Listen to the rain

Rain, screaming, through the window, watching countless raindrops landing. The sound of slaps is like a blessing to our beautiful world. Listening and listening, listening to the heart, falling and falling, knocking into the heartstrings, watching and seeing the wonderful, such as the sound of the piano, such as Humming.

Gently and gently, like a beautiful arc, dripping on a piece of green leaves. Listen, this wonderful voice. The rain praised our world, praised our starry sky, and sometimes I heard that they were whispering, so true, so beautiful, and suddenly dig out a lot of spiritual words.

Listen carefully, enter their world, understand their words, ticking, the rain will stop, and the wind will drift gently. It was a rainy season, and the rain band stayed here.

The sun shines on the body, on the heartstrings, immediately restores the spirit, listen to the sound of this rain.

The mood is always so good.

The second day: heart Ru