Hide here see rain

I like rainy days for a long time. It rained, and the rain trapped people in the classroom. The class became extremely noisy. This was the warmth that rainy days gave us, but I loved the blockbuster cold and cheerless that he gave me so much. I like to hold an umbrella and walk alone in the drizzle, passing through trees and wind, and passing through those people who laugh, worry and complain. Raindrops hit the umbrella cover. I watched the wind, the rain and the world quietly under the umbrella, just like a woman who lived in Yingying thousands of years ago. She was a household, a folding paper plum umbrella, wearing a thin sweater, apricot flowers and spring rain, Jiangnan always thought that rainy days should belong to the alleys in Jiangnan, a oiled paper umbrella, a bluestone Road, and a graceful woman in Jiangnan. Or, it was the foggy river, a horizontal slanting pulp, an old coir coat and an old man fishing along the river. At this time, I seemed to follow the poetic style as I walked alone. Whenever it rains, the fishy smell of soil in the air will make me feel warm. The air becomes wet, and even the smell smells good. Although it was in spring, the fine moisture was always a little cold. As Tian Wei said, I am a person who liked to hide here and watch the rain. I always stood by the window habitually, as if blowing the wet sea breeze, I think of some fragmentary words and stories, and the inexplicable flying of my mind. Such weather reminds me of many moist summers and many unexpected encounters and departures. Maybe it was the meeting in the spring rain in the past, maybe it was a picture about rain that I saw in the book when I was a child, or it was a summer when I learned from the ancients that I was born with smoke and rain, because of my mood, being touched for no reason others complained about that damned rainy day, only I loved it so much, or I loved countless familiar afternoons, the fragrance of grass in the air was not strong or faint. People say that people who like rainy days are sentimental, and my rainy days are particularly clean, just like my life, wet rain and fog, without trace Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…