Fujiang

That evening, when I broke up with my friend at sanqiaotou, the sky was just drizzle, walking towards home alone. Unexpectedly, a few steps later, the rain suddenly increased. Maybe because of the rain, there was no one on the long riverside, and the boundless slanting rain fell into the water freely and hung on the tree. Therefore, a wisp of light smoke rose in the water, and the treetops became blurred. Walking on the riverside is like walking into an ethereal dream. The misty rain in Fujiang River in this summer evening, cool, with a touch of moist, fondled on my body, like a woman’s gentle hand. Therefore, I slowed down and enjoyed the rare tranquility and freshness alone in the hazy and misty rain. I forget that there is a complicated world and a busy world outside my body. In such an evening, in such a misty rain, I walked alone through the rows of charming, shy and affectionate trees on the bank, it is very easy for people to pour out a nameless melancholy and loneliness from the bottom of their hearts. Thoughts and Emotions also become soft and sensitive because of the misty rain of Fujiang River. How passionate and energetic I have been for many times, strolling on the bank of the Fujiang River in the sunset, the unspeakable sadness and emptiness I experienced in the misty rain. Life is like a person walking in the misty rain. Even if you have a pair of solid wings, you will be wet in the misty rain. How many people, things and roads I have ever loved are hidden in the hazy misty rain; How many scenery I have ever passed by, souls I have held hands, the unrelieved time disappeared in the misty rain. No matter how hard you try, you cannot understand the mystery of life itself. The only possible thing is just like the hazy misty rain in front of us. No matter it is prosperous or plain, we have a sense of soberness as well as a muddle, letting it fade and blossom. ……..

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