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I went home at six o’clock, and it happened to be when the rain was heavy. Standing beside the bus stop, waiting for the bus. Before that, I just had a phone call with my friend and joked that today I can finally spend one yuan to go home by bus. When waiting for the bus, occasionally a gust of cold wind blew, which made people unable to help taking a breath. The temperature which had just risen a few days ago suddenly dropped down. The winter clothes which had been put aside for two days were put on again before being washed and put into the cabinet. The bus finally arrived at the station surrounded by a group of cars. The speed of getting on the bus was a little more urgent and awkward than usual. Put away the umbrellas, it took a few seconds to cross the car, but it was still not alert that the falling raindrops smashed a lot. Although there were many people standing in the car, it was not crowded either. Just in some closed environment, the moisture in rainy days makes people feel more obvious. It is filled with air, but the car is more crowded than usual peak hours. The window was covered with fog because of the temperature difference between inside and outside, and was marked with Unstraight marks from top to bottom by drops of water, feeling fragmented and scarred. I suddenly remembered a hot summer night in high school, near a pouring rain, the air was filled with hot flashes. I sat in front of the desk and wrote down my diary: it seems that the air can be wrung out with a hand. This description is a little exaggerated for the weather that has just crossed the dry winter. But with the shaking of the car body, the moisture seemed to shake, making my heart feel wet just like the water drops sliding down on the car window. I don’t like the feeling of being wet, especially in rainy days. It should be the growth of my age that made my habits more restrained. I also saw two boys with umbrellas stepping into the puddle on purpose. I didn’t know if I was the same as them when I was young, the unbridled feeling the most intuitive and striking feeling given to them by rainy days. But now, I shook my head. I still remember that when I was in high school, I also rode home in a sudden heavy rain after self-study, but I was still thoroughly drenched from inside to outside. I think, at least I had a real rainy day experience, even though I was really embarrassed at that time. Even if just a rain, It can also be seen that now I lack the courage and courage to get wet in the rain a few years ago. After all, I was young at that time. The bus stops and goes, and the crowd keeps going up and down. Almost everyone was holding an umbrella with different colors. I remembered a story about umbrellas in primary school, which was also a heavy rain. I walked out of the school gate after school because a large number of umbrellas were propped up, it makes the already crowded school gate even more irrelevant. So I went to my sister’s house not far from school and waited for my father to pick me up. Soon, my brother rode his father’s motorcycle to my sister’s house wearing a raincoat and said that he hadn’t seen my shadow after waiting for me for a long time. My sister smiled and said why didn’t you look at the umbrella I held, so it was easier to find. At that time, because most of the umbrellas at home were gift umbrellas of golden dragon fish, and the umbrella cover was yellow, with three words of big golden dragon fish written on it. I thought there were always few umbrellas like this, but my brother said that even the golden dragon fish was crazy. In fact, it is not interesting, but I still feel a little funny when I think of the scene at that time for so many years. Another story about my brother and rainy day was in junior high school. Ordinarily, I should have learned a lot at that time, but before high school, I seemed a little silly, once I went home after school in a light rain, my brother casually said that mushrooms would grow out of my hair after the rain. At that time, I retorted that it wouldn’t be like that, but I muttered in my heart. When my mother was having dinner for me, she still couldn’t help asking. Now I think about it, at that time I was so pure that I could wrap myself around with one word. But what everyone misses may be the one who was always stupid at that time. But the story of umbrella is not over yet. Before going to college, my sister gave me a sun umbrella, The purple umbrella cover still glitter in the sun, and I don’t know what pattern pattern is also very delicate. An umbrella can be used in both sunny and rainy days. On a rainy day, my roommates saw me holding an umbrella and said that the sun umbrella would not work when it rained. I am a little psychological obtrusive to keep objects, I can struggle for a long time with a little flaw in my heart, just because this matter has been searched on Baidu for many times. Until I went home on holiday and went out with my friends, I looked at my friend’s sun umbrella and asked the same question. My friend said casually, “whatever. After saying that, we all laughed. Maybe the exquisite life will make our life more orderly. Even an umbrella should draw the boundary between sunny day and rainy day. However, whatever it is, it is just like a child playing with water. When he grows up, he may shout on Weibo space that he will wet his new shoes on rainy days. In the future, our life may gradually become exquisite and exquisite. But young, it is a little rough. Finally, he stumbled back home. When he was eating steamed stuffed buns on the sofa with bowl and chopsticks in his hand, he heard a long bang. After listening carefully, it turned out to be the first spring thunder. I was always afraid of the cold, and I began to look forward to spring in late autumn. When the Qingming Festival was approaching, a burst of tidal rain brought spring to me in this way. Farewell to winter snow, it will be unexpected and logical rainy days coming in the coming seasons. Coincidentally, the story of rainy day and I just ended, and the new story was also beginning in a hurry. A Xun Zan (prose editor: Ink drops into wounds) the snow in spring

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