Rain _750 words

I live on a cloud, and Ben floats in the air, playing with my companions and the morning star. But I know that my mission is not only that simple, I will have a very nice name-Yu Si, which has been floated into this world.

Cold air will eventually transform me into crystal rain, accustomed to the warm life between clouds, and the cold world will almost swallow me up. It's a good thing I'm not fragile Before that, I had prepared for a long time.

I didn't fall into the lush grass or the vast sea as I imagined, but fell into a small lake. Reality and dreams are always a few cents apart. I closed my eyes and went to sleep quietly.

I am a rain silk, sleeping in the lake for hundreds of years. I was imprisoned in a cold lake for hundreds of years. I woke up and opened my eyes. The lake was endless and vaguely fell into the distant horizon, with an eternal distance from me. Occasionally the lake will ripple. In this small area, at least I can travel leisurely, and then go back to the original place, constantly circulating, circulating.

I remember that when I was first splashed here, my unwilling but helpless resentment almost plunged me into the abyss of pain, and in the end it was just a deep sleep.

I am a raindrop. In June, I was sprinkled with green smoke, and I was alone for a hundred years. There is more and more rain, and I am no longer young. Finally, someone named this lake Poyang Lake. The largest freshwater lake next to Dongting Lake, like amber, sleeps in the charming south, beautiful and refreshing.

I am a drop of rain, the first drop of rain in the biggest lake, and the most insignificant drop. This was a pessimistic idea in the past. Now I am referring to a dying old man in Sang Yu, but his heart is gradually relaxed. Although I am insignificant, I am indeed a part of the huge Poyang Lake. Still proud.

I am only a subtle detail, but I am not inferior. First, no one will laugh at me. Second, why should I feel inferior? I gather sand into towers and water drops into stones. What I do is to taste a cup of fragrant tea. In the long river of distant years, I quietly listened to the trickle that belongs to me, and the flowers swaying in the wind contended. I am rain, but I am as dazzling as crystal, sleeping in quiet amber and listening to time gently.

Grade three: Wang Ning