Life is a magnificent stage, and everyone plays a different role on this stage. The story is staged on this big stage, either happy or sad. Walking slowly on the gravel road, the willow branches hung low, just above my head. The sky is especially bright after the rain. I saw an aunt in front, wearing a straw hat, bending over and moving slowly with a broom. But the movements are also clean and neat. The vast sky makes her look even smaller. There is no one around, and she still sweeps every piece of garbage intently. How focused and careful those eyes are. Yes, this is her role, and she has tried her best to play her part. Out of the park, the sky began to rain in Mao Mao, and I quickened my pace. Suddenly, I saw a policeman in the rain. Oh, it's the traffic police! He stood straight, constantly changing his gestures, and his expression was very serious. Naughty rain flew past and hit his face, and more and more rain gathered on his face, forming a gully. Rain trickled down his cheeks ... He stood quietly, directing the traffic. There is a warm current in my heart. Oh, he is a traffic policeman. He has played his role on the stage of life. It's raining harder, and the heavy rain makes me have to run. Run home, dry your wet hair, and then sit in front of the computer and play computer. The phone rang and I answered it. That's my mother's voice. Mom said it was raining too hard and asked me to pick her up. My answer is yes. He turned off the computer, took an umbrella and hurried downstairs. I went downstairs to find my mother. I helped her carry things, put up an umbrella and walked home. She is my mother and I am her daughter. It is my duty and responsibility to help her. I should be a good boy. The rain is getting smaller and smaller, the sun is shining, the warm sun shines on the earth, and my heart is warm. On the stage of life, different people have different roles. What we can do is to play our roles well, so that we can perform a wonderful life.