On a rainy night, I ran my emotional diary in a group street.

The sudden heavy rain put me in a dilemma at midnight. This is a quiet street, dimly lit and haunted. I looked up and saw that God had no desire to stop the rain, so I plunged into the weeping water curtain and ran home. The rain pours all over the body, from head to toe, from outside to inside, with blurred vision, vain footsteps and panting like cattle. How long has it been since I ran so crazy and enjoyed the feeling of rain pouring all over my body? I gradually drifted into a trance in my memory.

Several unforgettable scenes were mixed with the sound of rain, one of which was my childhood when I couldn't remember too many things. It was a summer in my hometown, in front of the old house. This is a rare heavy rain. When I was a child, I was so smart that it was almost impossible for me to go out of line. That time I was completely crazy and had a water fight with my childhood playmates in such a heavy rain. Mud, gravel and dead branches have become our weapons, and howling and growling have become the drums of our attack. Needless to say, this is a tragedy.

Secondly, when I was a student, I wandered in a lonely street on a drizzly winter night like tonight, and my heart was broken. People will run or walk in the rain countless times in their lives, walk through lonely and silent streets countless times in their lives, and walk in the streets in the night rain because of needs, accidents and intentionally or unintentionally. But there will always be some rainy nights and some streets, which will make you unforgettable. After experiencing the essence of time, you are still vivid. That winter night is very different from this summer night. . .

The third is a rainy spring night in Nanning, Guangxi after work. Alone outside, I left my door key at home again. When I got home late at night, I was speechless when I faced the door close at hand. I can't remember what kind of mentality I was at that time. Hungry and cold, I didn't choose to find a hotel outside, nor did I call any friends for help. I just sat on the doorstep with my arms folded, listening to the bleak rain outside, and spent the night in my dream. It was undoubtedly a very painful night, and I still shudder to think of it now, but it has become a memory that goes deep into the bone marrow. I often put myself in such an isolated state, because in this state, I will get a strange, exciting and even wonderful experience.

There are many such rainy nights, some as memorable as the above, and some as inconspicuous as the present night. There is no doubt that I love rainy nights. Walking in the rain at night is such a unique experience. Listening to the rain at night is such a wonderful feeling. Often caught in the chase of this situation. I often imagine myself as a duckweed in the rain, floating in the wind, seemingly without foundation, lonely and helpless, but let the wind and rain beat, but never indulge. Just like when I was a child, one of my favorite things to do was to hide under a small, fragile and fragile thatched cottage in the pouring rain. At that time, a heartfelt joy and happiness will quietly occupy all my body and mind.

On a rainy night, I ran in a man's street. Behind the seemingly bleak, dilapidated, desolate and lonely, I found the peace and harmony I wanted, so I went home with this cathartic text.