Problem description:
It's rare except for the rainy lane, but it's beautifully written. )
Analysis:
The most touching thing is the spring rain. She is so gentle and warm, walking in the drizzle together, it is easy to fall into romance.
Nothing is more pleasant than the rain in summer. She came so suddenly and enthusiastically, washed her mind in the torrential rain, and the irritability and block in her chest were swept away.
There is nothing more chic than autumn rain. She is so elegant and relaxed. If you meditate leisurely in the misty rain, you will feel the charm of mature life.
The heaviest thing is the winter rain. She is so cold and sad. Looking back in the drumming shower will remind you of the past melancholy and the beautiful night of attachment.
I like shopping in the rain. The dense raindrops dispersed the noise, noise and desolation of the metropolis, so the narrow streets in the past suddenly became wide and long; The faint raindrops washed away the dust, filth and impurities in the street center, so everything gradually showed a bright and pure luster, greener and redder, and better looking. Handfuls of colorful umbrellas, like slim girls, adorn the streets with various customs.
I prefer traveling in the rain. The solemn green hills turned out to be charming, and the dark green water seemed so gentle. The jungle became wet and the stone steps became light. Seeing clouds in the rain is unpredictable, just like life is unpredictable; Boating in the rain for fun, far and near are hazy, and people are in poetry.
On rainy days, it is better to hide in a small building, hide in a humble room, make friends with three or five friends, or have tea to catch up, talk about the wind, talk about the legend of heroes, and talk about the absurdity of the world; Or listen to the string in the rain, Jiangnan style music theory, big strings and small strings are intentional.
The rain without friends is pleasant, sitting alone under the window listening to the rain and reading, reading poems and songs, reading good novels, such as bathing in spring rain, drinking old wine and seeing the truth. Or worried, frowning and sighing, crying for the ancients; Or beaming, long-cherished wish, get eternal friends.
I am predestined friends with the rain, because many strange ideas germinate in the rain; I am destined for rain, and many wonderful stories have changed because of my sensitive heart.
-Cao's "Rain Edge"