Rain, I love you alone (original)

The rain hits the window, and the view in the eye is beautiful. The drizzle made me unable to let go.

--Inscription

At night, the black lacquered sky was drizzling with rain, and the willows outside the window were already covered with rain. The endless night, leaving me with infinite delusion.

[Listen to the rain]

In the straight spring of March, Wei Wei is raining. Spring rain is as expensive as oil, and spring rain is as fine as silk. At this moment, the rain has been going on for a long time, and the taste of the faint spring is coming. Although through the window, it still can't stop the arrival of spring. Xin Xinran, I couldn’t help but stand on the window and feel the breath of life.

Gently close your eyes, listen, and listen carefully. That is. The green leaves are swaying, the rain ticking on the roof, and the silver bell-like laughter of the spring girl.

Listening to the rain is an elegant taste.

[Enjoying the rain]

I opened my eyes and there was a strange view of the rain and the rain. How do I care about this corner in peacetime?

The rain in March was dripping and falling on the window of my house. For a time, the raindrops spread and swayed. I slowly slid down the raindrops with my hands, sliding down the window and sliding all the way to the bottom of the window.

Outside the window, the rain is windy and the spring is horrible. A cluster of flowers vying for beauty, although it is dark night, but the unique fragrance of the flower follows the spring breeze, with fragrance, sucking into my heart.

A strain of willow and spring breeze, blending new and tender green, into my eyes, into my mind.

Rain is a kind of intoxication.

[rain]

I am totally intoxicated about this situation. Don't care about the thinness of the clothes, don't take it out of the window, and don't care to bring a small umbrella. I was alone, rushing out of the house and traveling through the rain.

Rain, wet my clothes, wet my shoes, drenched my eyebrows. However, I don't care. I only feel the rain, the rain, the beauty of the rain, the charm of the rain, the mystery of the rain.

I have merged with the rain and turned into a secluded March spring rain.

Rain is a kind of meaning.

This rain has nourished the earth and nourished my heart.

Third day: red umbrella rouge