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I think I am like this kind of rain, the meticulous tranquility, and the sparse street lamps always frown the faces of those boys and girls. The main reason is that it is not cold, and the rain has a gentle temper. I just stood on the balcony, looking at those lovely trees with plump branches and leaves. I think there will be drops of water on their tip, which will get bigger and bigger, and then slipped. Then another drop slips down, like human tears. And our mood must put down something else when we put something in. We live and work hard. We come to the world only for self-redemption and better life. Yes, it’s raining outside. Rain is philanthropic, not as selfish as snow seems, regardless of latitude and season. So there will be a lot of people who love it silently. The rain seems a little heavy. I can hear its deep breath. The girl under the umbrella is still wet by the rain carried by the wind, the rain drops began to flow under the neck along the hair when it was loose on the shoulders. The trouser legs were wet, and the girl’s beautiful shank was patted desperately. It turned out that there was a kind of beauty that could be so embarrassing. Just walk away from my eyes and disappear. And I just want to be quiet. By the way, I also want to have a beautiful encounter in early summer with my Fox friends or dog friends. Look at those arrogant French sycamore trees and those full branches and leaves, just say good night. I can fall asleep. Some people do not have the wings of human beings, so they cannot fly high. Even if they do, they may be wet. Everyone’s history and the life which is about to be eroded by time seem to be so far away. The difference is that the former has pain while the latter has pain. The same is that it rains in four seasons of life, either sour or sweet or bitter or spicy. It was raining and people were afraid of loneliness. Do not hesitate to do the third person, decorate our already and undone. So don’t you think some memories are wet? Rain Oh, it’s a pity that I can’t dream with you. Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. I just have a rest. Good night! [Responsible editor: yi er]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…