It's raining. I choose to go

During the day, the sun roasted the city like a little sheep, and in the evening, heaven and earth could not bear it, and there was an unexpected rain. Today did not take an umbrella, first went to the canteen to play scattered rice. There are people everywhere to take shelter from the rain, I chose to go, the wind is worse than the rain, the pedestrian's umbrella is blown over. I'm kind of glad I still have a leaky hat, because of thunderstorms, sometimes heavy, sometimes light.

After the rain stopped, I was brushing a small video was interrupted by a phone call from an old classmate, she blamed me for not going out to exercise, lying to fatten up. Had to pick up and go out casually, the outside is cool, if not out, how to know the summer after the rain in the evening so comfortable? Chatting with her all the way, I soon came to my Alma mater, from the side door of the family home all the way to the campus. Through the bridge to another campus, some parts of the campus have changed, the logo of the building is still the same. The library in the sunset light shines brightly against the background of the departing clouds, and the benches by the pool in the campus are replaced with wide strips of wood, shining with their luster before the dark night. The small stone arch bridge on our dormitory college graduation time left a shadow, through the street lamp can see the pool of lotus clusters, they did not bloom. Next to the new school history hall, the iconic red paint and imitation wooden flower carving to pull themselves to see a lot of costume dramas, especially the sad palace drama, afraid of coming out of a very deep resentment of the empress. The young people in the basketball court show their youth and vitality. When riding back, I thought of my pomegranate wine, sweet with sour, nice pink, if you do a Hanfu of this color will be very beautiful.

But at the moment I choose to drink it, with a nice wine to write a little feeling. When on campus, there is a feeling of crossing, a kind of unspeakable uncomfortable, is it still a little strange time too fast? Think of the folk song in "Red Xiangxi", and the sad love story. People are the most courageous when they are young, they dare to pursue what they want regardless of everything, perhaps in the eyes of the elderly is reckless, silly, and in a person's life, it is the most meaningful impulse.

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