Under the gray sky, many school buildings are in the rain. It is raining outside the building. Fine raindrops fall from the sky, such as the "minggen silver line" in Ji Bolun's group songs, shuttling between the windowsill and the trees and grass. Rain pounded the building, smashed it to pieces, and sent out misty smoke, which enveloped the whole campus and made people feel more peaceful, mysterious and romantic.
The leaves were washed brightly by the rain, and through the thin light smoke, they reflected the light of oil green. By the wall of the yard, under the green trees, a row of colorful flowers are floating in the rain. The rain penetrated the soil and dug up the fragrance of the warm spring sun.
It's quiet outside the building, except for the light melody from everything when the rain hits; Mixed with the sound of reading from time to time in the building, it echoed over the campus for a long time.
It was not until lunch time that this silence was broken by large and small flower umbrellas and greetings from teachers and students. Handfuls of flower umbrellas fly like butterflies between the canteen and the teaching building. People under the umbrella are in pairs, strolling leisurely in the misty rain, chatting about gas, ancient prose, ideals and gossip. Those who find good friends will be a little slower. The music in the building drifted outside, and people walking in the misty rain enjoyed the rare leisure this afternoon.
However, not everyone likes this romantic nap. Looking at Yonglu again, several teenagers were exposed to the rain and chased and played in the puddle under the light rain. The white sneakers splashed with water, and the sportswear on them became mottled because of the infection of rain. Beads of rain hung on the hair and fluttered gracefully in the smoke, and every young face shone with an unruly smile. The crisp and loud cry suddenly sounded over the campus and stopped suddenly after a few seconds. When people were surprised to find the source of sound, they found that teenagers had already stepped into the building and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
A teacher hurried to the entrance of the building in the rain, and his coat was stained by the rain. A student stepped forward and raised his umbrella over the teacher's head. The two men said something, and the umbrella handle was pushed around in their hands. With a kind smile, the teacher walked away with an umbrella. The students handed their umbrellas to the teacher and walked to the teaching building in the rain. Suddenly, there was another umbrella on his head. He turned his head and found that he was a good friend.
In the misty rain, in Jingjing's campus, books, youth and friendship all melt in this drizzle, drifting away like smoke, becoming more and more blurred and clearer.