I have always liked rain, thinking it is an angel, and I prefer the tranquility in the rain to provide me with a lonely space. But this time, I hate it and its appearance. Because of it, it separated a pair of good friends and also separated us.
Actually, I don't know why we split up. 1 month ago, we were very close friends and never forgot to call each other for anything. I remember when we met for the first time, we felt very predestined friends. We vowed to each other: * * Let's walk through junior high school together and let our friendship shine on the road of youth. Now, I don't want to believe the oath any more, and even begin to doubt its authenticity and firmness. Love vows really won't disappear after the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. Has the friendship oath really been broken?
I clearly remember the day when I left. He called me downstairs and we met there. He still wears those ace glasses, and his clothes haven't changed much. However, he grew up a lot, and his lively face suddenly became stiff, numb and serious.
When we met, he only gave me a "hi", which was very cold. Then he took out the gift I gave him when we first met and stuffed it into my hand: "Guo, our friendship is over." Our acquaintance was a mistake. Let's break it now. I remember when we first met, it was raining like this. Now the sky is still the same. Let this long-lost rain witness our dear friend! "
"Why? Is it because I have made some new good friends? What's wrong with this? " I think he broke up with me because I ignored him because I made new friends.
"yes! You're right, everything is my fault! " He said this stiffly and ran away without giving me a chance to defend himself.
I just stood there and watched him leave. It's raining harder and harder, blocking my view, as if telling me it's time to let go.
Indeed, I haven't paid much attention to my new friend since I was with him, and even just gave him a smile when I met him. I admit, I have changed. I don't like being with him anymore, because I think we have nothing in common. We are not the same kind of people at all.
I began to scold the rain, and it was all its fault.
I sat in front of the computer, hanging QQ, OICQ's head was sometimes gray and sometimes bright, but there was no him. Why did I wait so hard? For reconciliation?
Finally, at night, he made love. I quickly apologized to him, but he still refused to make up. No matter how many good words I say, he just prevaricates me with one sentence: You see, it's raining so hard today that we are doomed to never go back. Since it witnessed our breakup, we can't make up in the rain! At this point, I really burst into tears, but I dare not, because he once said: "Men who cry easily are not boys." I have always adhered to this sentence, hoping not to be looked down upon by him and to maintain our friendship.
After a brief chat, he said eight first. He also said a word to me: "Guo, we will be just ordinary friends in the future, maybe not even ordinary friends."
I didn't answer, just looked out of the window. The rain is still falling, shining with glittering brilliance under the reflection of street lamps.
I hate rain even more. It hinders our reconciliation and makes it impossible for us to be together forever.
In the evening, I lost sleep.
The rain hasn't stopped. At this time, I began to want to kill the god who made rain. The rain covered the stars in the sky. It is said that the love of people who care about themselves will turn into a breeze and fly to the sky, and turn into a star to watch themselves. I really want to see if there is any care and love from him among the stars in the sky. However, the rain blocked my view.
I stayed up all night, and the rain stayed with me all night.
I just found out: it's raining and I can't sleep.
rain
Lightning and thunder, flowers and trees, spring, summer, autumn and winter ... these are all treasures given to us by nature. Among these treasures, I like the sound of rain best.
Spring rain is always so warm and kind. She often walks with the spring breeze. Drive away the cold in winter. Wake up the sleeping earth and hibernating animals. The earth is covered with a green coat: willows sprout, peach blossoms bloom, grass is green and tender, and birds begin to sing again. The little white rabbit is going to invite the little turtle to hold the tortoise-rabbit race again. The farmer's uncle began his busy spring ploughing production again. Sow the seeds of spring and prepare for the harvest in autumn.
The rain in summer is always so crazy. Always accompanied by this typhoon, Lei Gonggong and Dianpo are a pair. Had a big fight. The heavy rain took the couple as if to engulf the whole world. However, it is a paper tiger and looks fierce. In fact, it can't jump for days. Even so, I still hate it.
Autumn rain is a lovely key, it is cool and gentle, gently, gently, when you don't pay attention, it opens the door to autumn. Autumn rain ripens fiery sorghum, ripens lantern-like pears, ripens golden rice fields, fragrant osmanthus, golden autumn chrysanthemums, fiery roses and holy lilies. Rainbow after rain, the fragrance of fruit after rain ... I was intoxicated by this autumn rain.
The rain in winter is always so cold that it seems a bit ominous. That raindrop hits your face with the cold wind, and it hurts like a needle. After a rain, it will be ten percent cold. Maybe you will have a high fever of over 39 degrees! Snuff and sneezing together, DC three feet. Therefore, I don't like the rain in winter.
The sun chased the dark clouds and lit up the earth, and the white clouds rushed to the blue sky to play. Pushing open the window, a faint earthy fragrance came face to face, and the air was particularly fresh. The branches of willow trees were washed bright green by rain. As soon as this gust of wind blows, it shakes off some water droplets left on the leaves from time to time. The weather is better and the air is fresher after the rain. After the baptism of rain, every wild flower and every grass is so bright that even colorful butterflies can't compete with it. Coupled with the faint fog in the mountains, this dreamlike mystery led me to a colorful world.
Rain makes people cool and comfortable. I like rain.
I like rain.
I like rainy weather. Without an umbrella, I walked in the rain, sucking the fragrance of the soil in the rain and watching the hazy and silky raindrops fall from my eyes. At that moment, raindrops seemed to fall on my heart, washing away the dust covering my heart and the heart that had been polluted by noise. Whenever I walk in the rain, pedestrians with umbrellas will give me strange eyes. Their eyes seemed to ask me: Why don't you take an umbrella? I just laughed. People always spend their mediocre lives in a self-righteous state of mind. Many people think that an umbrella can keep out the rain, but they have lost the infinite beauty outside the umbrella.
Rain is also a kind of beauty. Rain is a poetic beauty. How many literati sang a wonderful poem in the rain: "Spring rain knows the season, when spring happens" is a compliment to the rain; "It's raining heavily on the sycamore trees. How can you get a sad word this time?" It is melancholy in the rain; "After the rain, the sun sets and the mountains are blue" is the heroic after the rain; Waiting for you in the rain is romance in the rain. There are beautiful spots because of the rain; It is also because of that wonderful time that the rain is more attractive. I don't know whether the rain made the eternal swan song, or whether it set off the rain.