On a quiet night, it began to rain again. Through the fuzzy glass, I looked at the hazy part outside the window. The ticking rain gently touched my heart. Sleeping at night, listening to the wind blowing and rain, the tenderness is deep into my dream. I sat alone in front of the screen, listening
The sun was burning at noon, but on the way to pick up the child in the afternoon, there was a drowned chicken. It was too late to shelter from the rain, only focusing on the children waiting in the kindergarten. I didn’t care about taking shelter from the rain, only thinking about my child.
Two days ago, when I cleaned the Office for the leader, I picked a piece of withered flowers and leaves from that rich tree. After taking it out, I didn’t want to throw it away, so I put it on the seat of my computer screen. After two days, the leaves turned yellow a little