The bookstore writes poems in rainy days.

Rainy day bookstore writes poems as follows:

1. In the bookstore in the rain, words splash like raindrops. Ink is diffuse, paper is wet, fingertips touch, and emotions precipitate. On the bookshelf, thousands of good books, quietly listening to the rain. Every page has stories and plots, waiting for the favor of those suitors.

It's raining outside the window, swallows are flying and their wings are wet. Singing in a low voice, skipping the line, with the sound of rain, flicking the pages. People in the bookstore are reading leisurely, words are intertwined, and their hearts are surging. Lost in the sea of books, escape from the noise of reality.

3, raindrops jump, adding thoughts, the time in the bookstore seems to stop in the bookstore. In this bookstore in the rain, write down your heart and flow words.

4. In the bookstore on rainy days, flowers are in full bloom in the rain curtain, raindrops are patting the windows, and the books on the shelves exude the temptation of ink and water.

Rain washed away the dust in the city, giving the library a quiet layout, sitting quietly in the corner, feeling the power of words and dancing with the wind.

Bookstores breathe the breath of knowledge, and every book is inspired by the soul. From ancient times to modern times, from classics to fashion, every page contains the mystery of wisdom.

Here, time seems to have stopped. With the company of books, enjoy a moment of peace, forget the complicated world, forget the traces of troubles, and let your thoughts gallop freely in the chapter.

One day, I met such a bookstore: a bookstore that always rains. Really, you became a tadpole, swimming in the words that were wet by the rain. Mom called me from far away-Xiao Mo, where did you go swimming? Hey, why are all the same tadpoles around?

If it keeps raining and swimming, will it become a frog? Mom will become a river? Lotus leaves will become umbrellas? What will the stars in the sky become when they fall? Mom said: It is really the most problematic tadpole. In this bookstore that has been raining, swim and swim. Sad stories are sad raindrops.