I opened the window and felt that the glass was really intact, but I was relieved. All I can see is the gray sky, the falling rain, and the vague outline of gray buildings in the distance. Just like my gloomy and lonely mood now.
I held up my umbrella and walked on the path.
The rain beat on the umbrella. However, this sound is like sadness and joy. Is it to leave the beautiful sky? Is it to play a sad song for the end of your life? Is it for the past of winter? I don't know. I wandered around the umbrella, watching the lonely and tired back of the dripping rain. They are abandoned babies in the sky and poor people like me. I threw away my umbrella and looked at the cruel gray sky. In an instant, raindrops, no, rain lines, shot over like late arrows. They suddenly stopped on my body, just like an arrow that suddenly hit the target, through clothes, through the skin, into the blood, into my heart, melt my heart.
The trees on the roadside are still dry, reminiscent of the dry hands of the weather-beaten old man. It wants to embrace the rain blown away by the strong wind. The grass is still yellowish, drinking precious rain. I can hear their cheerful voices, and they all laugh.
I can't laugh at all.
Egged on by the wind, the rain weaves intensively and hastily, weaving curtains and nets, trapping me and ravaging the remnants of my winter. The rain soaked me through. Clothes cling to me tightly, which makes me feel bad. The rain that melted into my heart made my heart cold. Rainwater flows into your mouth, sour? Bitter?
"No, it's not spring!" I cried hysterically in my heart. However, there was no response, only the sound of rain and wind, which was the arrogant smile of the devil. Spring should be sunny, birds and flowers; Spring should be like a dime a dozen, full of green rain.
The wind roared away even more brazenly. I can't help shivering.
"Damn wind", but this curse was quickly blown away by the wind and diluted by rain.
I cringed in the cold wind and rain. Inexplicable loneliness, helplessness, disappointment ... suddenly flooded my heart and flooded every corner of my body, so I had to go back to my house alone.
I forgot to close the window, so I stepped forward. Inadvertently, the corner of my eye has a hint of green. Oh! This is a willow tree. It put on new clothes. Is it really cut by the spring breeze? It's taking a bath! I looked, but I was surprised to find that the grass was green!
It turns out that spring has really come. This rain is spring rain; This wind is also a spring breeze!
The spring rain poured into my mouth again. Well, it's so sweet! It is full of energy and hope! I seem to taste the fragrance of grass, flowers and earth ... and the "tick" sound of raindrops hitting the glass is the most beautiful music in the world!