When I woke up in the morning, I found that it was raining outside the house, and the rainwater gathered from the eaves into a small column of water that clicked on the ground and made a splash. A gust of wind blew through, and the filaments in the air were like flying insects in the night, flying wildly, and finally falling to the ground to become nutrients. I couldn't help but give a cold gag and quickly took a cup of hot water to drink. As is customary, I would miss class on a day like this. But not today, you have to go to the school to get the admission ticket that you should take yesterday. Yesterday, because the bus was too late to wait, I resolutely returned to the same route and skipped a day of class.
Because of the rain, I changed into a slightly thicker outfit, but the slippers on my feet were worn, and I couldn't bear to wear my shoes that had not been washed for two days. I am also too lazy to open an umbrella, as a part of the home of the earth, all life needs rain to moisturize, and people are no exception, of course, this is only limited to light rain.
Halfway to the road, the rain suddenly became heavy, but I was too lazy to go back to get the umbrella, although I did not have an umbrella at all, but as an elderly resident of the apartment, it was still quite easy to borrow an umbrella, but I was too lazy to borrow it. So I became a child without an umbrella and could only run hard.
The bus, which usually lasted fifteen minutes, passed two in quick succession this morning under my gaze, but there was nothing I could do because I was waiting for a red light, and the question of principle could not be changed. So I had to run another three hundred meters forward, waiting for another bus that I didn't often take. There was no shelter for the rain at the station, only a sign was erected, so I had to hide from the rain under the tree, but found that the raindrops under the tree were not so dense, but they were all fava bean-sized raindrops, and it was very likely that they would carry the dirt accumulated on the leaves for several days, so I chose to stand in the open and messy.
By the time I got to the bus, I was already drenched in chicken. The mood is extremely remorseful, not regret that there is no umbrella, but regret why the opportunity to skip class was used yesterday instead of today. Although the rain was so great, there was no thunder, but my anger had long been able to turn into thunder to break the darkness.
Sitting in the car, the rain still refused to let me go, and it rushed towards me, but it was blocked on the glass. The glass was filled with water vapor, and I wrote down my inner mockery: Here you come!
Fortunately, there was only one class today, and I received the admission ticket and was ready to go home again.
While waiting for the bus, a couple came. The boy put the umbrella in his hand on the girl's head, but he stood on the bottom of the umbrella and drizzled on his back. It was touching, but I couldn't really think of what the open umbrella in the girl's hand was for, and if it was to prevent the passing vehicles from splashing with sewage, then why didn't they come to this sidewalk and had to wait on the side of the road? If I want to show love, I think it is really not sweet, and it is very weird. It is better to throw away the umbrella in your hand and kiss each other directly in the rain, there are rain and fallen leaves, and there is traffic, is not romantic.
The couple was writing in his heart, and suddenly he was attracted to the attention of a father and son who passed by. The son could see that it was a fat guy in a wheelchair. My father's hair was very gray, and if it weren't for the fat guy looking in his twenties, I would have regarded this father as his grandfather. The father pushed the wheelchair in the back, walking not hurriedly, his eyes looked ahead and did not care about the light rain on his body, but he still cared about the light rain, he put an umbrella on his son's head, he just pushed and pushed behind... I watched them drift away, my father's back getting smaller and smaller, but greater and greater in my eyes, and the rain drifted into my eyes obscuring my vision.
On the bus, I found that the girl was sitting alone, what about her lover? I sat in the single seat in front of her doubtfully, only to find that there was almost a face on the window, and it was the boy. I scolded the boy in my heart for being stupid, and I couldn't understand romance. You are a college student, the most is the time, this long afternoon to send this girl to accompany her for a while will not let her move? You have to put a face on this window. At this time, the time is important, or the two dollars that are reluctant to come back? Suddenly I heard someone say, "You've been single for twenty years." "I listened carefully, and it came from my heart.!?" Do you think those love stories are written by love? Other people fall in love and write you novels every day? Talk about love early, do you understand what is called the authorities are fans, bystanders are clear? "I yelled at myself.
When I came back to god, I had already sat for a stop and couldn't help but feel depressed. Got out of the car but found that the local environment is still very good, even on rainy days can smell a trace of floral fragrance, rain has become a drizzle, to pass the traffic light when the red light just turned into a green light, my mood suddenly improved.
Then, wearing slippers, I walked loosely on the road, and it was loud...