On campus, the heavy rain washed away the dust on the asphalt pavement, leaving a shallow puddle, white and bright. The trees on both sides of the road are dark green after being washed by rain. The grass on the roadside is tender and green, with shiny beads hanging on it. There are some small flowers on the grass.
There is drizzle in the sky, gently, a little, a wisp of oblique wind blowing, and a thin layer of smoke is floating in the air.
Halfway through the rain, a small red umbrella suddenly appeared at the corner, and two female students came down from the umbrella, with neat black hair, good looks and clean school uniforms. One is holding an umbrella, and the other is holding a small red flower to her mouth. They walked slowly, sometimes whispering, sometimes watching the rain on campus.
The world under the umbrella is too small to cover them, and the rain wet their hair and shoulders. This scene can't help but remind me of the poem "Apricot blossoms are wet by rain".
In the rain and fog. Two female students, a antivir and a small red flower, are so fresh and elegant, like a beautiful painting and a lyric poem. They are looking for beauty in life, and they themselves constitute beauty in life.