Xili, hula, Xili, Hula Outside the rain, rhythmic under.
"Rainy day, rainy day, why?" I looked out of the window and listened to my sister's words. "Today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, how is it all rain -"
In the living room, I saw my younger brother, who was less than one year old, holding on to the wall to practice walking. When my sister and I arrived at school in dad's car, there were less than five people in the parking lot. After a while, the school door opened and we walked in slowly with our umbrella. Sitting in the classroom, I have been looking out of the window at the rain drop, drop by drop on the glass.
"Well, it's an abominable rainy day." I said it in my heart.
The next day, when I woke up, I looked out of the window. "It's rainy again." I'm absent-minded about everything because it's rainy. The third day is still raining, the fifth day is also raining, the sixth day
How come the rainy days are so endless.