endless roses

Chapter 16 Walking in the Rain
Rain falls in the south of the Yangtze River, and there is the sound of broken jade.

I walked in the wind and rain with only a cotton skirt, a little thin and cold.The rain slapped, and what fell between the bamboo leaves really looked like peach blossoms, the desolate flowering period and light fragrance.

Holding an umbrella, walking in the wind and rain, it is almost evening.

A person approached, his gait seemed to recognize me, and then ran directly to me, well, it was unknown.

"where are you going?"

"walk."

"Such a heavy rain."

"But I'm going for a walk."

"Oh, you're such a romantic person." He sighed and repeated, "It's good to take a walk on a rainy day in college. I've started playing badminton recently. Let's go together sometime."

"That has to be said in advance, I sometimes get busy on weekends."

"What are you busy with?"

"walk"

……

"Go back earlier, you see your clothes are all wet."

"Yeah." I lowered my head, the corner of my skirt was wet.

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"It's good for us to walk in the rain like this. Look, campus, rainy days, is there anything interesting recently?"

"I changed a poem. I didn't think about how to change it before, so let's do this first."

"What sentence?"

"It's raining in the south of the Yangtze River, and there is the sound of broken jade. Do you hear the sound now, does it sound like it?"

So we listened quietly. At this moment, it was already howling wind and torrential rain. They landed on the ground, on the umbrella, and in the leaves.

"I can also write ancient poems, but I have no feeling for modern poems, and I feel that they have no connotation."

"That's because you have too little contact with it, and I'm not writing poetry, I'm just changing other people's sentences for fun."

"You don't know the way in this ancient poem, from the rhythm..."

"I said I like modern poetry, but can the little bit of ancient poetry you come into contact with compare with me? I'm still pitifully few. Forget it, I can't say anything to you, so I won't say anything."

"Hey, don't taunt me like this. I'm going to the cafeteria. Where are you going for a walk later?"

"It's not fixed, it can be anywhere."

He walked over there, and I turned around to choose a path, saying it was a choice, but in fact I walked directly on any one.In this kind of wind and rain, I put my hands in the ribs of the umbrella, and the umbrella surface is close to the side to cover it, and it blows and beats like this.The wet skirt moved with the wind, in the same rhythm as the wind, and the sandals soaked in the rain stepped on the fallen branches by the pond.

The victory of victory, the highland barley belongs to itself tonight. Suddenly thinking of this sentence, I feel very kind.I always like things to go at their own pace. Fortunately or unfortunately, things that happen and live are very beautiful. Of course, it is best to be happy, so I will be gratified.

I would rather be a barren and broken idealist, because I can’t hold on to anything else. People always cherish what they love. On this rainy evening with nothing, I felt a certain kind of peace for no reason. ?
Holding a cup of latte in his hand and an umbrella in his right hand, it is already lightly raining.This is my wine bottle, hold it lightly, a little crooked, it can be regarded as walking gracefully.

After I went back, I memorized a little poem, but it was not very good, so I lost it.Later, I felt that after all, it was a real emotion, so I picked it up again, as follows:
"note"

It is raining again in the south of the Yangtze River, this is a night, walk on another path, not the Huxin Pavilion

This is the road I didn't take before, even more lonely in the night
The stone road is crooked, covered with mud, and the frogs are chattering and chattering

road lost

I looked at the pavilion and didn't continue walking

It has nothing to do with the darkness, nor is it afraid of stepping on the mud, but it is no longer necessary
If I were under the pavilion now, the willows would still be swaying in the wind like that, the lake water would be rippling, and the summer insects would be silent as I walked.
I can't see the people on the bridge clearly, and there will be no one on the bridge at the moment
The night shadows of teaching buildings and trees reflected on the lake are like crossed swords
The croaking of frogs keeps going, left and right, front and back, and the leaves around the body are ringing

I seem to hear some kind of deep voice of the years, low and deep silence and roar

Mosquitoes, itchy calves, and leafy land

Looking back at the time when I came, it was quite sad and there was no light.I have to step on the small stone steps by feeling, and it is best to sweep my feet lightly when I step on it.
so as not to step on the little frog

Smell, the grass and trees after the rain...

(End of this chapter)