Since I was a child of doing nothing. When the class distracted, do the work is also so. The afternoon sun penetrated the window casts a desktop, which obviously than book bunches of problem sets more attractive to me.

I lifted up a pen on the table, the halo of soft cloud the rotation of the body with the pen on the desk gently around, like as a child's mother coax I look like. But it put the pen body when I must hold their breath, because in a body below impressively printing a rainbow, lightsome and like to fly away. I excitedly cried out, mother, but dare not a little hands. Mother is washing dishes, he came to a face of doubt looking at me.

I turned to her smile. Mama, you see...

But I did not continue to go on, because the way the rainbow has disappeared.

How? Mother asked in concern.WwＷ.kao8.Ｃc

No, nothing. I have some fled.

The child...... Mother helplessly a smile and walked back to the kitchen.

I think, if I accidentally taken their hands? Make me excited is, the way the rainbow once again in my inadvertently desktop. This time, I was careful to put the pen on the book, and then running to the kitchen the mother pulled. But when I came out and taken back, because the way the rainbow and disappeared. Is the wind blew away the it? This time I look so pathetic. Mother strange saw my one eye, continue to do her housework.

And when I see the rainbow than in the past two also excited. I cried when the house is only my mother the echo of the empty. I forget, mother would have went to work. Looking at the table and lightsome rainbow, my in the mind of vacant, this time it will not disappear, but, I should tell anyone?

With the approach of the evening, the slice of sunshine rush run away from my desk. I secretly think, tomorrow I must let mother see a rainbow, then I will hold my pen.

Later for several days rain, I rainbow also quietly etc. For a long time. Clear up that day, have long time no see of the sun on my desktop, but I can't find that one can turn into a rainbow of a pen. I put all the pens turn out, a team in the sun tried. Empty desktop reflected in my empty pupil. I continue wirtting down the sounds, where to go? Where to go?

Lonely as the tide. Sometimes, the way the rainbow only in one's heart YingYingChaoChao.