The answer to winter rain

Winter rain, cold to the bone. She is not as popular as in winter. I don't know why, but I don't hate winter rain very much. Maybe I'm really different from others! Another winter, I was wet by the rain. Fortunately, I didn't get wet, so I changed my clothes when I got home. It rains in winter, and it is really cold. But who knows how many unforgettable stories happened in the winter rain! It is warmth, parting, joy and melancholy. I can't remember what happened to me in the winter rain at the moment. Maybe I should have forgotten it a long time ago. Maybe it didn't happen in winter at all. I don't care now. Accustomed to living alone, one gets wet.

From junior high school to college, from work to now, every winter, I will occasionally walk down in my shirt and feel the breath of winter, especially when it rains, and I must be integrated with it. For Zhouyi, I made a big taboo, saying that autumn harvest and winter storage. In the eyes of ordinary people, I am not a psychopath. Still a person! A person with feelings.

Winter rain will tick like summer rain, but it can keep her pride and persistence. She is her, slim and graceful, irrepressible and unique. This is the story I want to pursue, the answer I want, she can tell me, tick ... a little bubble ... (omit 2000 words in the next paragraph)