Love stories in the rain
A steady fall of drizzling rain the
the coolness is also a kind of warm yearning，
The drizzle is ticking，the cool is also a kind of warmth, a move.
The rain in June was like a breeze blowing on the face.
Return to Chongqing for nine days on a business trip，not going out today，sitting in front of the window of the study, looking out of the window.Through the hazy windows, I could feel the drizzle of rain falling all the time.
The dripping raindrops on the glass windows are just like playing the piano music.Special comfort and comfort，Perhaps it is the contrast of yesterday's scorching sun, which makes people hot and dry, rather than today's drizzle，let people's heart more a quiet and calm. Today, I planned to stay at home for a day without going anywhere.
But I remember that because these days have been on a business trip, the arrived Express has been staying at the post office for a long time.
I still have to convince myself to change clothes immediately, and shoes go out to pick up the express.went out in the light of a sparse rain. On the way back to the courier, held an umbrella in my left hand，with two parcels in right hand, ran all the way.At the corner of the corner, in a flash, a warm moving figure attracted my eyeballs.Let me stop running for a moment.A couple of years past 70, with their silver haired grandparents walking past me, they are holding a small umbrella.
The grandmother also had a small bag in her hand, and vaguely saw the green leaves，maybe just came back to the supermarket and had vegetables in it.The other hand was holding grandpa's hand while grandpa was holding an umbrella with one hand,the other hand cuddle the old grandmother's waist.A white shirt worn by the old grandfather，
old grandfather in order not to let the old granny in the rain，it was obvious that the sleeves of the other hand were wet.But grandpa seemed unaware that his half clothes were wet。He just tilt mumbrella on the head of grandma.
In this way, each other nestled in the rain, laughing and talking all the way home.Such a warm and moving picture, I haven't seen it for a long time.In this instant, there was a warm current in my heart. It seemed that I had forgotten the coolness of the soles of my feet.At this point, I want to take out a mobile phone and freeze such a nice warm picture.But both hands are full of stuff, and it's really impossible to take a picture of the cell phone.
In their eyes, they watched their shadows away, leaving their hearts warm and touched.
This is like a slowly flowing stream, singing gently in the ear.
Between heart and heart is the most pure and beautiful message and warmth in the world.In the rain, I saw their stories, and I saw the best love.Like a master of Hongyi, once said, "the glory will come to bland."There is not so much activity in life, but more plain and ordinary.But it is these ordinary and simple life events that are the most moving and moving people.Everyone is eager to understand, heart and heart want to be understood, and experience the cool and warm will know the bright sunshine.Through the busy road, we know that the plain is true.Because the brilliantly is bound to be insipid，Life is in the light of the interpretation of wonderful.Because the brilliantly is bound to be insipid,True love is a smile that comes from a weary home.In the face of the holiday season's tacit understanding, it is a tacit understanding of going out early and returning late.At this moment, as long as you are happy，The same heart is the heart of two hearts.Happiness is not your wife (SIR), nor your wife (husband).Happiness is when you are white haired, you can call your old woman (old man).The man who still sees the sunset with you.Today, in the story of rain, I can think of the most romantic thing.It is to share an umbrella with you, and to count the small drops of rain falling down in ordinary life together.
In the drizzling drizzle, we should feel the small life of the tea, the salt, the vinegar and the tea.
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