When it rains, you say that angels bow their heads in tears.
Drifting rain, elves flapping their wings and flying to the horizon,
Sow the seeds of the rainbow and let her bloom in the sunshine after the rain.
It rained and wet a peach garden.
There is a faint pink color like splashing ink, and the stone steps are washed intermittently.
Dandelion's snow-white flowers are loaded with rain beads, swaying and showing off the crown on their heads.
The rain is drifting and oblique.
Sprinkle on the eaves, giving the world a hazy rain curtain.
Watch it fall to the ground, then turn into a small rain bead and splash out.
Swallows spread their black skirts and glided by in the drizzle.
It rained and landed on the window.
Condensed a faint mist, hanging a faint miss.
The elves picked up the rain beads and returned to the distance, remember?
The easiest place to go is far away, and the hardest place to go back is home.
2. After the rain
The green treetops are shining with golden light, and the square has become an ocean!
A group of barefoot children are as happy as immortals in the water.
I stepped on the water hard, and the splash was high.
He shouted: "Sister, be careful, slip!" Said he slipped!
He patted his wet mud trousers and said, "Shit-shit!"
But his red, beaming face exudes excitement and pride.
My little sister pursed two short pigtails and followed her muddy trousers closely.
She bit her lip and lifted her skirt.
Run gently and carefully, but hope for yourself in my heart.
What a beautiful fall!
Step 3 after the rain
Life can actually be a poem, if you can let me move on slowly.
Quietly looking forward to looking for it, accompanied by the deepening dusk.
Through unknown mud, in dark clouds.
Finally, I shed tears for everyone, missed or not missed encounters.
In fact, life can always be a poem in the end, after a rainstorm.
If you wait, my heart will be cleaner.
All the floating clouds will eventually merge into a river.
4. After the rain
At dusk after the rain, the sky was as quiet as a shawl on the shoulders of a praying woman.
The blue meaning of the leaves is the flowing sea, where the tired body bathes.
We sheltered from the rain under the locust tree and sat watching the clouds after the rain.
Watch the evening end, watch the night March, and watch the first star flash from the forest.
What is a sleeping time, with imaginary sadness.
What often flies away from the years, and what flies away quietly.
We are holding hands, our hearts are leaning against our hearts, and the stream is listening to us quietly.
When a frog jumps on the grass, I seem to see the earth blinking.
5. After the rain
The universe after the rain, like a conscience washed by tears, is silent.
There are silver waves on the sea, smoke clouds in the sky, Aomori in Matsubara!
On the flat shore, fishing boats line up,
Nobody left! There are two Three Lamps District,
Shining on a distant island-a new star?