Composition of beggars carrying bricks in rainy days

I was still stretching in bed in the morning, and I vaguely heard the sound of "pattering" from the window. I think it must be raining.

Sure enough, there is gentle rain outside the window, like ox hair, like a flower needle, and the drizzle is like silk, crisscrossing into a "tulle". Raindrops float on the roof, trees and the ground, clearing away the dust and troubles accumulated in the heart for many years. Pearl raindrops rolled on the petals, as if the rain girl had given them jewels. Raindrops "crackle" on the window, like glittering and translucent "pearls" dotted the window. On the way, people hurried home with colorful umbrellas, and the coming and going vehicles splashed all over the pedestrians.

People in rainy days are inevitably upset and feel overwhelmed by something, dull and sultry. When they opened their eyes, they were still gray, without any white, pure black, like thick ink splashed on the horizon, without any auxiliary color. They looked down at their watches. It is 5: 20, and they are still so immersed.