The heavy rain has struggled for too long and finally falls, and the heat will subside a lot. The heart is like an old motor, shaking violently from the top of the head to the toes. I walked silently on the road covered with Shi Zhuan, and the street lamp lit up the thin raindrops quietly and landed on me gently, as if not to disturb a sad passerby. The wind is accompanied by drizzle, and my thoughts are slowly drifting away with the raindrops.

When the soul is tired, it needs the baptism of wind and rain. Sunlight can light up a lost heart. Similarly, wisdom and open-mindedness can make raindrops become poems.

I walked in the rain, listening to the natural music, and the autumn wind and rain struck my heartstrings, which made me meet Li Qingzhao's Xiao Suo, "The phoenix tree is raining, and the twilight is about to drip"; When the university covers the vast territory of the Central Plains, walking in the wind and rain, raindrops beat the farmer's tiles, and finally condensed into a series of ice ridges, reminiscent of the melancholy pipa sound heard by Jiangtou, Sima Xunyang, Jiangzhou. When spring returns to the earth, birds and flowers are singing, walking in the wind and rain, and feeling the meaning of Du Fu's "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently", I realized that the sound of nature turned out to be a great voice.

When we walk in the rain, in the lush summer, raindrops clear the pool, how can we appreciate the beauty of waltz in nature? I think it is precisely because of the twists and turns of life that the symphony of fate is so wonderful and moving.

I walked in the wind and rain, listening to the dreamlike realm. Spring curtain call season, I walk in the wind and rain. Seeing red flowers everywhere, I think of Liu Changqing's poem "You can't see the rain and wet clothes, but you can't hear the idle flowers falling to the ground" in the Tang Dynasty. So I realized that seeing and hearing doesn't mean doing nothing. This is an indifferent lifestyle. When I think of "Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei", I feel an unknown silence. I realized the comfort of a person in the misty rain and wind.

Walking in the rainy season of life, I realize every day that as long as there is a poetic heart, it can be full of poetry even if it is bitter.

It was a rainy day in the flower season. A girl is wearing a long white dress, holding a flower umbrella and a yellow scroll, wandering in a willow dream or walking in other people's stories.

It was a rainy day in the flower season, and a teenager stood under the birch tree for a long time with his short hair shaking. Look gloomy. I don't know if he has the secret of youth, but his actions and manners must have touched him.

Walking in the rain is like playing in the rain; Walking in the wind and rain is like flying in the clear sky; Walking in the wind and rain is like sweet words from a mandarin duck in a lake; Walking in the wind and rain is like a butterfly floating in the flowers, pulling your feelings.

Walking alone in the wind and rain. Crying in the wind and rain, who knows? The wind has passed and the rain has passed, which is not the fault of tears. Blame yourself.

In the storm, I can feel that the heart that is about to break is broken with the tragic raindrops in the wind and rain, and it is deeply deepened in the wind and rain, and that melancholy is stronger! I feel it more deeply. Sometimes I wish she could come more violently. It would be great if it thundered.

Walking in the wind and rain makes me calm and elegant. Step on those splashes at will in the wind and rain. Take a blue umbrella in the wind and rain.