I will not affect my daily life because of the weather, and it will not affect my mood.
On rainy days, who prescribes to be depressed, to be upset, or to be unhappy.
The rain is so big, it has been raining, it is more than half a month, for me who does not like to go out, but I have a reason to be at ease, today, there should be many people who do not go out, all stay at home.
Someone said that he didn't like rainy days, rainy days would stop his galloping steps, and rainy days would stop the spread of sound.
On rainy days, you can only stay by the window to watch the rain, or reach out and feel the cold of the raindrops.
The black sky, like a densely woven net, wafts of water that can't be stopped, comes into your eyes.
Habitually feel a cigarette, but also find a lighter, light it, take a deep breath, and spit it out shallowly.
When you are in a good mood, you will spit out a heart-shaped smoke ring, just to remember that she likes her! I want to confess my heart, in this late autumn rainy season, encircle your deep love.
The windows can only be opened with a slit, all open will be cold, late autumn cool, comparable to the cold of winter.
The smoke is clear and extinguished at your fingertips, the hand is casually on the edge of the window, the smoke is drifting in the wind, and at this moment, you are with the wind, smoking together.
The wind smokes half of your cigarette, you try to control your emotions, don't worry about the wind, don't let yourself smoke.
Today, the sun is shining, and its appearance makes me feel strange, because I haven't seen it for a long time.
The sun was shining warmly on the windowsills, on the vigorous green leaves, and I didn't know what its name was.
I remember it was called the Fortune Tree, which was a good name, but I didn't like it!
My girlfriend said that her name was Green Lotus, which I thought was too different, and Green Lotus should be a bonsai, not grow like a tree.
My stuff, my stuff, I'm going to give it a name. You once asked me, that green leaf is okay!
I think I like the name Green Leaf, although its meaning is very broad, but my green leaf, it is just the look in my eyes, it is the look in my heart.
This pot of green leaves, to live and die, has been with me for five years, and its life should have been ten years, but for the first five years, I ignored its existence, and even hated it.
I want it to make room for me early, other pots are given away, so big pots, occupying so much land!
When I noticed it, I don't know exactly when, its poor life, dying, withered branches, yellowing leaves, and then gray, falling off.
I will easily drag down, those ugly dry leaves, so ugly, why live in the world?!
Go to the place where you should go early, and you may also play your role, turning into spring mud to protect flowers.
Back to today, the sun shines warmly on this pot of green leaves, green is full and round, can pinch out the water, but I will not, reluctant to pinch, it will hurt.
There's a branch and it's crazy! It had grown from the balcony to the living room, and it climbed up the golden model of the airplane.
Reluctantly, I could only find a thin green rope and tie it to the wings of the plane.
Then leave it alone, it's leaning on the plane, it's more ostentatious, it's more unscrupulous!
This branch, like a wing, leaps out of its trunk, grows rapidly, flourishes, like my life.
The girlfriend came to the house, saw it, and sighed, this branch, what is it going to do, grow from the balcony to the living room!
I laughed and said it wanted to crawl into my bedroom and sleep with me.
I love it so much, it's like my life, from dying to thriving.
It accompanied me and witnessed the miracle of life together.
One day, your life will climb high and change with each passing day.
I'm Dust, thanks for reading
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