Wen Sibo said: "A few days ago, I went to see a painting with my father, and I saw an oil painting, "the morning sun quietly shone on the yellowed trees and the still green fields", "The gray front of the house is set off by the woods behind the house

The noisy inhabitants of the woods were flying everywhere at this moment, flying over the lawns and gardens, and stopping on a large meadow.

The pasture was separated from the house by a collapsed hedge, and there was a row of tall old thorns, all thick and knotty, as tall as a tree. "Oh, that's Thornfield Manor. When I was young, I stumbled here, and I listened to Miss Jane Eyre's stories there.

It is said that she has been fostered in her aunt's house since she was a child and has been bullied in every way; But she was brave. She measured it with the ruler of her heart. When his cousin beat him, she boldly fought back, and when she was imprisoned in an empty room, she cried out inwardly for injustice. Later, at the Charity School Lowood Orphanage, Jane remains unyielding, hating the callous headmaster and the teachers who torture them. She said to Helen, "If she strikes me with that stick, I will take it from her hand and break it in her face." My heart was deeply shaken by this statement, yes she has an unyielding spirit of resistance, and that's exactly what I love.

Later, she went to Thornfield Manor to work as a governess, and in her best years she met Rochester, a man of integrity, good and evil, and a sense of humor, who I think was her sunshine. It was when I met such a gentlemanly Mr. Rochester that I once covered my book and wondered several times how she would face him. On that starlit night, Buckeyes heard Miss Jane Eyre's words—

"My heart is as rich as yours, and my heart is as full as yours! If God had blessed me with a little grace and an abundance of wealth, I would have made you as inseparable as I am now, and I would not speak to you according to custom, or convention, or even flesh and blood, but my soul would have spoken to yours, as if we had passed through the grave and stood at the feet of God, equal to each other—as it was"

I almost cried, she was so brave and the world in her heart was so clear. All people should be measured from the perspective of the heart, because this is the equal. Even if you are humble in birth, humble in work, and humble in appearance, starting from the heart, a humble person still has a clear heart. They have their own opinions, rules, and positions in their hearts, and in this small space of their hearts, they start from knowledge, from morality, and carefully look at the world with the ruler of their hearts, and they unyieldingly tell us that all people are equal at the feet of God, and they also deserve to be respected.

Jane Eyre was reluctant to be a human being, so she was left alone, and passed out on a stormy night during her wanderings, but love led her back to Thornfield. By this time, Rochester's mad wife had burned the manor to the ground, and she herself had been burned to death, and Rochester had become disabled in order to save her. Jane Eyre lives happily with Rochester, despite the fact that he is already a "poor blind man who walks by the hand everywhere".

Choose rich between poor and rich, choose not to love between love and unlove. I don't think there are many people who would give up everything for love and personality like Jane, and do not hesitate to do so. She is not beautiful or humble, but she attracts everyone with her unique temperament. The two sexes are equal, and women must have an independent personality, self-esteem and self-love, and not be dependent on others in order to win the respect and love of others, and only then can they have true happiness. She is using her words and actions to show that she has the right to pursue a love of her own on an equal footing. Love must be based on equality and independence, not just accepting what the other person gives.

On the night I closed my book, I closed my eyes and a lady in a plain black robe and a broad-brimmed hat read quietly in the garden. I spied into the scale of her mind, it was so wide, it was not a lake, but a whole ocean, a clear blue ocean. What she taught me was dignity, love, and the measure of the heart, and she told me how to achieve the ocean in my heart with her actions. Stand at the feet of God and be equal to one another. I always remember.

The night I closed the book, the rain fell, washing Lingnan, early in the morning, when I opened the window, I saw a row of drainage droplets falling from the eaves, like a beautiful bead curtain green, delicate flowers blooming among the faint leaves, and the grass lying softly on the ground, like an old oil painting, hiding endless thoughts about whom.

Love is like an umbrella in the rain. The second semester of the second year of junior high school was an extraordinary semester for me. Because at that time, we had the first entrance examination in our lives. At the beginning of the tense atmosphere in the classroom, it was still a tense atmosphere, maybe it was too nervous and not in a good mood, and I forgot to bring an umbrella when I went to the examination room. Looking at the pouring rain, I don't think he could have stopped so fast.

The school people left one by one, leaving me alone. How I wish someone could bring me an umbrella, maybe? No way! Because my mother is not at home today, it is impossible to give me an umbrella, and as for my father, I have no hope at all. When the night came, I already felt a little cool, and when I was about to despair, I saw a familiar and unfamiliar back! That's - Daddy! "Your mother is not at home, she knows that it is raining and she doesn't know how to bring an umbrella" Listening to these cold words, I always have a feeling, but I am used to it.

An umbrella for two people will also become smaller if the big umbrella is large. On the way home, the rain wet my father's clothes were not ordinary wet, but mine was dry, and when I looked up, I realized that the umbrella was almost all on my head! And there is an indescribable feeling in my heart, which is a strange feeling! At this moment, he thought he was not cold, but stupid, that is, he was stupid for his children, only to pay, and not to have any requirements! Listen, the sound of the rain, drop by drop, how clear it is, and Daddy's love is like this raindrop, it penetrates deep into my heart, and the accumulation of drop by drop will remain in my heart forever.

With this love in the small umbrella in the big wind and rain is not afraid!

Home is not about the size, it is about warmth, it is not about having feelings, it is about longevity, and love is not about how much, it is about being real! Sometimes love doesn't need a lot of words to express, sometimes a look, an action, or even a look. When I was a child, due to my weak body, I often got sick, so it can be said that I was a medicine jar at home. I remember one time, I was very sick and recuperated for a long time. Once my dad came in with medicine, and when I saw that I was emaciated, I walked out, and the moment I saw my head... I saw the corner of his eye, he was in tears, the first time he shed tears was for me... Your tears are sad rain, which keeps going down in my heart and seeps into my heart forever!

When I went to high school, I had less and less contact with my father. I thought that Daddy's love had expired, and all that was left was memories. Until one day I accidentally saw the art of "Father" in the book, the father in the painting is so realistic, the beads of sweat on his forehead are so vivid, and his smile is so calm...... His smile is a smile without regrets, and his beads of sweat are a symbol of industriousness.

Now I deeply realize that love has no expiration date and will not expire, and what remains will never be only memories and warm love.

His love is a bead of sweat in the hot summer, he is like a raindrop, every drop is so real!

His love is like another timely rain in the rain, the umbrella, how real this rain love is; His love does not need to be expressed in many words, tears, how precious this rain love is; His love is hard work and sweat for me without regrets, how selfless this rain love is!

Time passes, the vicissitudes of life, only the rain and love remain the same!