Good strange, familiar, rainy

Rain, this thing is not a big concept for me. It is like a dream. There is no such thing in the past. There is only one muddy thing. If you just woke up, the feeling is normal. Hey... water is not water, it is soil and soil... I don’t know why. It’s raining now, my heart will have a hint of excitement, like love and non-love, hate and hate, very wonderful feeling, the existence of fish in my heart seems very embarrassing, I will never know what it is, it only seems to If, as if... now every time it rains, my heart will burst into a sorrow and joy: parting sorrow; the joy of liberation for the rain, suddenly tangled, do not want to explore, but the more you want to give up, the more you can’t let go, the stranger The feeling, but suddenly emerged a kind of familiarity, really do not understand! Once upon a time, it seems that there is also this feeling, but everything just seems to... seems...

Fifth grade: Wang Mengyi