Rainy season

When the nameless troubles come, when everything in the world is due to silence, when a few dogs break through the tranquility of the rainy night, listen and listen carefully. --Inscription

The rain, gathered along the eaves into raindrops, landed steadily on the ground, and bloomed like a beating crystal. The rain outside the house, at this time, echoes the breeze, pulsing, rotating, and finally immersed in the soil. It does not correspond to the phrase in the "Spring Night Rain" of Du Fu, "Sneak into the night with the wind, and the things are silent."

The rain tapped the window tip bit by bit, as if a line was pulling me, I put down the clear hand in my hand and was attracted by its deadly feeling.

I am in a bad mood, let go in this drizzle.

Squatting on the slippers, holding a flower umbrella, alone on the street where the sky fell on the sky, the rain is still lingering and sad, and the slippers have a sound of "吱-吱-", and it seems There are some rushes and a little rhythm of fine footsteps. In the rain, the umbrella is like a key, and the rain is an elegant performer, which is a melodious classical music. The rain was pulled and slanted and long, dripping down the outline of the umbrella, one drop and one drop, not ill, I slowly reached out, clear the crystal of the movement, the raindrops bloom at the fingertips, like a beautiful flower Water splash. It is a pity that this rain is like a flash in the pan, and beauty is also a moment, and my heart is inevitably lost.

When I was swaying, I walked into the rain alley. "The sound is constantly rushing, and the fingers are scattered. I sing in the wind and play in my palm." I don't know where to send the Yi people to sing. In the daytime, I seem to meet a girl with a lilac and a grudge, a dream like a misty, cloud-like girl drifting into the distance. The wind gently brushed her cheeks and raised her soft hair. The wind faintly smelled the fragrance of the flowers. The pool at the feet was a little shimmering, echoing the look of her smile. I have been there for a long time. The land stayed in the wind, Ren Fenger took away a few mournings from me, a few groaning, a few sadness.

It’s too late to see the twilight. Under the night, the rain wire illuminated under the street lamp looks silky and feminine. In front of a man holding a child in his hand, the child naughty on the shadow of the adult, the man is full of pets looking at her. A familiar scene, how many times I put my hand into his hands like this, he smiled so much at me, and the memory became more and more blurred. The two have gone far, my bare toes have been a little bit open, and my feet have also sent a sense of coolness. The raindrops fall with the wind and echo the fresh wind. Gradually speeding up the pace, the water from the slippers splashed my trousers, and through the skin, brought a fresh and wonderful feeling.

At the most familiar corner, he held an umbrella in his hand. The pair of squats were still so affectionate. The hands were still muddy and could never be washed. My eyes began to flood, and my heart was filled with a touch of emotion. . He looked at me with a look, I stood on the other side and looked at the man.

"Taro, it’s dark." His voice was a little hoarse. "Go home."

There was a warm current in my heart, and I ran over and shouted at him: "Dad, Dad."

The dimly lit streetlights stretched our figure and looked harmonious and beautiful. The rain is still going down.

Third day: Chen Jiajun