Once when I went to Wudi, it suddenly started raining heavily. People in small groups crowded into the eaves of old houses to take shelter from the rain. It was raining heavily and the fields were empty. The rain falls along the eaves, tick tick tick. From the perspective of others, the hurried passers-by were sheltering from the rain in a panic, but I thought it was very empty. The rain stopped, and I was not in a hurry to go anywhere. I just leaned against the moss-covered wall and admired the rain in front of the eaves. The old days that have nothing to do with Fengyue will never fade away.
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