A little poem, 50 words, fine weather after rain.

I was called a little poet at school, and I could write a poem in ten minutes. Of course, I'm more than that.

See you at the home of twenty.

Hongzikang

When it rains at two o'clock,

Pedestrians on the roadside turned into colorful mushrooms.

Are the children looking forward to rain?

Only dry clouds are like ink.