[Editor’s note] to walk in the rain, spontaneously to think of those soothing songs.Thoughts are free to walk through the melodious rambling melody, singing forever, endlessly thoughts. Up exercise in the morning, go downstairs and saw the ground slightly damp spots, rain.Thin rain, some slightly cool, I did not stop in the rain trot, turn a circle along the hill inspirational, ran to the bridge champion, champion bridge to storm Pavilion of time.That stone blocks road has been a wet one. Plush rain rustling, Saturday morning too few people in twos and threes to go back and forth on campus.Some mention the breakfast, strides; some ran small step in the books tucked, broken pieces forward; however, usually holding a book in the reading of too few. Two young girls, marching in step trot, the head of the horse’s tail toss hop, hop toss, the former seems to have shares in the rain and fog on the forehead hairline, some broken pieces of bright.Lively girl all the way, talking and laughing, a waist belt also a MP3 music playing.Hot run, wherein a girl, also tie gown at the waist, like a small swing skirt trailing, even more the swaying. Impression, rain is always that an early spring night, as if to give people a pleasant surprise like the softly falling; and as if afraid to disturb the world of sweet dreams, and she is so quiet, such as filaments like the thirsty earth mountains stroke again, moist every corner. Rain is lingering, beating the awning’s voice was a bit rushed mean, like to talk to the sky, to integrate into the embrace of the earth.Little wind, the rain, the tree looks beautiful, like a painting, vigil, fun to accept the continuous rain.The branch right angle bend, stretch on all sides, light red and yellow leaves and white, and just began to germinate milky white flowers make this tree became clean rain landscape, lonely and beautiful. Often think, every spring season, those in the mist lingering in the dust, if it is the epitome of this years?Out of the doors of the parlor, I also hold a blue umbrella in the crowds, suddenly found that several strains of roads reveals a faint fragrance of lilac snow or rain, Shu Chashang has borne a dark red buds, which truly understand that, Guiyang those spring flowers are not open by the wind, but the rain brought! Walking in the rain, spontaneously to think of those soothing songs.Thoughts are free to walk through the melodious rambling melody, singing forever, endlessly thoughts.You freely listen, suddenly want to cry at some point, like walking in the rain, suddenly I felt his eyes have a cool rain.Perhaps the rain is falling from a lonely song. I do not know when the rain stopped.Spring street only a bark at, glowing light dough, leaving a trace of rain had been there.I’m picking up a detail, but a detail, rain, thick to hide in the text.Just as the rainy season is not in the days to come, I can sort them into a window of scenery, dash of tenderness.Perhaps that moment, touch your own precisely these words.