雨天■胡晓蝶转眼又是一年,四季的轮回又回到春天。清明,这个让无数人默默感伤的节气又一次将人们拉入缅怀和回忆之中。在那个尘土飞扬的十字路口,我默默地鞠躬,我知道他看见了会笑的。不远处,火蛇冉冉地吞噬着张张绿色的冥币。眼中感到热热的,心里闷闷的,却没有哭。我知道,看到我,他才会快乐。 Rainy Days ■ Hu Xiaodian blink of an eye another year, the four seasons of the cycle back to spring. Ching Ming, the solar terms that let countless people sentimentally sentimental, once again bring people into memory and memories. At the dusty crossroads, I bowed silently, and I knew he’d seen it laugh. Not far away, the fire snake swallowed a green Zhang Ming money. Feel hot in the eyes, my heart muffled, but did not cry. I know he will be happy to see me.