It's raining, mixed with a brief starlight. On the dark blue rubble and the thick grass, there is a thin layer of fog, which feels like raised dust. I don't know whether it's morning or night for a while, but I really don't have to worry about the arrival of the night, otherwise I don't believe it's getting dark so fast.
I like to walk in the rain, especially with the murmur of Buddha's voice, as if I were beating my back, and as if I had taken Ni somewhere. Of course, it is even better to add dusk, drums and the swaying of the morning bell. Although I couldn't come, I was absent-minded and briefly forgot heaven and earth. Wandering in the rain lane, I saw a drifting umbrella in the drifting, but the drifting umbrella covered the girl's face. Although the rain was light, it awakened frogs and Shan Ye's dream of hibernation. Frogs kept trembling, and Shan Ye became more and more plump. The rustling rain is like a hoarse girl, even though she has thousands of feelings, she has nowhere to talk. Everything in the rain is like a pig in the mud, sometimes full of energy and sometimes lying in silence. Looking up at the treetops, the new leaves are green and transparent. It turns out that they have the priority to choose nutrition, and those who died unfortunately on the ground were once their spoils. The nearby buttonwood trees are full of flowers, round like fireworks in the Lantern Festival, occupying almost half of the field of vision.
At this time, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the trees are driven aside, showing a bright and uneven side. Needless to say, this is a sign before the rainstorm. The wind clings to the tree crown like a knife, and scattered leaves and scraps of paper float rapidly. Pedestrians can really feel the weight of the wind, and people are really insignificant in front of nature. The wind rested for a while, and the pouring rain poured out again, overwhelming and ringing. Looking along the sound, some water mist was cut off in the middle, while others were very thick, and soon a python-shaped ditch appeared on the ground. The wind bites in through the window, and you can feel cold just by listening to the sound, but the small room is another world. Sweet tea, soft bed, and a few idle books at hand make the outside noisy. What a world this is.
The light rain is pleasant, the heavy rain is suitable, and there are dry Kun in the rain.