke in the rules." There is no village, no shop, the wheat on the car, the mother has covered the plastic cloth in advance, the mother stopped, took out the raincoat she carried, wrapped her body, and let the rain fall as pouring.

After a while, the rain stopped, and on the muddy road, under a narrow rainbow, the mother pulled the car car and continued to walk forward. Behind him, a string of curved car prints ...

There was a rain that made me a little guilty.

Go home from the summer vacation of Zhengzhou University. On that day, the mother went to work. My sister made lunch at home. I read a book under the door and watched the nephew who was less than 10 years old playing. The elder brother was a soldier in the army, and the nephew was taken care of. The grandmother took care of it carefully, and I often took the nephew to play. The nephew is obedient and very sensible.

After a while, it rained under the gloomy sky. At this time, I only looked at the book, and suddenly found that my nephew was gone. I hurried to the yard to look for it, nor did I. I was a little nervous. In case my nephew lost, I would like to explain to my elder brother. I hurried out to find, just walked out of the door, saw the nephew holding an umbrella, pulling my grandmother's hand, and walking towards the house.

It turned out that when I saw the rain, my nephew went to the ground with an umbrella to pick up my grandma.

When I got home, my mother said, "My grandson is really sensible, and my grandson is not as good as my grandson."

Yes, I didn't expect it. Gui, rushing into my heart.

There are many stories in the rain, which are scattered in my heart.

Zhengzhou's rain yesterday was a long time. On the way to work, when I walked in the rain, I stared at the little water splattered on the ground, like admiring a beautiful music, listening to the sound of the rain with heart ...

[About the author: Li Donghong, a native of Fugou County, Henan, graduated from the Department of Journalism of Zhengzhou University. He has successively served as editor and reporter of the Henan Daily, deputy director of the news special release department, and deputy director of the new media department. The editor -in -chief of the Henan Legal System. He has published 5 minister novels and prose collection of "Want to Watch Rain", "Anti -Corruption", "I'm a Police", "Question of Life", "52 Letters Written to Mother". Among them, "Question of Life" won the "Five One Engineering Awards" in Henan Province. .

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