Toes are spinning with transparent rain flowers.
Handfuls of umbrellas wandered in the long rainy lane.
Big, small, red and black.
But none of them belong to me.
The rain hit my face crazily.
Or did the tears flood the whole town?
Ha, rain or tears.
Just as bitter
I fly in the rain and tears.
Try to open your big wet hands.
Although I know no one has stopped.
And nobody appreciates it.
The rain is too heavy.
Blurred the falling sunshine.
But what can stop the sun?
It penetrates layers of clouds.
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I asked myself:
You are immersed in the rain, infatuated.
It will be very sad. It crashed into pieces.
Or will you admire its colorful brilliance reflected in the sun?
I dance in the rain, dance
Tiptoes stand on tiptoe, spinning transparent rain flowers.
Sunshine will not disappear because of heavy rain.
The tearful face is still bright.
Who says tears must be sad?
I can't stop crying, but I can still laugh.
Qian Jingying, Class 804, Hangzhou Dacheng Experimental School