Yuan Geng Original Short Novels Essays Prose
In the afternoon when dark clouds hung low, the wet wind hit my face and hands, like a drop of rain falling on the long-drought loess land. She looked up at the dark clouds and mountains in the distance, her thoughts breaking away from the thick muddy water, and she saw the distinct eyelashes.
This heavy rain came unexpectedly, and the soybean-like raindrops hit the wooden windows one after another. Its music often has a healing effect on people's hearts. She tentatively stretched her hands out the window, and the cool and gentle touch was so real that she felt like she was back in her childhood and experiencing the world for the first time.
The surroundings are quiet and peaceful, and the exquisite mountain village behind the rain curtain is as beautiful as an oil painting. It would be a pity not to realize it is beautiful.
She obviously didn't cry no matter how difficult the days were, but at this moment, she wanted to cry.
Intention: Let your imagination run wild, your imagination will be boundless