In the early morning, it was not until six o’clock, and it was more than 6.0 minutes to trim myself. I grabbed the cigarette in my mouth and sat under the corridor in front of the door holding the teacup in my hand. I glanced at the gray sky. At that time, the sky was full of silk like cocoons, and the silk flew down silently without wind, the air was wet, and a little fog rose in the distance, which was the unique sky of returning to the south in the South. It has been nearly four months since I moved to the new environment, and I have not been able to calm down and enjoy the surrounding environment. Light fog, rain, three or two ponds, opposite the courtyard is a piece of open space, full of grass and extending to green trees and bamboos. I like it very much, it is so beautiful! The smile spread across my face. I took a sip of tea and leaned against the back chair comfortably. If I felt something, grass, green trees, green bamboos, three or two ponds, rain Silk, Light fog, the appearance of the countryside the empty space in rainy days in the south seems particularly leisurely and quiet. I lit another cigarette and locked the door. I took two crutches in my hand and walked alone in the sky where the rain was flying. It is not accurate to say that you walk alone. From time to time there are birds flying in the sky that can’t say their names. The red-necked swallows fly to the ground one after another. Occasionally, I met three or more acquaintances with umbrellas, and Shi Shiran was walking in the rain. Some of them shouted to me in the distance, “Wind, why are you nervous? Don’t you take an umbrella? I smiled and didn’t answer his question. The walls of old houses are mottled, mud walls are gray tiles, and some of them have been dilapidated and grown into clusters of weeds, idle trees and sparrows on the brim. The atmosphere of the old houses is simple and distant, and the feeling is long. The rain fell down on my head, body, hands and crutches in my hands. The hair was moist, the clothes were moist, and the crutches in my hands were moist. I looked at the grass, trees and bamboos which were greener than before, I like to hang out alone in such a rainy day. It is neither my fool nor the inspiration of poetry. Pure I just like sleepwalking in such a rainy day. Walking in this rainy day, I can gain a sense of peace and tranquility. In the year when my feet walked neatly, I liked walking in such a rainy day. This picture I am unforgettable in my memory. In the mountains, I walked alone on the mountain path of the left bend and the right curve. The season is summer. In the afternoon, the purpose of my coming here is to go swimming in a mountain spring on the mountain of the neighboring village. I went through the thatched pine trees, fir trees and maple trees to bypass the two peaks, in the hot weather, my body was sweating. It was 2/3 away from the destination. The sky began to be gloomy, and then my skin felt the sporadic wet rain. I looked up the sky and turned to climb to the top of the mountain. It didn’t take much time to climb from the mountainside to the top of the mountain. When I climbed to the top of the mountain, I looked up and found that the sky was already empty and blurred with the rain like. Looking at the field across the river at will, there are rows of latticework on the opposite side of the river in the distance. Sugar cane and melon fruits are scattered and orderly. Near the lawn on the river, a group of buffaloes and cattle are tied. Between the fields, there were three or five people working one after another, but they could distinguish the shadows of men and women. Because of the rain Silk’s obstruction of light fog, it was difficult for me to distinguish whether it was unreal or real when I was in the mountains, what is real is real but it is so unreal. The misty rainy day. People stand in the mountains. At the foot of the mountain is a gentle and gentle river. The fields are old cattle, the rain is light fog, and the river flows slowly for hundreds of years. The Mountains grow tall and straight with pine, fir and maple trees swaying, the reality has become so confusing. Whether I recall it in the void or in the reality, with rain silk hanging down from the sky like silk, I seem to see spiders all over the sky swinging in the gentle breeze and drizzle, A large group of dragonflies flying between buffaloes and cattle, I smelt the breath of the Earth, moist and moist, grass green and greener and more charming, and the strong heart of all things began to become soft and warm. I am young, frivolous and fretful. The rainy weather moistens me and gives me peace. I stand quietly on the top of the mountain and stand quietly in the rain. I was fifteen years old that year, and I had never been able to set foot here since that year. After that, I was sick, and my stiff feet could no longer go hiking long. On similar rainy days, there is a big gap between human body and that year. I stood quietly in the wilderness with my hands holding my crutches, drank and expressed my pride for several months. I woke up when I was drunk. The memory fault appeared after I was drunk, and the brain stimulated by alcohol, on the contrary, my mood became agitated and depressed. The rain has changed from the size of spider silk to the density of hair. Looking at the ridges of bean seedlings in the field, the emerald green bean leaves in the micro-wind, I sniffed the fragrance of bean leaves close to my nose, I also smelt the wet and mildew gas emitted from the earth. A Loach appeared in the middle of the canal, and occasionally wavered its tail. When it was still, the two gills could be clearly identified one by one, which was a lovely Elf in the water. My heart became destitute and motionless, peaceful and peaceful with a little artistic conception born on rainy days. There were two or three barking of dogs in the distance, and a group of hens clawed earthworms and mud insects under the mud wall of a collapsed old house. Under the eaves of the building, a boy of three or four years old was squatting in the muddy water. His mother stared at his mother with puzzled eyes. His stubborn mother was kind, simple and warm in the morning. When I returned, I walked leisurely in the rain. 2014.4.29

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