Listen to the rain

Listening to the sound of the rain quietly, she brought the interesting things she saw, stringed into a long piece of music, and sang with a small voice. It shakes my heart and condenses my blood. The original sound is also a kind of power. Her arrival has depressed many people and excited many people. She just wants to talk, just want to forget. Listening to the rain, it turns out to be so happy. Even if you are bound, you will be so intoxicated.

The sky above the city, the fine rain. On the winding street, a five-color umbrella. Move slowly again. Rain, what you bring is really beautiful.

Listen to the rain, a beautiful name. The one I know is also called the rain. Girls always have a beautiful name. Starlight on the sky, she can always describe it with beautiful words. She is always very bright and bright and walks in front of me. It seems that, certainly, anyone likes her, a good child.

She used to tell me. A person who is accompanied by others and who is his angel will never be lonely.

Then, looking at me with a very sad look, said.

"A person like this may not exist for a lifetime."

I listened to her, her god wound between the eyebrows, quietly took me with God. At that time, I couldn't say the slightest comfort. That afternoon, we spent the silence. Recalling why, I didn't tell her.

I am willing to be her angel.

The sky in July was empty, and there was a little irritability in the air. Want to go out and pick up the phone, hesitate to dial her, and the finger slides over each number button. The mood is sent back in the city and expectation. The first shortcut of the phone is her number.

"Hey? Weiwei?"

"Well, I want to go out and go. Listen to the rain, go?"

"Okay, go travel in a few days, my parents will go. Go to the sea."

"That's it, bye."

Covering the phone, the bugs in the heart of July gradually stopped their crazy devouring. It seems that they also want a slight rest. At least, it is not so painful.

The sea. seaside. Beach. The sea breeze blew a little cool, compared to the city, the blue here, with its cool. Looking at her face quietly, still feels beautiful. No regrets. The sea breeze slammed our long hair, the endless sea. In July, with the rhythm of life, the sea also shows its rare joy.

Listening to the rain, she later regretted the words of the day. I discovered that I have been with her for so many years.

I told her that she was my angel whenever and wherever she was, and I would be her angel.

She couldn't afford to be soft on the beach, I saw her trembling shoulders, she was silent. Say. Really don't want to separate.

Azure sea, empty sky. I said. Listen to the rain, you are my angel, give me dependence, give me strength.

Please don't leave me by my side.