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Rainy night


"Tick, ticking, ticking." A drizzle dripping from the sky, dripping into a small puddle that had not yet dried up, hitting a ballast and breaking the calm water. It also broke my thinking, a drop of rain slipped over my cheek.

It was raining, and the dark clouds in the sky covered the sky that was so dark. The rain drifted in the air. From time to time on my hair, face, glasses, hands ... I could not help but speed up the pace. When I got home, I just sat down and listened to the rain, smashing, smashing, and smashing rain on the ground, roof, canvas, and awning.

The eyes looked out of the window, dark, without leaving a trace of light, no thunder, even the lightning was swallowed up by the black. Only black, except black or black. At that time, suddenly there was a violent wind outside, the wind screamed, and the wind blew, and the downpour had already arrived. The drizzle had already turned into a pea. The drainage ditch on the ground is blocked like a person, and can no longer be discharged. The water has risen, and the rain has gradually become smaller and smaller. It has recovered from the previous appearance, and some rain is floating in the air.

The cold wind that had been cold and bone marrow was blown, and the tree seemed to be unable to withstand the cold wind of the bones after the hurricane and the rain, and it shivered coldly. The leaves fell to the ground, the rain on the leaves was shaken off, and the rain began. The water has receded, and a large expanse of fallen leaves, under the light of the yellow light of the street lights, is particularly yellow. At night, only the autumn and eucalyptus trees that had just been baptized by storms were left. I have been unable to scream and sleep deeply.

Sitting on the bed, it rained again outside the window, I fell asleep in the rain. And the city is only rainy at night, the night in the rain.

The second day: Yueyang Tower

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