Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 42 (I like rain)
I like rain.

The spring rain is thin and continuous, like a shy and reserved girl who is in the beginning of love. Soft lines hit the flowers and branches, and then drop to the ground along the leaves.

The rain in summer is vigorous. It often rains without saying hello, bringing bursts of coolness to the summer like a dancing elf.

The autumn rain is pattering, with a hint of the coolness of early winter, and the sound of the rain hitting the bananas seems to describe the wanderer's thoughts.

The rain in winter is not as gentle as in spring. It falls slowly and calmly, moistening the wet tiles on the table, gathering drops into clusters, trickling like silk.

I like rain.

I like to listen to the sound of rain, it is the light music of nature, it is my good night sleep song.

I love the earthy smell in the air after a rain.

I like rain.

After the rain, put on your rain boots and jump around in the puddle, splashing big and small, and it doesn't matter if your clothes are wet.

Rain has been an excellent object of lyricism through the ages.Or sad, or parting, it carries unspeakable emotions.

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Always the beginning of every season.

(End of this chapter)