The height of the rainy day

The wind came, the wind blew, the rain came, the rain stopped, and the dark clouds of the sky gathered, thick and thick, and then turned into rain, falling from the sky.

Looking quietly, a layer of clouds wrapped in a layer of rain, bathed in the breeze, one after another, as if everything was hidden in this rainy day, blending with the rain, the house, the tree, the man, in the water Shining, the bird, the car, the sound, the shuttle in the rain, the green leaves of the branch, the red flag on the pole, shaking the head and shaking the head, the rain reflected the blue sky, the shadow was printed on the ground, through the ground The world is above people and heaven.

Willow tree, sprouted a new bud, sucking the rain of heaven in the quiet; Yangshu, grows a bud, willingly accepts the rain to wash away the dust and dirt on his body, the swallows fly low, the wings slap lightly The rain on his body suddenly hid under the eaves and fell asleep peacefully.

The wind blows slowly, the rain calms the blue sky, keeps falling, and the floating zeros, such as the sky, spread the hopeful fruit seedlings, the rain like a child, and sing beautiful music with a green voice. They are slow and gentle, how beautiful and wonderful. They use the white little hands to move the air and play a song of their own.

Because of this rain, I will use my heart to look at it, listen carefully, and taste my life with heart. Thank you, rain, let me see the perfect swan song, thank you, let me know, what should I feel and enjoy, What to do, what not to do, what to give up, what to give up, how to choose.

In the rainy season, I will not ask for anything more. I only want to feel you in the rain, feel the world, feel the wind is not a memory, but a long effort to recall,

Going too fast, forgetting the surrounding scenery; wanting to turn back, but forgetting the original situation.

Third day: Zhao Lecheng