Rain

When the rain was too big and too small, it pattered for a day. In the evening, I walked alone in the lonely rain lane with an umbrella. The rain flied with the wind, and the thin spring rain fell on my face and body, feeling a little cool at once. The hot and dry mood gradually came to calm down, so he simply put away the umbrella and let the drizzle flow freely, washing away the fickleness in his heart. When I was young, I didn’t like rain, but always like snow. I don’t like the moisture of rain, and I always desire the happiness of snow. When I grow up, I always like to appreciate the persistence and magnanimity of rain in front of the window, her fresh and graceful tenderness as fine as ox hair, and her unyielding spirit of falling from the sky and flowing into a river! I prefer the feeling of strolling in the rain, letting my thoughts sail with the rain and fog, letting the cold rain beat my hot heart! No need to say anything, no need to say anything. Let the soft light at night lengthen the lonely figure in the rain and fog, and let the moving mood merge with the beating of the rain beads. Walking through the alley and coming to the road, I saw the colorful neon shining on the rain curtain. The whistle of the car covered the low narration of the rain. The hurried pedestrians hurried in the rain and had no time to appreciate the tenderness of the rain, many shops were more leisurely because of the rain. Many people talked with the cool rain and fog in front of the door …… unconsciously came to the square, which was baptized by the rain, bright and clean under the reflection of the colorful lights at night. No matter marble steps or white lampposts, they all add a little luxury to the world of rain, not to mention the beauty of those dense vegetation washed by rain. When there is no rain, the crowds enjoying the cool make the square crowded, and hot and dry, lively or soft dance music fills every corner of the square. But at this moment, in the world of rain, all the noise and complexity are invisible, and there are only whispers of flowers. The long-lost reunion of rain may have already intoxicated them! Gradually, the rain grew thick, and the square also burst into beautiful umbrella flowers, which were so poetic under the swaying light. I stood on the large square for a long time, stretching out my hand to touch the coolness of the rain. At this moment, I really want to turn into glittering and translucent water falling from the sky, flowing gently along the water, without worry or worry, returning home poetic, casual and heavenly. I turned around the street and passed by the shop opened by my old friend. Seeing that her husband and wife were playing chess, they went forward to watch the game. I saw white and black dots on the chessboard. You attack me and defend me. They are comparable. People said that watching chess was silent. At the beginning, I just watched the battle. At last, I saw that they were both in a tie. It was really tough. So I fought with my old friends. At the beginning, they always looked for the key points of each other, but they blocked the key points at first sight. Although the defense was proper, they were not as bright as possible. Later, looking at the full set of chess pieces, we decided to give up the entanglement and stretch outward, but the result was an unexpected victory. After playing the chess, we felt suddenly enlightened. Yes, life is just like chess! Everyone in life will encounter some troubles and setbacks. If you always struggle with them and can’t get out of them, then you will never walk out of the strange circle set in the chess game of life, and your troubles will never decrease. And once you open your heart, change your mind and look at the problem from a different perspective, you may also have a bright future! The rain is still falling, the road is still going to go, holding an umbrella of drizzle, holding up a persistence and persistence…… Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring

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