This wind, this rain...
- Jing Yao
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It was a night that had not been seen for a long time, it was also a night that had just woken up, it was still a night that was still raining.
The wind blew the rain onto my body, and the corners of my clothes and trouser legs were all soaked and cool, especially at night like this.
The water in the moat is no longer calm. The entire river is covered with dots, densely packed with traces of rain.
The light is hidden in the leaves, flickering on and off.
There are also festive flags hanging on the street lamp poles, as well as promotional flags for the material exchange meeting . These colorful flags of various colors, on the long streets and under the bright street lights, have finally added an economic vitality to this backward township and city.
The rain and the wind blew coldly on everyone and fluttered on everyone's trousers. Those who were still running on the road were soaked by the sudden wind and rain before they had time to hold their umbrellas.
They are coming out of the factory, they are coming out of the hotel, they... on this ancient street, everyone's hurried footsteps are left behind.
There are also some people who are not in a hurry to go home. They take long and leisurely steps on the uneven stone road, staggering and looking around.
This wind and rain are not strong enough! Not violent enough! There should be a vigorous and violent storm! This backward small town needs a real, heart-rending fission. It needs bigger and more violent rain, no, a storm!
This wind and this rain are so gentle, so soft that it makes people feel enchanted. Suddenly, I have entered the feelings of a poet.
The face smeared with balm was also stained with rainwater, and the red cheeks looked particularly enchanting. Their skirts were blown up by the wind, and they also got a lot of rain.
The witty taxi driver, with his big bright eyes, spotted them from afar. Taking advantage of the rain before they got wet, he made a sharp turn and drove in front of them. They all quickly got into the taxi and left in a hurry.
The wind and the rain covered all this and blew it away.
The aroma of some powder, the aroma of meat, the elegant aroma of wine, some rich people, some people with status, some of them and a group of women... Behind all the good things, there are always some shady things hidden.
The red wine was swirling around quickly in the glass. Those greedy eyes were looking at the scantily clad women outside the wine glass like torches. They should be the kind of women who are flirtatious. The wind hit the wine glass, and the wine spilled on the smooth, white chest.
The rain is still falling under the colorful neon lights, with no intention of stopping. Whether they are tears of joy or sadness, no one cares or cares.
The wind and the rain fell into the garden of the yard, swaying the green trees and flowers, and the wandering heart of the young man, which was a bit messy.
This wind, this rain, suddenly crawled into the study, saw the soft and warm lights, and those thick books, they suddenly stopped and stopped showing their teeth.
The wind and the rain finally calmed down and softened. It can't bear to disturb the young people who are studying hard under the solitary lamp. It sincerely cares for these people who love learning and reading.
They are the hope of this city and the strongest foundation for its development.
