Listen to music at midnight: Love is a cup of wine that everyone can get drunk

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

Sense of rain — learn to live

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.