If there is no rainbow after the storm, maybe the sun is not snuggling; Perhaps, it also hopes that someone will look forward to its return after the storm ...-Inscription When I was a child, I opened my eyes to see the moon and was praised by its bright eyes. I once shook my head and counted the stars, thinking about this little natural scenery, but I didn't know what kind of world would be behind this profundity; I have been squinting at the sun, and its dazzling light seems so arrogant, as if everything is so insignificant in its golden awn, and there is no place for it. Gradually, I began to fear and hate the sun that brought light to the world. The sun, a lonely and proud guy, everywhere he goes, the earth looks so ferocious that he doesn't even have a chance to breathe. And I, this insignificant little person, in its body, there are only a few fragments that make people "recall color change", and the nosebleed overflowing with hot air flashes in my eyes and flows relentlessly through my lips and the tip of my tongue. At this moment, I don't even have a chance to bow my head, and my eyes can no longer be clear and bright. I'm just a poor man. Sunlight is like the cold light from a monster's eyes, but it is a flame and full of vitality. People are always eager for sunshine, but in this respect, my ideas are quite different. Sometimes I can't even say why, but no one can give me an answer. When it rains, I always like to sit at my desk alone, watching the rain, raindrops, or raindrops as big as beans flash by, and then the sound of ticking is so silent. Just like when all is silent, a cicada chirps in the sky without leaving a sigh. I often think that when the rain falls, the earth must be enjoying this long-lost coolness, sliding between its own bodies and washing itself. Whenever it rains, the sound of rain outside the window is like a symphony, which makes people feel sad and can't be calm for a long time. Soon, the sun will always lean out and take a breath of air conditioning. Is this world destined to have only the eternal law of "seeing the rainbow after the storm"? I sometimes wonder what the world will be like if there is no sunshine after the storm. Once I accidentally opened a book that was a little yellow. I remember it clearly: "If human beings lose sunlight, they will face extinction." I looked at this boring "philosophy" with disdain, which was so ugly in my eyes on sallow paper. As if at this moment, all I see is destruction. Is it always like this in the world? The eternal law is always the truth. There is no doubt that ... the sun shines for a long time, and people are always eager for a rain, even if it rains only a little, and then leave in a hurry. What is left is fresh, and the air flowing at the tip of the nose is so brand-new and bright. Just like a new page, you can write it. The dirt that once existed no longer exists. It will be so clear and transparent after washing next time. Finally, my fantasy no longer only appeared in dreams, and the meditation that the sun disappeared, like those "terrible" "philosophy", disappeared. Fantasy is so close to me, within reach, and even makes me feel terrible. An unintentional trip took me to a place without sunshine. Everything is so strange, but so kind. The sky is so deep that people can't touch Toya and see clearly. Behind that depth, there will be no dazzling golden light, which will continue to devour my eyes and my thoughts ... On the second day of my trip, a friend said to me, "I can't see the sun. Really boring. " I smiled and said nothing. I just don't think he knows how to cherish. There was a beautiful sunset in front of him, but he turned a blind eye and watched it fade away. After a few days, I don't know why, and I feel a little inexplicable regret. I used to hate sunshine and praise rain, as if I was no longer strong and gradually gave in. After playing for a day, I returned to my residence and found myself with a bad cold. I remembered the joy and release of letting moist air swallow into my nose during the day. At this moment, I just feel ridiculous. I am only one person after all. Rain, like the sun, is just the change of everything. However, I foolishly thought that they were completely different. One was as strong as a stone, and the other was as gentle as water, and gave in to its feet without regret. At the end of the trip, I unconsciously began to expect a glimmer of light in the clouds, even if it was still dazzling, or just a little warmth was enough. Faint with a hint of sunshine, warm as a mirror, clear and transparent, without a trace of impurities. After bidding farewell to this dreamlike place, I will eventually go back to my original place, sit in the car and the sun shines lazily on me, never back down. Just a long-lost old friend. It has survived for hundreds of millions of years and never cares what the world thinks of it. But this ordinary human in the car can't be ordinary anymore, he cares ... if there is no rainbow after the storm, maybe the sun will no longer snuggle; Perhaps, it also hopes that someone will look forward to its return after the storm. ...