Yan Yu Ren Pingsheng

"Turning to the side, the rain hit the awning", the sound of the rain awakened my sleep, the rain that fell from the sky, gently tapping my window, playing a perfect symphony with the complete body, at night, I am lazy Climb out of bed, turn on the light, look out through the window, the rain lining the street lights of the city, gently sliding down, scattered, splashing, and finally sinking into a spotted pool, so that it was born.

The sky slowly brightened, and the sky sprinkled a mist and lining the rain. In this weather, the rain was quieter, softer, and more puffy, making it softer, gentler, and quieter. In the corridor, listening to the rain, watching the rain, the raindrops of the mung bean slipped out from the fingers, leaving a lonely tear mark. When it was accumulated, it fell from the finger and fell to the ground, in the mud, mixed with the pool. For a pool, it is unclear which is the rain, that is the pool water, and sometimes the raindrops are also playing with the bamboo leaves, dancing with the bamboo branches, making a loud noise.

In a short while, the wind and thunder were raging, and the thunder was rumbling. Even the people were scared and scared, let alone the rain. The rain scared and got chaotic, intertwined and weaved into a huge net. I walked from the corridor to the net. The wind and rain wet my clothes, blow away my black hair, and let me experience a stormy baptism and become more sober.

A layer of mist covered with a layer of rain, and with the thunder, wonderful, beautiful, beautiful, I can not help but sigh, in the foggy weather, I will go to the rain again.

Third day: Zhao Lecheng