Time flies swiftly, like a white colt breezing past a gap; in a flash, the calendar has turned to October 16th.
Last night's rain seemed just like the overture carefully prepared by nature for today's special day, falling drizzily all night long. Even by dawn, the rain strings gently plucked the air, like delicate guitar strings, lingering and lovingly narrating the poetry of autumn.
They say an autumn rain brings a chill!
Indeed, today's weather carries a hint of autumn's coolness; the air is filled with the fresh moisture brought by the autumn rain. The trees in the neighborhood, washed clean by the rain, appear more vividly green and full of life.
Within this fine rain, Qingqing wears a Mei Yangyang raincoat, along with pink Mei Yangyang rain boots, holding Huang Jun's hand, bouncing her way towards the parking lot. Each step creates a "patter-patter" sound, causing a happy smile to bloom on her little face.
As for Weiwei!
