Xia Yu

The summer rain is sultry and hot, and the storms are pouring down, plunging the earth, as if you can drive away the compelling summer heat.

The rain in summer is not as graceful as the spring rain, bringing vitality and vitality to all things, and it does not bring the coolness of the autumn rain, and declares the end of summer. So naturally there is no such spirit as expensive. Xia Yu is like a naughty ghost child who has not grown up. When he accidentally falls down, he is out of control. But with the freedom and freedom that spring rain and autumn rain did not have. It is an unconstrained waver, and every time it comes, it has a different kind of unknown surprise, which makes people unprepared. However, he was surprised or happy, he definitely could not consider such a point. In his world, he is the absolute master; in the rainy world, he is a unique existence.

I think that I am a free-loving person and I don't like being bound by rules. At least at this point, I have a commonality with Xia Yu. Perhaps this is why I love summer rain so much.

Someone once asked me: "Is the summer rain beautiful? Every time there is no sign to splash down, I still feel that the spring rain is more gentle, 'moisturous and silent'." I smiled and did not answer. Everyone has different opinions, and you can't always let everyone follow your thoughts! If you have a lot of fun for a group of people around the world, is this a bit of a slap in the face? At least, in my cognition, the summer rain is a bit more pure, a little more free, and a little more different than the other joys.

What I love is the difference in summer rain.

The third day: fluttering mood