Rain

Under that umbrella, we have the best time. — Note It was night, everything was asleep, and I went to the roof alone. The stars in the night sky bear your most beautiful face. Under that sea of stars, some of the past came to mind. In winter, the dazzling sunshine on the body is also cold, without a trace of temperature. Today, we are going to take a bus to visit the water plant, but you are carsick. Everyone advised you not to go, but you just have to lift your head and hold your neck. I watched you cover your mouth in the car. I feel distressed when I look at you in pain. After getting off the bus, you look weak. I want to give you a strong shoulder. But my cowardice, looking at your headrest on someone else’s shoulder, my heart broke. In summer, the hot wind keeps blowing. Today we are going for an outing. I happened to walk with her. The rain was slender that day, and I held an umbrella for her. The road was wet and difficult to walk. She walked very slowly, and I also walked very slowly. I summoned up my courage and held out my hand. It took her a long time to hold it. At this time, there was a faint aroma of Camellia around. She and I walked slowly, almost everywhere. At that time, I suddenly hugged her tightly. For a long time, she held out her hand and hugged me slowly. Her head leaned gently on my shoulder. For several months, she kept looking for me, but I was weak. I didn’t know what to talk about with her. In this way, not surprisingly, a few days later, under her umbrella, there was an extra strange man. Because of cowardice, you and others have been fulfilled. Because of my cowardice, you and I have a stranger under my umbrella. I turned around and went straight ahead. This time, I didn’t look back. The rain hit me mercilessly. Maybe there should be no umbrella for that rain. But even so, in my opinion, her back still has a faint aroma of Camellia. Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…