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Love prose in the rain

How many people have you loved in your life? How many love songs have you heard in the rain? How many stories of dependence and love have you had under your umbrella? In fact, these stories are all similar. Rain is the eternal theme: lingering, lovesickness, wind and rain ... as long as you have loved it, you will definitely sing in the rain. In your love songs, she feels beautiful.

This kind of story is really novel only to you, because your IQ in love is extremely low.

However, we still have to tell a true story.

It's a sunny day, and the pond is full of catkins and sparkling. This is definitely a day of hugs.

A sudden rainstorm caused ripples in the pond.

It is very pleasant to watch those lovers who snuggle up to each other through the window fall into a mess from happiness, to watch them panic in despair, and to watch them wake up and sigh and escape from the wind and rain. As long as I think about the happiness and loneliness and depression separated by a window, I can understand my mentality at the moment. This is absolute schadenfreude.

Suddenly, I stopped mocking and stood stupefied at the window-a young man and a woman walking slowly in the continuous rain. They are too young, as young as a piece of new green outside the window. No vicissitudes, no experience, but they walked as if they had experienced a lifetime of wind and rain, inseparable.

This is not the reason why I feel at a loss.

The boy in the rain, holding the girl in one hand, raised his other hand and laid it on the girl's head, as if to block the cold rain coming at her.

At this moment, I was deeply moved. With a hint of jealousy.

I once sent an umbrella to my lover in the rain. Once I took off my only dress and gave it to her. I have been in the rain many times, but I never thought of sheltering women from the wind and rain with one hand.

How big can a hand hold up the sky? How many wisps of floating rain can one hand cover? Rain is like tears. I stood at the window, moved and intoxicated.

Wind and rain are like life.

That girl is really happy.

And that boy is really unforgettable.