Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Accompanied by the darkness of the night, the dark clouds shattered the peaceful daytime. The dark clouds were like a falling castle, half-hanging in the air, swirling in silence, faintly as if there were mourning birds singing, crying indistinctly , like Emperor Wang crying blood.

The lightning twisted and fell, leaving only the roar in the sky, sharply tearing through the sky and illuminating everything inside and outside the window.It is like a swimming dragon in the clouds, winding, slanting and twinkling in the fog.At this moment, the night has become the master of the sky, and the black clouds are pressing down on the city, but they have aroused the melancholy in people's hearts, and they are melancholy and blurred.

The wind is savagely rushing at it in a tearing-cutting posture,--time, there are rustling trees surrendering everywhere.The wind unreasonably tore off a bunch of branches and leaves, roughly tore them into pieces, and threw them on the ground.I don't know where there are unknown wails mixed in, like the cries of a ghost, desolate and empty, sad and far away.

Bean-sized raindrops burst in the air, scattered and flickering, and fell in handfuls in the strong wind.The drizzle, but not soft, hit the window like a drunk.

Outside the window is already a blur of fog, a vast expanse, only to see raindrops hitting the window edge, breaking into foam, and being thrown up by the wind, roaring, and I don't know where it went.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, like the end of the world, and one couldn't help shivering.