Rainy days are also a good weather composition.

It should be a very sunny day. The wind blew over the slightly wrinkled lake, and the shade covered the dazzling burning shot, only filtering out the warm sunshine. It's just that the weather in summer is naughty, and it's common to change color in an instant. If people who appreciate the scenery walk through the flowers in thin clothes and sweat, they will often laugh at the sunny and unusual weather and find a cool place to enjoy tea or rain without being disturbed.

However, today-or this summer is new and fresh here, it will be naughty and out of line. On a sunny day, blue-gray clouds brew a faint background color, overlapping everywhere and raining lightly.

There seems to be a muffled thunder in the distance-someone hurried by with an umbrella, wearing exquisite clothes and elegant makeup, and the footsteps of leather shoes and high heels were hurried, like an aggressive prelude. I thought it had been raining for a long time, but I was scared back by this luxurious footsteps.

On the street corner, a cool breeze blows gently, and Liu Xia stands there. White hair with braided hair, double-breasted coat, half-leg high rose red trousers, and green willows are pleasant red and fast green, which is very nice. In the basket in the left hand, there are half green onions, and something is churning in the black plastic bag, which may be fish or something else.

She stood quietly, her back slightly bent. When a taxi came, he slowly stretched out his arm.

A gust of wind is like a pair of slender hands, gently lifting and putting down a gentle rain curtain. The line of sight is blurred, like being shrouded in a faint mist. The rain is as fine as wool and embroidered on the ground like a needle, causing many stings. Like an unintentional pear flower, it disturbs a pool of clear water. If it doesn't rain, it will creep up people's restless nerves. Like flowers, umbrellas spread out one by one, and the streets were immediately covered with neon lights, either graceful or swift, coming and going.

The number of empty cars on the road suddenly dropped by half. Every taxi is carrying more or less passengers, galloping forward anxiously, and everyone who goes home hopes to arrive safely before the heavy rain falls.

Thundering on the horizon brought a strong wind, which violently lifted the willow branches on her head and threw them down like boredom.

Her white hair is a little wet, a little scattered and fluttering in the wind. The vegetable basket has long since disappeared, but after careful search, I found that she was holding it in her arms. No wonder her back was much more rickety than before.

It used to be a warm summer. With the wind, the rain gently and skillfully eliminated a lot of heat. This road along the lake, through the rain curtain, you can see a pool of green lotus swaying, drunk, swept away by the gentle rain. If it's just rain in Mao Mao, that's great, but-

Hua-

As if a long sigh of relief, the clouds suddenly brightened up a lot. But people on earth can't help suffering. Look at her again, and she is drenched in the bust in an instant.

After fooling around for a long time, the rain seems to need a rest, and finally it is getting smaller. People come and go in the teahouse, so noisy that people can't tell whether it's human voice or rain. The air is still warm. Although it is raining cats and dogs, the restaurants on the street are more lively. People who just stepped on leather shoes and high heels gathered here at the moment, watching the heavy rain outside the window, as if watching the most interesting scenery.

That should be the most interesting scenery. I just looked up at her.

The water flowed slowly down her trouser legs in a slender stream. Rose-red trousers were dyed bright red directly, and a head of silver hair shone with clear water, which seemed to reflect light and sunshine, and scattered eyes gathered on her without hesitation.

An empty car finally appeared before it was too late. On the blurred window, the wiper swung rhythmically. The green word "empty car" came with the car particularly clearly and stopped firmly in front of her. The slight lag under her feet will lead her to the long-awaited stability.

The car door was opened. It was a young man who reached out like a fly and quickly got into the car.

Bang.

The car door closed quickly. But in the blink of an eye, he drove away quickly.

-like a gust of wind, wet her temples with rain, and then leave in a hurry.

I don't know when, probably enough rest, the rain "Hua" underground again. Splash on the ground and render dizzy. The rain pattered on the street.

A noisy evening scene rose on the lake. Lotus leaves and willows heard the sound of dancing, as if holding hands, smiling and hiding in the coming summer and warm night.

The street lamp is on. The fast rain fog is a neat diagonal line in the dim light of street lamps. Headlights are more blurred in this colder and wetter air, sticking to the car and drifting away.

A hand wrapped in a wet sleeve froze in the air for a few seconds, but it always came down.

It's time for the willow to point its head at the moon, but there is no more moonlight, as if it had sunk deep into the bottom of the lake at night.

She was still standing there-

Quietly listening to the rain singing in the distant darkness. Raindrops interweave with neon lights, setting off women's eyes.

Eyes glazed, look straight ahead.

Raindrops have never been tempted, and they weave her more unscrupulously.

She looked down and froze for a moment. Suddenly I felt that there was no rain to embroider her body, but the rain in my ear was still vague. Look up-

Nothing has changed, the street lamps are still neon, and the rain is pouring down.

Just looking up at the sky again, I can see a seemingly red disk, umbrella and people in the darkness.

She fell down in the arms of a man named Wen.