It was another night of rain, which made the whole house full of the smell of rain. The rain jumped in through the window and wandered around the whole house, ticking and pouring into the ears like a lullaby. I turned on the bedside lamp, and the light seemed to be frozen by the cold rain, not as bright as before. I got out of the bed and was wrapped by a cold air. The temperature dropped again. I couldn’t help shivering cold. This early winter morning was cold by the lingering rain. After washing and having breakfast, put a cup of tea on the tea table, and watch the water in the Cup turn green and yellow gradually from colorless transparent liquid, glittering and translucent as draft beer, and the tea leaves are rolling and jumping in the cup of water, after a while, I was tired of jumping and sleeping at the bottom of the Cup honestly. At this time, I stretched out my hand to hold the slightly hot Cup, sipped my mouth and blew off the floating foam on the saliva surface of the cup. I began to taste tea, sipped it with a small mouth, mouthful, drink until the water in the Cup just submerge the water line of the tea. At this time, it was already 07:30, which was a fixed time. It Was 07:30 after drinking the first cup of tea every day. Although today is a day of rest at home on Saturday, I still get up on time as usual, and it becomes natural to get used to it. The rain outside the window was still ticking, ticking and falling. The steps of the rain did not speed up or slow down. It was also very troublesome to encounter such a rainy day when I went to work. I went to work with an umbrella and walked all the way without any damage to my upper clothes. However, my trouser legs and shoe surface were full of muddy stars thrown up when walking. If you ride a bike, the Rain star will fly diagonally like an arrow! When shooting at yourself head-on, the higher the driving speed is, the more urgent the Rain Arrow is. You can sit in the elegant room and enjoy your leisure without going to work. I brought myself a second cup of water. The sleeping tea at the bottom of the Cup was like being awakened by hot water. I suddenly cheered up, exulting and dancing, the finished tea made by jumping these green leaves picked from the tea tree through many procedures of cool leaves, fixing, rolling, drying, tiling and selecting is lifeless, but it was made to live by the water, sometimes sleeping, sometimes dancing. As the saying goes: the first bowl is dirty, two bowls of incense, three bowls, four bowls of spoiled water soup. These two bowls of tea are really sweet and refreshing, as if they are pure and beautiful to filter impurities. Holding up the hot hot air of the teacup, the smoke curled up circled and evaporated in front of my face. I walked to the window and saw rows of houses, roadways and pedestrians through the window screen, all of which were submerged in the drizzle. This feeling and this scene made my thoughts fly in the air, which reminded me of Dai Wangshu’s rain Lane: holding the oiled paper umbrella, I hesitated alone in the long, long and lonely rain Lane, I hope to meet a girl who is as sad as lilac. She has clove-like color, clove-like fragrance, clove-like sorrow, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She is wandering in this lonely rain Lane, holding oil paper umbrella like me, walking silently like me, indifferent, sad and melancholy. Under the misty rain flying all over the sky, there are also countless rain lanes and countless girls. The difference is that in the real rain Lane, there is no more oil-paper umbrellas and sorrow, girls who are as fragrant as lilacs, no longer walk silently, no longer indifferent, sad, and melancholy, but hold the heaven umbrella, clasp the headset, listen to the music, and walk lightly, with a happy mood, follow the things you are interested in. It is also true that the rain Lane written by the poet 80 years ago is naturally different from the rain Lane written 80 years later. How can it be compared?

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