"Winter Night Notes" "The wind can't blow away the fog, and it can't blow the spark in the waves..."

The rainy night was slightly cool, and after dinner, I held up the dark blue umbrella alone and came out of the side door of the canteen, not that I had taken the wrong way, but that I wanted to take a little more detours, blow a little cool breeze, and blow away the boredom of a long day of sitting.

"Bang bang bang..." The rain-soaked wooden boardwalk stepped on it, and as far as usual, there is a different flavor, looking up at the winter night sky that is almost completely dark at six o'clock, it really does not mean anything, there are only raindrops under the street lamp in my eyes, jumping, flashing like the fire tree honeysuckle that I have seen in the picture book

I slowed down my pace, and the smile rhyme of the drizzle droplets on the umbrella surface, one step, two steps, I did not feel that people were reminiscent of a certain Mr. Dai's article - "Rain Alley", but the scene in front of me today is different from the rain alley, looking at the colorful neon lights on the opposite side of the basketball court in the distance, not the bluestone alley, nor the slender depth.

Walking to the cobblestone path next to the pool, it is the only touch of a rainy day, I only regret stepping on this thick sole, not enough to experience its smoothness, its coolness, its unevenness, his staggering, its leisurely.

Before I had time to complain about my faults, people had gone under the eaves, Grandpa often said that the umbrella under the eaves was not tall, I might believe such words as a child, and now, since I was holding the umbrella through the east-west corridor, I looked down and counted the number of stone slabs under my feet, and suddenly, a bright light attracted me, the white light of the ground lamp, under the refraction of the rain and fog, seemed more dreamy, at that moment, I seemed to understand what the guardian god in "Harry Potter" should look like, yes, like the holy radiance of the angel, white, Sacred, people do not want to infringe, and like the veil of the bride, romantic and unswerving.

I really wanted to stay in the rain for a while, even if the rain wet my shoes, holding the fingertips of the umbrella handle, and was frozen red, but the Master of Time would never leave a trace of affection for this small request, so I went up to the third floor, but I did not want to meet a more shocking view, a little spark in the distance in the distance in the blink of an eye, and ticked my mind, I lay on the railing, foresight between the drizzle and the mist of water intertwined, showing a touch of hope of the bright yellow light. Although the winter night is cool, the wind can't blow away the fog, and it can't blow out the spark in the waves...