My daily essays
It's raining, and I have to move the battery car into the carport. When I came back without an umbrella, the rain gently touched my clothes, and I felt happy in my heart- I was bored under the dazzling lights of the room for a long time.
The rain in Shanghai is often quiet, silently underground, less noisy, and can withstand loneliness. I was in the house, as quiet and steady as the rain. I never understood the conversation between the father and son of the neighbor. Just thinking, I haven't written anything for several days, and my English has been falling behind for almost a month.
Habits are magical, no longer doing a thing is as easy as raising him, in the repetition, stumbling, I grew, but also gradually grew old.
![Original Poem: Sanitation Worker Hymn / Sister Hoshiko blinks wearily as she lights up the streetlights all night, at this time some dim orange figures wave the rustle of brooms on the empty streets[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)