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[Introduction] walking through a forest, the fragrance blew on my face, and the spring flowers exude the breath of spring in the rain. Like Huaqing hot spring bathing tang mei ren, Magnolia to be outdone, such as water hibiscus slim. Looking at the gloomy sky outside the window, the light raindrops fell on the glass window, blooming glittering and translucent water. Close the thick novel. A little tired, suddenly want to take a walk in the rain. Walking out of the House, the fresh air blowing on my face is refreshing to my heart. It rained heavily and slanted in the sky. I didn’t want to open the umbrella, but just wanted to enjoy the quiet in the rain slowly. It was early spring and a little cold. I tightened my clothes. The raindrops jumped into my eyes lightly, spinning in the air briskly, as if they were a girl jumping ballet. The clear water drops sparkled like diamonds, hanging on the branches along the road. The willow branches on both sides of the road bent down shyly, hugged the wind gently and danced a deep waltz. Tender willow buds were telling affectionately in the rain, swaying through a vegetable field, with water leeks, garlic sprouts stretching out, and the plump rape talking affectionately with the rain; I heard the whispers of the Earth. Walking across the square, the tinkling rain beat the square bricks. My mood at this moment was like the arranged square bricks stretching forward one by one. Back to my childhood, the jumping little girl was playing the game of hopscotch, and suddenly she disappeared. The past like smoke blew like wind and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, the ignorant mood also slowly fell with the rain. At the corner of the street, there was a woman standing against the wall. Her eyes looked at the distance dullly. The cold wind blew her long scarf, and the bright red scarf was flying in the wind. The woman with a wandering expression was waiting between her eyebrows, and she was infatuated in her eyes. Walking through a forest, the fragrance blew on my face, and the spring flowers gave off the breath of spring in the rain. Like Huaqing hot spring bathing tang mei ren, Magnolia to be outdone, such as water hibiscus slim. I came gently, just as I walked gently. Women under the big wall, winter jasmine and Magnolia in the rain, who are you obsessed? Broken heart who? Rainy days are romantic sentiment and intoxicating movement in the eyes of poets. Rainy days are warm memories and indelible traces in the eyes of lovers. Rainy days in the eyes of painters are indelible paintings in the bottom of our hearts, depicting the most beautiful artistic conception. Rainy days in our hearts are comforts that nourish the deep hearts. It is also a wonderful place to release emotions. Rain comes gently, just as rain goes gently. Everything goes away with the sound of rain. The rhythm of the light rain is like a bosom friend in our heart, gently comforting the injured heart. My mood is always fluttering with the raindrops, just like the clouds flickering in the sky. I like to ponder in the rain. That is a complex that cannot be achieved. That is the endless emotion in the rain, with heavy eyes passing through the rain Lane and using the light purple umbrella, we hold up the spring together. Like (prose editor: Yue ran) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…