"Hate! I'm really unlucky at home this time!" I picked up a messenger bag hanging by my thigh and fled under the curtain of a building. It's a pity that my speed is not as fast as the rain that drops from the sky. The moment I fled to the curtain, my body was already killed.
I looked up at the passersby on the street, and saw that they were all prepared to hold an umbrella and hurried past. I'm really stupid! The beautiful sister of the weather report said that it will rain today; when I went out, I saw Cangtian's black face, so bad-looking! I didn't see this strange sky Consciousness should bring an umbrella.
Hey! I can't help but laugh at my idea.
Although passersby on the street did not speak or look at me, I always felt that their expressions were mocking my carelessness.
Seeing that the rain outside the curtain was so fierce, he barely broke out and rushed out, his clothes would be soaked. It's a cold winter day, and you can catch a cold in a wet suit!
Helplessly, I called my brother for help: "I didn't bring an umbrella, it's cold here! Come and save me! Don't worry, but be fast!" I felt a mosquito flying around me.
I stayed dumbly under the curtains, staring blankly at the streets attacked outside.
The rain of Doudou hits unobstructed places, some hit the ground water, and there are short ripples one after another; some hit the leaves of the sprinkling golden banyan, and it kept stopping. Some trembled; some hit the windshield of the car and were wiped off by the "plastic pointer" on the front of the car; some fell on the ditch and were washed away by the rapid water flow; The rope flowed to the ground like a rattle.
I quietly walked through the stormy streets, remembering a legend about rain:
"Rain is actually the crystallization of tears. When people have depression in their hearts and cannot cry, the crystals of tears will accumulate in their hearts. When the depression in their hearts exceeds the load, the crystals of tears will rise to the top of the air with the airflow and turn into rain. Comfort the injured person. Rain is a tear that cannot cry. "
If the rain is really the crystallization of tears, then this heavy rain ...
How many people's tears are contained?
Does it belong to me?
I closed my eyes, in the dark world as if to see the dim "I" that existed in the past. I matched her eyes, and in her hollow, gloomy eyes, I touched those wounded, lonely pasts, and touched the indelible scar.
A bus passed by, setting off a cold wind. This gust of wind brought me back to reality from that black space.
"Why am I thinking about those things again? I'm obviously no longer lonely, that scar has been stitched and no longer hurts. Am I a masochist?"
Hate! Hate rain!
I hate this mildew feeling, which makes me feel uneasy;
I hate the annoying sound of rain, which makes me irritable;
I hate the chills brought by the rain, reminding me of those memories I deliberately buried.
"Sister! I'm sorry, I'm late!" The younger brother gasped and ran.
"Just know! You see, the rain has stopped!" I laughed with a smile
"Yo! We're back!"
The streets shone brightly after being washed by heavy rain, faintly smelling fresh grass.
I was holding the water on the ground.
That's right! Now I'm no longer alone, and there are a lot of good friends around me who support each other in the church.
I no longer feel lonely and no longer depressed.
In its place is infinite happiness.