After the rain
Author: Xi Murong
Life can also be a poem.
If you can let me move on slowly
Quietly looking forward to finding
The dusk in my arms is getting deeper and deeper.
Through the unknown mud
In the dark clouds
Finally shed tears for everyone
Missed or not missed encounters
In fact, life can always be a poem in the end.
After the rainstorm
My mind will be cleaner.
If you are willing to wait
All the floating clouds
Eventually, it will all flow into a river.
Write it yourself:
grass
Spring grass is allowed to rain,
Summer grass is not afraid of heat,
Autumn grass is blown by the wind,
The grass in winter is cold or not warm,
Grass,
Grow up,
Whether it's windy or rainy,
Just ask the whole world to be green.