毛毛雨

The drizzle fell over his face;

The drizzle was drizzling and the clothes were wet.

Maybe the quiet valley, only me is left;

The guitar in his hand was wet.

--Inscription

Another weekend, rain flakes quietly landed along with the whistle of vehicles. I opened my dim sleepy eyes, and then I was immersed in such a scene. The trees were swaying in the breeze, and the sky was not beautiful, but the rain slapped the window mercilessly... I walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and leaned against the wall, watching the young people on the street who were rushing to catch up halfway. , The corner of the mouth can not help but outline a touch of joy. Haha, this world is beautiful! That umbrella is rendering the whole world with colorful colors; that life is embellishing the whole world with vigorous vitality; that drops of raindrops are enlightening with weak lives those people……

It's drizzling, and travels all over the world;

It was drizzling, and it was about to start again.

Suddenly got wet,

The flying notes filled my chest,

Let it flow, without seeing the shape.

毛毛雨落在他的脸上。

细雨蒙蒙细雨，衣服弄湿了。

也许是寂静的山谷，只剩下我一个人。

他手里的吉他是湿的。

- 题词

另一个周末，雨片和汽笛声悄然降落。我睁开昏昏欲睡的眼睛，然后沉浸在这样的场景中。树木在微风中摇曳，天空并不美丽，但雨水却无情地拍打了窗户……我走到落地窗，靠在墙上，看着街上的年轻人赶到中途赶上。 ，嘴角不禁勾勒出一丝喜悦。哈哈，这个世界真美！那把雨伞以五彩缤纷的色彩渲染着整个世界。生活以强大的生命力装饰着整个世界；那些雨滴正在启发那些人过着虚弱的生活……

下着毛毛雨，环游世界。

下着毛毛雨，它又要开始了。

突然湿了

飞舞的音符充满了我的胸膛，

让它流动，而不看形状。