It has rained recently in Qingcheng, and the roads have become muddy and difficult to navigate.
After coming out of the private school, Li Qunyu held an umbrella and stepped on the bluestone. The rain was not heavy, and the drops falling on her oil-paper umbrella made a crisp sound. Li Qunyu walked slowly across the bluestone step by step. The bell on his waist swayed from time to time, but made no sound.
It's a dumbbell.
Intention: Don't wait until there are no flowers and branches.