Rain, it keeps raining. I was walking home with an umbrella. The road is full of potholes and rain, and occasionally you will encounter cars whizzing by, splashing layers of tiny water around you, dripping cold and unscrupulous on the trouser legs, infiltrating into the skin, making people shudder involuntarily, and the upper changes from light color to dark color. At this time, a child just ran in front of me. Before I could see his face clearly, a figure flashed by me, and the rain flew from where he passed and splashed all over me. I vaguely felt that he was soaked to the skin, as if he had just been fished out of the water tank. Only the red scarf tied around the neck is particularly bright and heavy in the rain. Children without umbrellas have to run like hell in the rain.
Although the rain was not a storm, it was enough to wet a child without an umbrella. I don't know what reason or what will prompted the child to run in the rain. Does he get anxious when running in the rain? Is it happiness? Still sad? He ran so fast that I didn't see it clearly. I can't help turning around to see where the child has gone. He ran a short distance, with firm and steady steps and straight ahead. Suddenly, I saw his body leaning forward, as if he had tripped over something, and he fell to the ground. I was just about to run over and give him a hand. Unexpectedly, he quickly got up from the ground and continued to run. Watching him run in the rain, fall, get up and run again, I read a kind of forbearing power behind this continuous action.
How much courage does it take to run in the rain, and how much toughness does it take to get up and run again after falling? On rainy days, I occasionally see some different kinds of young people. They are not afraid of the rain, walking, playing or running in the rain without an umbrella, and seem to show a vibrant and free-spirited personality. Occasionally there will be young men and women in love, holding each other's hands and walking in the rain. Although the whole body was wet by the rain, it was full of happiness. It seems cruel for a child to run in the rain on such a rainy day. Most children will have grandparents, parents or other relatives holding umbrellas in rainy days, and families with good conditions will even have cars to pick them up. However, this child running in the rain is particularly lonely and helpless at this time. Is his heart crying? He may have missed the time to go home because of his fun, and he was afraid that his parents would worry, so he ran in the rain. It could be something else. For whatever reason, he didn't bring an umbrella, so he had to run in the rain. Fall, get up, and run.
Sometimes, when bored, there will be an impulse to run in the rain. It seems that the rain will wash away all the sadness in my heart, all the grievances, my impetuousness and my stupidity. As long as you are willing to run into the rain, you can vent and cry loudly. Rain and tears are intertwined, and no one cares whether it is rain or tears on your face. Rain, although synonymous with cold, can sometimes bring a little peace, a little comfort and a little hope. Running in the rain, venting in the rain, after all, is just a flash of thought, which has not been implemented. Perhaps, I have long been accustomed to the fixed thinking mode of adults, and my heart has long been filled with numbness and indifference, and those emotional impulses have long since passed away.
The child running in the rain fell down again and again, got up and ran again and again, and was soaked through by the rain. His heart must be full of fear. Confused, uneasy and helpless about the unknown. Maybe he can stop and find a place to hide from the rain. However, if it keeps raining until dark, he may lose the best opportunity to escape, so he will only spend the waiting time in the unknown. Maybe he chose running to buy himself more time and go home as soon as possible. He fell, got up and ran away. He had no choice. At least, there is still a glimmer of hope in his heart. As long as he runs hard, he will get where he wants to go. What does it matter if he falls and gets wet in the rain? He chose a positive and optimistic attitude.
There are many things in life, full of unknown variables. Standing at the crossroads, I don't know which direction to go, and I can't predict whether the chosen direction is correct. Many times, at the end of the road, I choose an intersection at a loss, only to find that I am not taking the road I should take. It is too difficult to turn back when you are caught in a dilemma for no reason. Some roads, no matter how difficult, success or failure is always your choice, so you should stick to it with tears in your eyes. The child without an umbrella, running in the rain is his choice. Even if he is drenched and sore by the rain, he will try his best to run in the rain. For him, only by working hard can hope come true.
Whether it is sunny or rainy, you can't choose after all, but you can choose your own mentality. It's up to you to be positive, optimistic, pessimistic and disappointed, run in the rain, or find a safe haven to stagnate.
The rain always stops; The sun will still rise in the east. Children without umbrellas can only run like hell in the rain. Fall, get up and run. As long as you have faith and never give up, you will eventually reach the other side.