World Poetry Edition in Rain

On rainy days, I like to walk alone in the rain. Without an umbrella, I walk slowly, listening, watching and thinking, and let the drizzle surround me tightly. Thin raindrops like flying flocs, like snowflakes, quietly floated down and fell on my hair, face and clothes, like a small diamond filled my whole body. A heartfelt joy rises from the bottom of my heart and gradually fills my whole body. I feel like an elf in a rainy world, wanting to sing loudly and dance happily.

The world in the rain is completely different from usual. Everything around it has become foggy. Without the clarity of the past, it has become more mysterious and lovely. The mountains in the distance are shrouded in clouds, like an elaborate ink landscape painting; The nearby trees are covered with water drops, like pure and beautiful girls; Roads and buildings are also washed away by dust, making them clean and tidy. The air in the rain is particularly fresh, which makes people linger back and forth and linger.

Walking in this drizzly world, temporarily forgetting everything around you, not thinking about the troubles in study or the trivialities in life, just immersed in the thoughts brought by drizzle, that feeling is really good.

I like this endless drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River. It is not as ruthless as a rainstorm, nor as moody as a thunderstorm, nor as violent as a typhoon. It is more like a gentle and lovely angel.

It rains in Mao Mao everywhere. Some pedestrians on the road are holding umbrellas and some are wearing raincoats. They are rushing to leave Mao Mao as soon as possible. No one pays attention to the amorous feelings and attachment of drizzle, and no one feels the care and miss of drizzle. I can't help feeling a little sorry: why hasn't anyone tasted the rain?

I love the drizzle, and I love the drizzle in Jiangnan more. Such as rain, fog, poetry and painting, make people nostalgic and imaginative.