On rainy days, the mood will be particularly heavy! But cheerful? What's going on?

I like wind. The warm and comfortable sea breeze in the south and the biting cold wind in the north make me full of emotions, sentimentality and romance! However, I prefer rain. The wandering heavy rain with lightning and thunder in the south and the pattering autumn rain in the north both make me sad and lingering, so my online name is Wind and Rain Beauty! I like rain, as pure as water, as misty as clouds, and as hazy as fog. I also like to walk alone on the street in the drizzle at dusk, following the rhythm of the rain. I also like the feeling of the rain falling quietly on my body. It is a very gentle touch, like having two hands. He gently protected me. I like the rain in autumn, especially the beautiful moment when the raindrops splash on the ground and burst into bloom... It seems that every song about rain has a sad story, and I am listening to the sound of rain on this rainy night and feeling every moment of it. Rain story. There are very few pedestrians on the fresh streets, which are very clean and quiet. The trees on the street have been blown by the autumn wind and washed by the autumn rain. The leaves are falling from the branches one by one, and there is a bit of tranquility and deepness in the air. The autumn mood stirs the heartstrings, the autumn wind disturbs the thoughts, the autumn moon brings emotions, the autumn rain is lingering, and the autumn leaves are beautiful and beautiful. I like to sit alone in front of the window on rainy days, meditate quietly, and feel silently... The patter of rain outside the window is like drops of tears in my heart. I quietly listen to the sound of rain, and feel happy in my heart. What arose was an inexplicable melancholy. The tears shed into the sea of ????heart are long and lingering, mixed with a bit of melancholy and revealing a bit of helplessness. The rain is the sad tears of the clouds. The heart always cries lonely and lonely when the clouds are thick, and the falling deep in the heart is It's a burst of heartache. No matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains. Rain has a kind of magic: it can diffuse into a mood, soak into an atmosphere, and carve into a memory. Of course, sometimes it can turn into a disaster. Breaking up always happens on a rainy day, why does it have to happen on a rainy day? The rain is cool when it falls, the rain is gray and cold when it rains, and the rain is sad when it falls. I don’t know since when, I have been addicted to my own world on the Internet and do not want to communicate with others. I like to stay quietly in the noisy chat room, I like to be surrounded by strange names, and no one cares about my loneliness. And I was just a dazed shadow, lingering in this familiar chat room, letting the years pass by and fall into my indifferent eyes. . . I like the night, I like to write about my mood online at night, so lonely, it is completely my own. I like to read affectionate articles on the Internet, I like to write some sad words, and I like to understand a person through words. I like to listen to my heart and feel inspired by the collision of connected souls. When my soul faced me silently, I finally realized how unenviable an indifferent and leisurely life could be without all the constraints of the world. Not being bothered by the worldly world, not striving for wealth and fame, it adds an elegance to the taste of life. That "free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless raindrops are as fine as sorrow." The delicate beauty that cannot be eaten by the fireworks of the world, the transcendent elegance of enjoying life and being a close friend of nature. . Once upon a time, I always thought that I would be safe if I settled my heart in the world of love I created, without entering or exiting. From now on, I no longer expect to touch the wonderful world of the Internet, and will neither disturb anyone nor disturb anyone. Being hurt, mediocre sowing and mediocre harvesting; no matter whether it is intentional or not, it seems to have become a far-fetched idea. In my heart, it is like a station on a distant road, an end point of a long life, deep in my heart. The place where we live is a piece of pure land; this is not an affectation, it is just a heart of sincere desire. A person is a little lonely, but the heart is free, not trapped in the mortal world, and relatively noble and refined. There is nothing wrong in the world, so why bother yourself? Let your mood go and gain a sense of tranquility, peace and freedom. The rain washes away the glitz of people's hearts, clears the chaos of the world, and calms people's moods. Sometimes, it's raining outside but it's sunny inside; sometimes, it's sunny outside but it's raining inside. There are many things in the world that you can appreciate in contrast. When the heart is clear, the rain is also sunny; when the heart is rainy, the sunshine is also rain. The sound of rain enters my dream, and my heart dances with the rain. . . 2. Start liking the rain. The buildings outside the window are getting taller and taller every day, and I can’t help but feel a little annoyed when I look at them every day: a whole boxy building, which has neither interest nor beauty, and blocks the rare continuous greenery in the city in the distance. However, what made me even more unhappy was the constant roar of the machine all day long. I began to lose control of myself and often got up at night and stared boredly at the culprit who had woken me up. Gradually, I discovered that things are different with rain.

Either way is fine. The rain made the scenery in front of me hazy. As the saying goes, if you can't see, your mind won't be confused. The rain washes away the noise from your ears, and even a night of lightning and thunder is still a sweet dream. This is the sound of nature, what a feeling of freedom, far different from the heavy and monotonous sound of machinery. After a night of rain, I can't help but sigh: "The rain has passed in the morning, where are the traces?" Yes, where are the traces, where are the traces? So many distant people have faded away, and the original concept of temporary scenic spots has disappeared, but the sound of rain is still the same as before. Poets have sung about the rain, celebrities have tasted the rain, travelers have admired the rain, and singers have praised the rain. Sometimes I am walking on the street with an umbrella, and I can't help but put it down, soak in the shower and look at the warm things falling from the horizon. After the rain went away, the world returned to normal, with bustling prosperity, quiet tranquility, dazzling as usual, and mediocre being nothing more than that. I closed my umbrella and picked a green leaf to play with, but I was secretly thinking about just now. With that drizzle, have you ever missed anything? I remember that I was so excited to touch the raindrops on the window sill; I remember that I played in the puddle with screams; I remember that after a while,