What heavy rain in those years is hard for you to forget?

At that time, the heavy rain in Beijing was so heavy that it rained Xiaoice. Lightning and thunder, wind and rain. A lot of places are a little flooded.

I'm brushing up on questions in my room. The lights outside the window were bright, and I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to watch, there were couples hiding from the rain under the eaves, some cars parked to watch the rain, and the circle of friends also exploded. But I didn't even eat dinner, and I felt so miserable.

Orders for two takeaways were refunded. At that time, EX was away on a business trip, and I promised to come back, but I was still in a meeting until six o'clock. I was so angry that I turned off my phone, wiping my tears and swiping my phone.

The more hungry you are, the more you can't sleep. At half past eleven, someone suddenly knocked on the door, and Mr. Yi took me into his arms with sweat and dust, "Today is not over yet, I haven't broken my promise." I rolled into his arms and shed tears.

Mr. Yi took me to have supper, and went to the alley to explore, there were many puddles on the road, Mr. Yi kept carrying me, I lay on his shoulder and blew on his ear, kept making trouble, laughing at him for not washing his hair, he bluffed me "throw it in the trash can to sleep for a night, see if you are still skinny". I wrapped my arms around Mr. Yi, lying on my shoulder, and it was Mr. Yi's taste all summer.

Rainstorm days are arguably my favorite weather. But it also brought me a lot of bad memories, every time I would have joint pain in rainy weather, I will never forget the experience of drenching my backpack on the dockside on a rainy day a few years ago. But I'm not really sure if it's by the dock or where, and I've forgotten a lot of things in the past few years.

Of course, in my opinion, on a rainy day, it is a happy thing to close the windows, listen to the thunder and rain, and take a nap under the covers. "Listen to the thunder in the silence, and there is a sudden silence. ”

Around 8 p.m. in the summer of '14, I remember that there was a lot of rain that year. At a relatively large bus stop, crowded with more than 20 people with umbrellas, I held a piece of paradise. Waiting for the bus, it just doesn't come.

The rain was so heavy that my heavenly hand began to leak, and I always thought that my umbrella would not leak. After waiting for more than 40 minutes, I found that I was soaking wet with an umbrella. Later, I found that it was nothing if I was soaked, and people had to learn to enjoy it.

There was a big river on our doorstep and we lived on the embankment. One summer, after a series of heavy rains, the river swelled, and many melons and fruits washed down from the upstream. People on the street have tied long poles to net pockets, standing on the bridge to net melons, people line up from the south bank of the bridge to the north bank of the bridge.

I squeezed into the crowd and watched watermelons, melons, noodle melons, and cucumbers being fished up, and I felt like I saw a miracle. But the raging river made me dizzy, and it seemed that I was going to fall off the bridge at any moment, but I was not willing to look at it, and I thought that I would fall down, because anyway, so many nets would always catch me up. When I grew up, I always felt that it was a dream, full of sweet melons and fruits that made people dizzy, so I had inexplicable feelings for the rainstorm.

However, there has never been a summer like that again.

One morning last year, I went to class and it rained heavily, and the school was built on the slope, and the concave road surface basically became a small river, or the kind of water flow was particularly turbulent, and everyone walking in the school on this day was soaked through the basic shoes. So we sang the school song happily while swimming against the current on the campus that became a world of water: "I am a leaf boat, you are the boundless sea, the boundless dripping sea, facing the wind and rain, stepping on the waves, I sail to you!"

After two years of enrollment, I finally understood the true meaning of the school song.

In the summer of 2014, I picked up the train ticket with the male ticket, and suddenly it rained, and we were drenched in soup, smirking face-to-face, and finally hit the train, and the water on our bodies soaked the seats. When I think about it, I feel that we were all so young in that rainstorm.

Lyrics. Back to the original starting point in the memory of your green face.

We finally came to this day with the old ** under the table.

Countless memories are connected Today the boy is going to the girl's last appointment.

Back to the beginning, standing in front of the mirror awkwardly tying a red tie knot.

Comb your hair into an adult, put on a handsome suit, and you will be more beautiful than you imagined when you see you later.

I want to go back to those years and go back to the front and back of the classroom seat and deliberately ask you for gentle scolding.

Permutations and combinations on the blackboard Are you willing to untie who sits with whom he loves her again.

The heavy rain that I missed in those years The love I missed in those years I really want to hug you.

Embrace the courage to miss out on the fact that I once wanted to conquer the world and only look back at it in the end.

Every drop of this world is the heavy rain you missed in those years, the love you missed in those years.

I want to tell you, tell you I haven't forgotten that night was full of stars.

A promise in parallel time and space When we meet again, I will hold you tightly.

Holding you tightly and going back to the original starting point Standing in front of the mirror in a daze.

Clumsily tie a red tie knot, comb your hair into an adult look, and put on a handsome suit.

I will see you later than I imagined, I want to go back to those years, go back to the classroom seats, deliberately please you and scold gently, and arrange and combine them on the blackboard.

Are you willing to untie who sits with whom he loves her.

The heavy rain that I missed in those years The love I missed in those years I really want to hug you.

Embrace the courage to miss out on the fact that I once wanted to conquer the world and only look back at it in the end.

Every drop of this world is the heavy rain you missed in those years, the love you missed in those years.

I want to tell you, tell you I haven't forgotten that night was full of stars.

The promise of parallel time and space will meet again.

Hold you tightly, hold you tightly, the heavy rain that you missed in those years, the love you missed in those years.

I want to hug you, I want to embrace the courage to miss out, I once wanted to conquer the world.

In the end, I look back and realize that all the bits and pieces of the world are the heavy rains that you missed in those years.

The love that I missed in those years I really want to tell you that I haven't forgotten.

That night the sky was full of stars, and the promise of parallel time and space met again, and I would.

Hold you tight, hold you tight.

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