Hate Bad Weather

Rainy day in Jiangnan The rain fell slowly. First, there was a little moisture in the wind, and dark water marks appeared on the bluestone. Then the raindrops slanted over and fell on the black tiles of the eaves, making a very light sound - not pattering, but rustling, like silkworms eating mulberry leaves. The alley is narrow, with high firewalls on both sides. The walls are mottled and covered with moss. The rainwater flowed down along the dents on the wall, one by one, like the traces of tears. At the base of the wall, the moss is greener and shiny. The stone pavement has been washed by the rain, and thin grass grows in the gaps. The puddles accumulated shallowly, reflecting a small patch of sky, gray and white. Occasionally, water droplets fall from the eaves and hit the puddles. The ripples spread out and the small piece of sky is shattered. The river is at the end of the alley. The water in the river has risen a little and is a little muddy, but it is not in a hurry and flows slowly. The raindrops fell on the river, making dense dents. They disappeared as soon as they fell, and new ones fell again. The stone steps by the river extend into the water one step at a time, and the lowest steps are already submerged. The water surface gently laps at the stones, one after another. Smoke rose from the houses on the other side. The smoke was blue and white, pressed by the rain and unable to disperse. It floated slowly against the tile surface. There is a tofu shop at the entrance of the alley. The door panel is made of old wood and is blackened by the rain. The door was ajar, and dim light shone through. The squeaking sound of the millstone occasionally came out, mixed with the sound of the rain, and it was hard to hear it clearly. There is a coarse porcelain bowl on the stone steps at the door, next to the eaves. Water overflowed from the edge of the bowl, flowed onto the stone slab, and then slowly flowed into the gutter along the slope of the stone slab. No one. There was no one in the alley. There is only rain, falling thinly, densely and gently. It rained so hard that the whole world was filled with water vapor, the bridges and trees in the distance were blurred, and time slowed down. I don't know which window showed a little light, warm yellow, faint in the rain and fog, like a piece of melted candy. It's still raining. Keep going. Concept: The rain is still the same rain, and the alley is still the same alley. What I hate is being caught in the rain alone, but what I like is when two people are hiding from the rain. A Tao couldn't tell the difference in the end—— Do you like rain, or do you like having you when it rains?