It was misty and misty, and the rain fell from the sky. It gently stirred the surface of the lake, creating ripples. It also gently stirred my heart. The ripples brought my thoughts back to that day. .
The sky was overcast, the gray-white clouds seemed within reach, the wind howled arrogantly, and the rain was not as heavy as expected. I was swinging alone on the swing, gently closing my eyes, letting the rain soak my hair, thinking of the mocking eyes of my classmates, and hearing the sarcastic voices in my ears, my heart trembled slightly. Tears fell gently from the corners of my eyes. Just because I was a transfer student, they laughed at me like this. The sky seemed to be crying for me too, and I couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on my face. The rain soaked through my clothes, and my body felt colder and colder, but I still didn't want to go back to the classroom. Just like that, the swing stopped and swayed, and then stopped again.
Time passed slowly, but the school bell that I didn’t want to hear still rang. "No matter, they don't like me anyway, so just skip class." Listening to the sound of reading loudly from the classroom, I felt very uncomfortable.
While I was in a daze, someone suddenly pushed the swing from behind. I quickly grabbed the rope and turned around. Why did she, the most popular person in the class, come to me? She seemed to understand my confusion, and said to me with a smile: "How is it? Doesn't it feel uncomfortable in the rain? In fact, they are just a little bit repellent to strangers, and there is no harm. I think I was laughed at by them in the same way at the beginning, but as long as you are right If they are good to you, they will be good to you. Don't be sad. I stared at her and saw the friendly smile on her face. Suddenly my heart no longer felt cold, and a warm current flowed through my heart. I smiled back at her. She nodded. She happily pushed the swing, pushed me to the clouds on the other side of the sky, and then fell down. Just swinging away, all the worries were shaken, and a good mood was shaken out of my heart. Ripples of warmth.
As the flowers fall and the stars move, what remains unchanged is the warmth you stirred, which has always rippled in the lake of heart, creating boundless warm ripples.