Light rain

Today, it’s raining, and the whole sky is gray and it seems to herald the extraordinary moment.

The gray sky, the tens of thousands of clear swords fell from the clouds, and the "啪" waited for the end of life. Looking at the group of soldiers on the ground; 瞅 颗 瞅 炮 ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ;

"Boom..." Lei Gong was angry, and they never thought that they could have such an imposing manner, so they were angry and the natural majesty was provocative. He growled and snarled desperately, trying to scare them away, and ultimately couldn't do it. The soldiers were still rushing to death, and there was no retreating figure, only a thousand bloody men.

The rain finally stopped, and it must have disappeared. The sun pierces the smoke of the battle and warms the ruined land. A dense water raft is a witness of history. The glory of the pieces is their brilliant achievements! But who remembers?

The thick gray curtain was removed, and the bright daylight illumined the sad battlefield. The body began to be buried, and finally did not leave a slight, faint, silent. But who remembers?

The world full of dirt is new, the turbid air is no longer pungent, the flowers and trees around you are full of energy, the body is not changed, and the complaints are no longer dying, and the environment is poor. But the maker of all this - rain, but who remembers?

I don't know how many days have passed, complaining about how long it rained, and finally came again.

Third day: Zhang Zheng