The day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the heavy rain poured down, Helan Mountain has been hidden in the vast rain and fog, the night rose from the ground and swallowed, the distant mountains and the short road, and finally even the rain curtain was only left under the street lamp that was a small piece, white and bright fell from the top of the street lamp, splashed on the dark road surface and disappeared.

I knew that the stagnant water was like a poisonous snake winding on the road, but I didn't have the heart to provoke it, walking alone on the side of the road, eating too much tonight, and I could always eat an extra bowl of my mother's dinner. Family affection is the biggest culprit of my obesity, but my mother is always worried that her son will not be able to eat, and the son in his memory is the stick boy who can eat three bowls in one meal, but he doesn't know that his son is forty years old this year, and his appetite has long been incompatible.

Most of the rain in the northwest does not need an umbrella, walking barehead in the rain has always been one of my few hobbies, always hoping that something will fall in the sky, even if it is sand, so many times you can see a shy fat man alone in the rain, or in the snow, or even walking in the yellow sand season, stretching out his hand to take a grain of rain and pretending to wipe his face and unconsciously taste the rain, not very sweet, more salty, snow just forget it, As long as you see the black soot on the snow, you don't taste it at all, sand? As a Northwesterner, if you don't eat a few taels of sand, where is it worthy to be a Northwesterner.

If there is no moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, then give me the rain as a surprise, but I don't know if this rain can last until tomorrow, God willing, you must give me one for the rain and the moon, right?

It seems that the sky is going to give me the moon, raise your head, the last drop of rain falls arrogantly from above the street lamp, you can't let it be too proud, take two steps quickly, open your mouth wide and wait for it below, who said that the destination of the rain can only be the earth? As the primate of all things, I have the right to change nature.

The rain was fierce, and the small drops of water that splashed on the front teeth fell into the eyelids, and although the front teeth were broken into pieces, a small part of them still stubbornly burrowed into the dirt.

Lucky guy! Close your mouth, the rain has stopped, and the poet-like fat man naturally has no interest in wandering around, so he goes home and nests in a chair on the balcony, lights a cigarette and tastes the moonlight before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Without the rain, the poet fat man can only place his feelings on the moonlight, and there are not many eternal things in this world. The moon barely counts the last one.

The wind in the high heavens must be very strong, because before the poet reached the balcony, the moon hung yellow in the air, and the clouds went fast, and the moon ran faster than the galloping horse.

After looking at the poet for a while, he lost his interest, and he was dizzy when he looked at the moon, even if he could pass through the smoke and clouds of history with the moonlight, the poet didn't look at it, there were too many poets in the Tang Dynasty, and most of them were thin, and a fat poet would inevitably get in the way.

Anyway, look at the distant mountains that are as deep as the eyebrows, and the bright moon is a little rhinestone on the tip of the eyebrows. (To be continued......)

PS: After eating, I went down to slip my legs, and suddenly I had the interest of writing a sketch, and when I came back, I scribbled some of it, and everyone just laughed it off.