Rainy weather

After a week of rain, it ushered in a long-lost, cordial day. Pushing open the window that closed for many days, the warm warm air gently stroked my face, and the bright sunshine fell softly on me, and the fresh air with the smell of mud returned to my chest.

The butterfly is light and flies in the air and dances. Hiding under the big trees, free from the baptism of heavy rain, began to sing for his own fortune, and after the quiet rain, began to become alive because of the joy of these little bugs. The swallows hidden under the eaves flew out of the nest, flying in the clear sky, three or five groups, chasing each other and singing cheerful songs.

At this moment, even I became more cheerful. I swept away the depressed mood of the rainy day, took out Bamboo Xiao, who had not blown for a long time, sat at the door of the house and played the melody that started listening. Just as the shepherd boy blows on the back of the old cow, the bird is enchanted, and the butterfly is fascinating.

For a while, the swallows who were still happy in the white clouds, when I didn’t notice, stopped at the willow tree in front of the house. Maybe, even the birds, come to listen to my beautiful law...