Suddenly it rained, pouring rain, the whole world was covered with a white rain curtain, standing on the fourth floor of the teaching building, looking at the campus baptized by the rain, my heart was very calm, this rain seemed to wash the whole school fiercely, the lake downstairs was much clearer in such rain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Look, there's someone walking in the rain!" Suddenly, a girl's scream came to her ears.

I turned my head to look over, and in the distance, on the campus avenue, a boy was walking slowly in the rainstorm, unhurried, as if he was walking comfortably in his own backyard.

Looking at this scene, a certain string in my heart was touched fiercely, how many times has a person walked in the rainstorm like this in his life? In my impression, there is one thing that has been very profound, it was May Day in 2006, I did not go home, registered in the school, volunteered to go to the Spark Square to raise funds for the poor students of the school, when the event was finished and cleaned up, the sky was raining, the rain was very heavy, those school leaders, as well as the delicate school dance team members, the host ran to the eaves to hide from the rain, or stopped the car to go back to school, even the donation box was discarded on the stage, no one paid attention, at that time I was a few classmates together, and a young dance teacher named Li Fangqun was all wet, suddenly Li Fangqun said to a few of us: "Let's sing!" we looked at each other, although we didn't know each other, but we all agreed, so we sang loudly in the rain, and sang the song "College Student Study Room Song" "The weather is good today, the wind is beautiful, and the sun is beautiful......" Li Fangqun picked up the props around him and waved them in the rain, singing loudly, we were playing in the rain, drenching happily, squandering the madness of our youth, in the heavy rain, we forgot everything, and we were cathartic and playful, I brushed my wet hair, looked at their crazy chasing figures, and laughed, it was the first time since I broke up with my first girlfriend that I laughed so innocently, I know, at that moment, I didn't think of her, at that moment I was just a playful teenager, like when I was a child, it doesn't matter if my clothes are dirty, my mother washes, it doesn't matter if I'm sick when I'm wet, I have my father to take care of me, I think the reason why childhood is beautiful is because childhood doesn't think too much about things, just play to your heart's content.

I think that this kind of rain should be young, vibrant, and belong to us, how good it is to walk in the rain! I remember when I was in junior high school, our art teacher, a fat man, he was a painter, he often told us about his youth, one of them touched me a lot, he said that when he was 17 years old, one day he violated discipline, the teacher wanted to teach him a lesson, he simply skipped class with a few buddies, ran to the back mountain of the school, the sky was pouring rain, they were on the mountain, in the rainstorm, overlooking the vast land, together singing the song "Seventeen-year-old rainy season" At that moment, all the study pressure was released, and to hell with the discipline and school rules of the college entrance examination teacher! When the fat man spoke, his eyes flashed with excitement, but in the depths of that light there was a trace of nostalgia, was that nostalgic for his young years? Seventeen years old, what a desirable age, a newborn calf, full of dreams, in his prime, since when did he find that he was already old? Although he was less than 30 years old, when did that heart stop being young? Is earthly tribulation really that powerful? can crush a young and excited heart to death, leaving only a soulless shell.

The fat man is indeed old, I can feel it, in fact, every one of his paintings is a high-level work, he can go to the best school in the city to teach art, but he does not dare to resign, he is afraid of failure, if the years go back another ten years, will he have such care? Definitely not! Ten years, ten years can bury a young heart, then, how many years do I have left?

In fact, many times, I have a very clear feeling that I am getting old, not physically, but spiritually, and teachers and parents often give this phenomenon a nice word, they call it growth, but how do I feel that growth is aging? Just like in such a majestic rain, can I still be like the one in 2006, frolicking in the rain again, ignoring the eyes of others? It's probably hard to muster such courage, I don't know when it started, I don't even have the courage to take a rain, my young heart has been asleep, maybe one day it will wake up, I am unwilling to dream, if there is such a woman, she is willing to run with me in the rain and throw away the umbrella, it must be my wife, my woman. I will tell her that when I was young, I also frolicked in the rain like this, and when I have a child, I will encourage him to run and play in the rain, I will not blame him, I will accompany him, play in the rain, my body is weak, I can take a few medicines, but my heart is weak, but there is no cure.

Decades later, when I am old, even my body is old, looking at such a downpour, will I think of those years when I was young? Will I miss the boy who chased and ran unscrupulously in the pouring rain? At that time, can my heart still be impulsive? Will I suddenly tremble and walk to the rain on crutches, look at the sky, and think of some things when I was young?

The class bell rang, I took a deep breath of rainstorm, turned around and walked into the classroom, the dull air was blowing in my face, I looked at the students who had just woken up in the classroom, all with messy hair, blank eyes, and oily skin......

Huang Huayi

May 18, 2010