Deceased childhood

Looking at the darkness outside the window, listening to the rain, the sound of calming, the calm mood, and the spicy aroma that passed through the layers of rain, let my thoughts return to a rainy day.

. The drizzle of heavy rain, the terrible giant thunder and the bright lightning, I and the radish of the same road run heavy rain, the ear is the familiar rain splash and footsteps.

Along the way, with the voice of fighting and making fun of each other, there is a warmth that has never been broken. This is my childhood, I have no fear of anything, and I have a mentality of the game. It is really "young".

"Look, there is a awning, let's avoid the rain!" The radish pulled me forward and the two men were holding the wet hands together, but it was surprisingly warm.

"Ah! Well, the rain is so big, it hurts a lot on the body." I responded with a smile, not forgetting to put my hands on the forehead and the sticky hair on my cheeks.

"It’s bad luck, it’s raining, it’s all wet.” I can’t help but complain, the little radish is laughing. “Summer rain, oh, there’s a spicy hot stall over there. Look at how?" "Oh, good! Eat something hot! Don't look at summer, some cold after the rain, go!" This time I took a small radish, no way, I have no immunity to eating.

There is only a mist of white mist in the impression. The ear is a crisp dripping sound, the front is filled with a hot, spicy atmosphere, then two faces that are only laughing, maybe some dialogue, maybe have shoulders, shoulders, shaved noses, But the only thing that formed was the smiling face.

The spicy taste is very delicious, or how can it support such a bright smile?

The rain in the summer is a shower, so it is in line with the changing style. The radish and I have the privilege of witnessing a rainy day. The bright sunshine has come to a splendid smile from time to time, and the spicy and spicy taste is full of alleys. At the end of the alley, I and the radish are holding hands and jumping forward.

Today and today. The spicy smell in the air that I didn’t know where it had disappeared has long since dissipated, and the taste of mala Tang in the memory is haunting the heart, naturally accompanied by the smiling smile there.

The first day: the fragrance of the moon