? Walking on the quiet bluestone board, the footsteps of "da da" and occasionally the barking of dogs emerged in my mind. The doors on both sides of the street are closed. Looking around, I am the only one on the street.
? Perhaps it is the light rain in the sky that makes the air filled with the fragrance of earth, which makes people feel very comfortable.
? Ta-da, a drop of water fell from the tree. Before I came to my senses, there was a sudden bang. A frog suddenly jumped out from behind a big stone and quickly jumped over my toes. A lost stone rolled at my feet. I bent down to pick up the stone and looked up and saw a row of white cranes flying in the air.
Liu Yuxi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote, "A crane in a clear sky brings poetry to the blue sky", but the continuous drizzle at this time has brought me a different kind of poetry.