Philosophical Prose in the Rain

It is raining. Not too big or too small. I saw you in the rain-

You use plastic, oiled paper and oilcloth umbrellas as umbrellas, and almost no one uses them anymore. You walk alone or in company in the rain with a folded or semi-automatic colorful or black-and-white umbrella; Listening to the rhythm of "kicking", the world outside the umbrella is full of refreshing softness. For you, everything in an instant is crystal clear and beautiful; Endless troubles and sorrows, ups and downs. But remember, idle rambling can cover up the ups and downs in the rain, but it also leaves a rambling metaphor. When the rain clears up, can you put aside your leisure and get ready to fight-you're going to sprint!

Wearing a canvas raincoat, you never forget simplicity, luxury and vulgarity; The original intention of firmness, heroism and no regrets once again declares your life spirit. Pragmatic, training will be successful; Implicit, the joy of your harvest is always hidden in your heart. There is a humorous proposal for you in the rain: believe in the integrity of life, beyond reproach; But life is not a dull answer, you just need to bring a little humor; A single color may be difficult to fill a multidimensional solid?

You are in the kingdom of bicycles, and colorful ponchos are the best companions in the rain. Search the table of contents of the timetable, and you may find that you are constantly running around. You are a time-chaser, and you don't attract boring comments by affectation. You are you, why is everyone afraid of crooked shadows? It depends on nature and etiquette. Explore the meaning of nature and avoid the narrow sense of "what should be done"; Nature is not nothingness, not waiting, nor trusting horses. Correcting the course depends on accurate insight; Breaking through the rapids requires a solid foundation.

There may be a big misunderstanding when playing an umbrella, so you can make the best choice. Life is made of clay brick by brick. Is it nice to polish it out of thin air? The most magnificent banquet is also to satisfy hunger, but only to make flashy external decoration? You must find out the truth. When you are alive, you always leave footprints-but you have no intention of showing them to others; Show your uniqueness-all this to make others envy you?

Without rain gear, I occasionally see you walking alone. Isn't it the poet's feelings that guide you to bathe in the rain and yearn for another heart? Sometimes I will be careless. "When you see that the sky is wrong, take your umbrella with you. Don't wait for the rain to come before you hide and run." Occasionally I see you tripping in the street. Isn't it the bitterness of frustration that makes you feel lonely and lingering? Here and now, this scene is like rain and fog. The deceased is like this: there is no need to miss the stream, it is irreparable and there is no need to pay attention. There is no greater sadness than the death of a heart; Handsome, this is the charm of falling rain. I occasionally see you stumble in the rain. Have you ever slipped? Knowing shame is almost brave. Do you know that there is no end to suffering? Everyone is expecting you, and you will get lost; Everyone is looking forward to you, intoxicated in the rain; Everyone gives you their feelings and hopes: a clear and warm heart irrigates your baptism in the rain. "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" Erase the broken old dreams, colorful rainbows are waiting for you.

In the rain, like a net Curtains? All kinds of trees and forests-but they say: peace in the rain, friends-take care.