Let’s talk about the positive energy of WeChat Moments on rainy days. Let’s talk about the positive energy of WeChat Moments.

It’s raining in the city where you live, but I can’t give you an umbrella. I know that you are caring about another girl in your heart, but I can only care about you silently and look forward to spending time with you after the rain. That encounter.

On rainy days, please face it with a smile. I believe that the rain can wash away your worries. I believe that friendship can bring you happiness. I believe that there will be a sunny day after the rain. I wish you happiness every day!

< p>I hate snow just like I hate rainy days; I didn’t know why before, but now I understand that I don’t hate snow, it’s just that I don’t want to see the muddy world when the snow melts.

A few years later, at dusk on a rainy night, in the rain curtain, under the rain pavilion, a woman was holding an oil-paper umbrella. Her hair was shawl, and only her graceful back could be seen, but her appearance could not be clearly seen.

Listen to the sound of rain, drop by drop is clear, your breath is like raindrops seeping into my love.

The sunshine after the rain is particularly bright, and a rainbow stretches across the blue sky, as if smiling to the earth.

The sky was gray and drizzling again, and I felt very depressed, maybe because of the air.

When the wind blows, it is because I am attracted to you; when it rains, it is because my love for you moves the sky; when it thunders, it is because I shout "I love you".

I hate rain because I still can’t learn to bring rain mulberry

You can’t tell the person you love to love you, it’s like explaining to a pig why it rains rain. Where are you hiding? I can only reach it by following the petals falling in the rain.

It’s a rainy day, what should I do? I miss you so much and I don’t dare to call you. I can’t find the reason.

On a rainy night, I look out the window with sadness. Listen to the fallen flowers falling to the ground and the sound of balisa. Afraid of rivers and rivers, and waves turning into heaven. Leaving the boat and relying on the water, what's wrong? I can't sleep with strong wine, and my hair is stained with frost. Dreams are long and long, and thoughts hurt.

The sky is about to rain, and sadness begins to gather! The sky is about to rain, and I begin to doubt myself!

After the rain, the sky will clear up, and finally the weather will be good. The world has given me thousands of kinds of joy, blooming branch by branch along the way. It doesn’t matter if I miss them all, as long as you control my mind.