After dusk, the hustle and bustle of the city seemed to fade a little. Unconsciously, a rain began to fall quietly in front of the window where the wind was blowing. It fell on the sea of people and on the street corner where the lights were flickering. On the road of the four seasons, time is flying, we are in many times, facing the morning breeze and warm sun, many times, accompanied by the breeze and clouds, there are also such years of cold winter, looking forward to the falling snow in our hearts, but ushered in a drizzling rain. - This city is not as cold as the north, nor as vast as the mountains and seas. In many of the scenery along the way, there are still colors of the past wandering, probably not listening to the rain for a long time, when the ear sounds ticking, the heart is like a moment, but also quietly a little more quiet.I think that when the New Year's Day is approaching, a winter rain has drenched the complexity of the world, washed away the tiredness of the road, and let people wait for the arrival of the Spring Festival in the morning and evening of life. - Evening and evening, a rain in front of the window, no sadness, no sigh and regret, our mood, in different years, has different sadness and joy, but at this moment, this rain falls in the world, it is shallow like silence, and all things, let people listen to it quietly, look at it also happy.