And it may not fall on anyone, and pedestrians on the road are holding umbrellas; Most of the people you meet in the car are strangers, and the affectionate eyes are not necessarily for whom. Wet peach blossoms are the color of rouge.
Water drops hit the glass window obliquely, and the rainy days in the south of the Yangtze River belong to lovers.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone. Wandering for a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long.
Like lilacs drifting in a dream, this girl drifted by me. She walked silently, far away, on the dilapidated fence and through the rain lane.
The light rain rustled, watering the seedlings and watering the hope.
The light rain rustled underground, and I looked up. Where is the hometown of rain?
It's drizzling underground, dedicated and dedicated, how can we not let people shed tears of gratitude?
The wind is always apologetic, and the thunder is always merciless. While I was still on my way home, the clouds began to splash.
At first, I didn't care about those little things. Later, it was so dense that I didn't escape.
God, I don't have an umbrella. In my hurry, I bumped into your arms. Since then, I have walked into the wind and rain all my life.
The green lake smells fragrant, and the thin rain drops slowly into the water, causing ripples. The wind is blowing the sunset, with a hint of purples.
Lotus movement, leaves generate waves, raindrops, pool songs, Yu He accompanied by the sunset, once the autumn water waves.
It rained in the city yesterday. From morning till night, from east to west, the continuous rain is chilling?
Sprinkle, but knot, as complicated as cloves.
When the storm came, lightning flashed across the sky. Rain is tears, tears are rain. The raging river swelled and flooded the surface of the city.