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It rained all night, and when I got up in the morning, I could still hear the ticking rain outside the window through the purple curtain. I like walking in the rain, and I won't miss the chance to walk in the rain. Hold up an umbrella with lavender and black roses, and go out of the house, so as to walk in the rain and feel the affection of summer rain and the warmth under the umbrella.
Living in the country where umbrellas were first invented in the world, I know that umbrellas have been in China for more than 3,500 years. The ancient umbrella was called "dēng" and had a handle, just like the current "umbrella". From Lu Ban's invention of the umbrella, to pholiota adiposa used by the emperor in the post-Wei period, to the umbrella we carry with us today, I don't know how many touching stories have happened under the umbrella. With the changes of the times and the flow of time, umbrellas have become a necessary item for daily travel and going out. In this summer, whether it is rainy or sunny, I always have a lavender umbrella in my bag. When I go out in the morning, if it rains harder, I will hold a purple umbrella without flowers. If it doesn't rain or light rain when I go out in the morning, I will hold an umbrella with lavender and black roses in my bag.
It didn't rain much this morning. I walked down the street with an umbrella with lavender and black roses. On the rainy street, those countless umbrellas, like flowers, make the city scenery beautiful and people's sight beautiful. Tiny raindrops hit the lilac umbrella swaying in the breeze. At the moment, I don't need to look at the staff that records the language of music, and I don't need to follow the notes of western basic elements. I simply play with the ticking of my favorite umbrella. The melody of the rain and the song of the umbrella moistened my mood and made the city scenery beautiful. Rain fell on my umbrella, and I seemed to hear the sound of strings dancing in the sky. Beautiful umbrella, people hiding in it, feel so at ease. Rain and fog are boundless, and raindrops are flying. In such a beautiful melody, there is no hesitation in my heart, but there is peace today. Under the umbrella, I stared at the rain and fog and listened to the sound of raindrops. I kind of like the small world inside the umbrella. Although the world is small, it is the only one of its own, quiet and serene.
Hold an umbrella, walk slowly, and walk between umbrellas. No one can see my face clearly under the umbrella, and I can't see other people's faces clearly. Through the rain curtain, people passing by each other are blurred and have a hazy feeling. Those fuzzy shots, no one will notice, how can a person have feelings! There is no trace of rain in the long rain lane in memory, such as the soft singing of female poets in the Southern Song Dynasty. Rain is like poetry, poetry is like rain. In the summer rain, the drizzle all over the sky is cold, affectionate and heartless. Handfuls of colorful silk umbrellas, like blooming water lilies, are floating in the rain. The glistening rain beads on the water lily gently jump, slide and fall together, just like a pair of sacred and beautiful dancers, beautiful city scenery. Perhaps this is the true portrayal of "rain is like an umbrella, and the pearls are perfect."
The city in the rain is hazy, and street lamps come as scheduled. I don't know if there is a vague agreement behind your departure. Facing your back, I still look back and have a beautiful vicissitudes forever. Walking by the river, I saw the raindrops on the leaves, washing away the dust in Ye Er; I also saw the raindrops on the flowers, which painted a layer of washing fragrance on the gorgeous flowers; Looking back again, the rain drops into the river and ripples in circles: looking up, the rain drops form a line on the umbrella and hang directly under it. Pick up your hands and feel the coolness in the hot summer. Such a scene reminds me of the oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane; It also reminds me of waiting under the umbrella once in a thousand years. What kind of love and legend is it?
The gentle and lingering summer rain, like the rain of the past, floats between heaven and earth. Flying rain melts into the heart and outlines the image and charm of rain. Dancing rain is dancing, and the open flower umbrellas are clearly dancing notes and flowing poetry. Paradise umbrella, plum blossom umbrella, red leaf umbrella, golden European umbrella, rain dream umbrella and many unknown umbrellas make this rainy city beautiful. Beautiful rainy season, beautiful flower umbrella, time without books, pens and music, in a quiet world, enjoy the beauty of the soul leaving the body. This kind of beauty has made my thoughts beautiful, and also made my story with you far away beautiful. An umbrella in the rain once supported the story of two people, walking around in the faint misty rain. The rain wet the umbrella and froze your name. Today's umbrellas support people's yearning for the dead. Looking at the rainy lane, the red dust beyond the red dust can not help but make people sigh: it rained in the morning, and the umbrella in the city is so beautiful. Really: the rain is so charming and the beads are so beautiful!
In summer, take an umbrella when you go out. Rain keeps out the wind and rain, but no rain keeps out the sun. People standing under the umbrella can have a lot of new understanding of life. Under the umbrella, I walked quietly, listening to the raindrops crackling on the umbrella, and the splashed water droplets were crystal clear. Standing under the lilac umbrella, I remembered the song in "In Spring": "If one day I leave quietly, please bury me in this spring". I often think that under the umbrella in the rain, a person can walk as far as he wants. If I have to leave this world one day, I hope I will be under the umbrella of flowers in the rainy south of the Yangtze River.