The rain in a small town is not like rain, but like spring water, and is drunk.
The clouds gathered all over the sky, and occasionally white light sprinkled from the gap, like the sun igniting the flashlight, making the mountain bright. I made a cup of flower tea, and through the white mist of the rosy rosy, I saw a few small water flowers blooming on the window, and I felt it was going to rain. The wind blows and the clouds move, and the light and darkness are upside down, which makes people unable to distinguish between day and night.
The window gradually darkened, and the coolness penetrated through the gap. I vaguely heard the sound of the chicken crowing and the dog barking. The grandma below the building was busy collecting her bottles and jars. The sound of the plastic collision was dull and stupid. The gray and black started from a corner of the sky, and in a short while the entire sky was spread out, so tight that it was impossible to see any light. The whimper of the god melted into the wind, making the willows sad, dancing in panic on their tender branches, dizzying bright green.
It was getting more and more cloudy on the day. The drizzling rain had already let go of its hands and feet and fell in a diagonal manner. The tree crown with light peach and apricot powder is even more lovely. It adds a layer of texture that cannot be ignored. It can be noticed from afar and is amazed at the beauty of the tree so beautiful.
The tea in my hand shows honey color. I took a sip and the fragrance of roses was filled with the fragrance of roses. The distant mountains slowly rose and fog rose, so the mountains gathered all over the country, rushed down the mountain, surrounding large areas of low fences, crossing several highways across it, and climbing towards the tall buildings here. It's really a big deal. In a trance, only a faint outline remained in the distant mountains, and the top of the mountain was faintly red. It was probably the sunset that made its last struggle before nightfall through the clouds.
always feels that time is staggering, and I sit in this gap, watching a mountain in the clouds, the moon rises and the mist, and the sky goes with the water. Suddenly, I couldn’t remember any worries, the pressure of the exam, and the loss. I saw a pile of smoke and jade in front of me, and the dream was pouring water.
completely dark for 1 day, and the ink is as thick as it is. The rain slowly stopped, the fog slowly dissipated, and when the window opened, the freshness of the soil mixed with the grass came. The bright moon perched lightly on the willows, sleeping alone in the slightly drunken evening breeze. I don’t want to turn on the lights, so I let the moonlight intoxicate in the house, cleansing every loneliness in my heart.
There are still a few white flowers left in the tea cup , lazily sticking it on the bottom of the cup
I poured the moonlight, and a pool of spring water in my eyes, which was also covered with vast smoke. Outside the window, the distant mountains are clear and bright.
