Traditional Culture Encyclopedia - Weather inquiry - Describing the weather is not like describing the scenery with emotional anger.

Describing the weather is not like describing the scenery with emotional anger.

It's raining in Mao Mao, and the ripples in the water slowly open. I sighed softly and looked at the sky sadly. I suddenly felt that the surroundings turned black and gray, the flowers stopped smiling, the wind stopped singing, and the road became longer …

Autumn leaves have withered for a whole season, and the bright moon seems to be a tearful face. Looking back, I can clearly remember how many times I failed and how many times I didn't want to. Let it go. Youth full of ideals will always open their wings and embrace tomorrow again and again.