On weekend mornings, without being woken up by the sun, the curtains were pulled open, and it turned out it was raining.
Misty drizzle, wet winter coats,
But it touched the sadness of the bottom of my heart.
There was no bright light in the room, shrouded in a faint shimmer,
I lost interest in cleaning and looked a little sad everywhere.
Look at the calendar, today's watering day, but it's raining, isn't it...
Or took the kettle to the balcony,
The branches and branches of the morning glory have withered and yellowed, but they are still holding the fruit that has not dried completely,
All kinds of succulents, if you don't look closely, it seems to be the same as two weeks ago, and time has left no trace here at all,
But when did a small yellow flower come out?
It rises abruptly in a thick green, and the flamboyant yellow blooms for no reason,
Rain without sunlight, it does not care, towards the slightly brighter place,
I squatted down, watered, fertilized.
In the afternoon when the sun shines on the balcony, I am often attracted to see the flowers and plants, stretch my body,
The sunlight in the eyes will shine into the heart;
And on a gloomy rainy day, does your heart feel like a biscuit soaked in water, soft and collapsed?
I asked myself,
I looked at the little yellow flower and smiled slightly: Today, you helped me dry.
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