Collection of Old Kings

At this moment, the rain suddenly fell outside the window, pattering, just like an evening in middle school. At that time, the author sat quietly under the eaves, looking up at the rain rising from the clouds and falling to an unknown place. After writing this, I suddenly didn't know what to continue writing, so I simply stopped writing. Come to think of it, the thoughts that have just been accumulated in my heart are just lurking around a corner in the future, waiting to meet me unexpectedly. Life is like a message, floating like dust. It's a blessing to be able to leave some pen and ink and scribble down some fragments. It would be better if you are willing to spend some time walking into this scenery when reading. I hope you can rest here for a while and then move forward with more care.