Rain

In the rainy season, it was wet everywhere. The walkways, floors, and the clothes and towels all gave off a damp smell everywhere, and even the heart was cool. This kind of dull breath doesn’t suit me. The skeleton is like a broken frame. The nerve seems to be torn and split. The chest is so stuffy that I can’t breathe. But at this time, there is also an inexplicable restlessness. The rain came vigorously, no matter day or night, it continued for a day and night. The city was already: the land became shallow sea, and the road became vast. At this time of every year, there will be floods, whether the sewers in the city come or not to drain water or not, and there will be backward irrigation, which will cause many people to enter the water and many roads to be flooded. Last night, I saw some little guys with water cannons in their hands fighting in the square of the community. On weekdays, this is a place for fitness and leisure, but now it has become a natural swimming pool. No wonder the little guys seize the opportunity to indulge themselves and enjoy themselves? I remembered that when I was young, it was also this kind of weather, and it was also on this rainy day, I went to the river with some friends carrying adults to watch the flood and enjoy myself. We stepped on the knee-high water, running and splashing, very happy. But now I have no idea where this mood is going. In these two days, TV and WeChat also reported flooding. Those buildings all became ships berthed in harbors; Those vehicles, either swimming in the Yangtze River or riding wind and waves in the Yellow River; And the traffic lights at the crossroads all became navigation lights; in particular, every family on the whole Old Street was soaked in water all at once; Especially those historical relics that were protected were not spared to be killed. Watch really pain. Fortunately, I didn’t go out. I stayed at home, listening to the wind and rain outside the window, the erosion of the rainstorm, and the yearning from distant memories. This rainy season is really annoying. The rain stopped for a while last night, so I went downstairs to get some air. I saw a mess everywhere, and there were traces washed by the rain everywhere: leaves were scattered, sewage overflowed, mixed with scattered garbage, eyeful is Remnants. Seeing such appearance, my heart felt faint pain, which would hurt the cleaning workers again. I am leaving in June. It’s so fast that I can’t accept it. I had expected the joy of June, but because of the rain, I had to portray your appearance in the hazy, so vague and so far away. In last June, I told you: I don’t expect any more, I don’t whisper any more, I’m afraid that beautiful words will wet the cinnabar between my eyebrows, and I’m afraid that my long hair will splash down a pillow of flowers. But now, a whole year has passed, the muscles and veins are still involved, and the mood is still entangled by pain. In June, I really walked too fast. I walked so unsatisfied that I felt very uncomfortable. The doctor agreed that I could recover in a year and a half at most, but now a year has passed, but I still haven’t seen a complete improvement. I feel really uncomfortable. I know that some things are not good if they are good, and some things are not good if they are put down. Just like this rain, it withered and fell Red, but it could not wipe away the beauty of the past. The thing engraved in the deep memory still refused to leave. Close your heart, put the pain aside, lean against a corner of the window, thinking a lot. Look at the lines in the palm, how many are you and how many are me. Looking back on the past, a sense of coolness is breeding around the body, lingering with the rain for a moment. June is going to pass, but the rainy season has not gone away yet, but the smoke is still around the window. I look far away and put my heart in the rain. I hope that in the rain, I can write down poetic feelings, sort out the scattered frustration, clean up the incomplete tones, and completely graffiti and forget.

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