It's still afternoon, it's raining heavily, my clothes are damp, and my heart is getting moldy.
When I went to visit the door with an umbrella, the kid from the neighbor¡¯s house jumped and ran in front of me with a small flower umbrella, looking innocent and carefree, so cute.
Walking and walking, listening to and enjoying the raindrops quietly, dancing and playing the piano on the small flower umbrella. Suddenly, the rain boots worn by the child may have slipped, and he slipped accidentally. He sat on the floor with his ass, and the little flower umbrella was thrown away. The most pitiful thing is that the child's buttocks were wet by the rain . I thought this baby would cry. As a neighbor, I know very well that this baby is a squeamish child who loves to cry. Every morning when I wake up, I wake up my ears with crying [cover face][cover face]
Unexpectedly, the little guy didn't cry. He frowned at first. He had just saved his tears and found that his relatives were not there. He got up and picked up his little flower umbrella, and ran away in a hurry. The wet pattern on the back of his buttocks looked like a blooming rose
The storms of life have never stopped, sometimes drizzle, sometimes strong winds and waves. On a rainy day, Su Shi unconsciously recited "Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not scream and walk slowly"; No one in the world knows you." Even in the bleak and lifeless autumn, Liu Yuxi can write "Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring. In the clear sky and a crane on the clouds, it will draw poetry. To Bixiao." The poem It can be seen that throughout the ages, literati and inkmen have a good understanding of life and can face life openly.
There are many people in this world, and there are many breezes, drizzles, and strong winds and waves in life every dayThink about it, how bitter it is.
However, with this smile, the sea and the sky are bright, and the spring is coming. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com