Spring rain is precious to life. I waited for a winter dream, endured hunger and thirst for a long time, and longed for a sip of nectar.
Constant street, most people come and go. Above it, dark clouds, which can be said to be pale ink clouds at the moment, are messengers who take away a better future? Into people's heads. We only think about the expression of the people behind us and the pace of the people in front of us. We don't want to bow our heads and pretend to be indifferent but the most real expression, and we dare not lift our heavy head again. This is also destined to be an unexpected spring rain.
Walking in a hurried street, you come and go in a hurry, but the rain can still reach everyone. This group of strangers has not recovered, the raindrops no longer converge, and the dense rain touches everything in the way of Wen Ya. Just like a glass of water diluted the original fragrance. At this moment, the glory accumulated all winter is silent, and everyone seems to care because the source of pride has been extinguished. These needles and threads will melt as soon as they touch the ground. It is difficult for us to capture their real bodies, but these lingering figures are enough to make people feel disgusted.
But gradually, I saw: the barren land is less populated under the cover of rain, wild flowers are smiling comfortably, and rainy days without sparrows are also pleasant; Earthworms come out of the hole, and they don't have to wrap themselves in dry soil in rainy days, so they are free. Man's selfishness stops at inflation. People who drink in restaurants will also reflect on how far they can go in the future. Those who drink tea and talk about customs on the coffee table will also doubt whether their luck can dominate their careers; Those who are immersed in their studies by the window are also wondering how long carelessness can last. Can we be more brilliant? Can you still muddle along?
It's been a while since the beginning, and the dark clouds have drifted away with the wind to purify people's hearts in another land, leaving us only reverie, or changing what we know, or knowing what we don't know.
Flowers bloom at night and petals wither during the day; Those who strive for the future will be promoted one day. Residual rain hits the residual eaves, and two or three drops penetrate into the solid house. I don't like wandering in the street.
Leaning on a slightly wet bench on the side of the road, watching the water droplets splashing at the foot of the crowd, how much can be clear.