Exit

On a summer afternoon, the sudden rain is not small. I hurriedly hid at the exit of the underground tunnel and waited for the rain to stop. Unexpectedly, when I turned around, I suddenly saw that people were coming up from the bottom of the underground tunnel one after another, along the stairs like musical scores, holding out umbrellas, and then scattering in all directions. A song-like board. But in the face of Chaoliang's life exit, what are they planning? Dream of what? What are you looking at? What's in the mood? They are philosophers of life. And I, didn't I too? A sprig of grass is a little dew. Every exploration is a raindrop and a musical note. Life, because of the many unique notes, can play a prosperous tune.