In the evening, Beijing in the rain is indeed beautiful.

The streets have become a long line of countless points of light, the buildings on the street have become jelly of condensed brilliance, and the urban sculptures and lawns have become agitated and restless by neon lights. People are busy, and the subway and bus have entered the busiest phase of the day.

The busyness of the day is coming to an end, and everyone is like an arrow, braving the drizzle to run towards the habitat of their lives, the emotional and spiritual destination, escaping the chaos of society, escaping the pressure of the spirit, looking for inner warmth, light and happiness, and carving a country filled with longing and dreams.

Like a child, I ran down the street.

It seems like it's been a long time since I've been like this, and I've finally burst out with the sunshine, vitality and vigor that is already contained in me.

At this time in Beijing, everything was wet. Pedestrians on the streets, wearing raincoats and umbrellas, decorate the streets in a colorful way. In the shop, I saw a lot of umbrellas.

I asked the bespectacled middle-aged man in his forties, "How much does that umbrella cost?" "Fifteen dollars."

It was a green and white striped flower umbrella, simple and elegant. I didn't even fight the price, so I bought it. Holding an umbrella, I began to appreciate this long-lost Beijing.

The small fruit stalls on the street are covered with plastic sheets, haircuts, clothing, shoes, cosmetics, typing and photocopying...... The signboards of various small shops have been washed clean by the rainwater. My face was wet from the rain, and the pores of my skin were stretching and breathing as hard as I could in the gentle wind.

I didn't get in a car, I held an umbrella and huddled in the crowd of people coming and going on the sidewalk.

My steps were very light, and I felt as if I had no end of strength in my body. The air is filled with the breath of Beijing, and the familiar and friendly Beijing accent echoes in the ears. All this has alleviated and healed the "incurable" wounds in my heart at this moment. I feel like I'm going back to the carefree days I had when I was in school many years ago...... Yes, at that time, I was as simple and enthusiastic as the students in school today; For society and human nature, under the pedantic foolery of the "theory of sexual goodness", he looks forward to it kindly.

At that time, although I lost my mother, after all, I still have my father, a relative who can be trusted and relied on; After all, there is still a home, a sky that belongs to your own emotions. But now, after a lot of suffering and suffering, when I return to Beijing again, everything has changed.

The so-called love that I once worked so hard to manage has collapsed, the simple and beautiful vision has been shattered, and even my father is no longer a father, my mother is no longer a mother, and I am no longer me!

But at the moment I am in a very good mood, after all, the heart that is on the verge of collapse finally has a chance to relax and improve.

In the rain, I became a wildflower that asked God for a little red, a little yellow, and a little white, and I struggled to squeeze out a little lonely incense. I know that I am now intoxicated with oblivion, like dirt in silence.

A trace of dark shadows that had not yet been cleared, under the impact of the great pleasure of getting rid of the nightmare, suddenly shattered and disappeared. The sound of bells on the bicycle was chaotic, and the hoarse and helpless screams of the cars trapped in the crowd.

I was intoxicated by it all, infected.

Unconsciously, I found that my identity as a wanderer was really incomparably affectionate and touched in my heart. While enjoying Beijing, my eyes moistened. Tears mixed with the humid air adhered to the rain on the skin of the face, and there was no need to hide it at all, everyone was damp. I let the tears flow and flow......

The wet and shiny sewer lids beneath my feet, the rain-soaked PO boxes on the side of the street, and the street trees that still drip water are all so in line with my mood. As I crossed the street, I saw the red men and women at a Korean barbecue restaurant across the street looking cheerful and enjoying the delicious food.

I could no longer suppress the urge in my heart and made a decision to forget everything about the past from now on.

When the night had completely fallen, the rain was heavier. The sound of wind, rain, whistle, and noise mingled and screeched against my eardrums. Suddenly, a kind of pain roared: for Beijing, I am not a returnee, just a passerby, the young man who sits and watches the clouds fly, laugh and watch the flowers bloom and fall-

It has withered forever on the campus of Beijing Normal University after a storm like cherry blossoms.

I put away my umbrella and walked slowly down the street with my bag on my back, drenched in the rain.

Look at the glittering raindrops in the beams of the street lamps, look at the streams flowing in the deep grooves of the patterns of several special colored bricks with different functions on the sidewalks with special passages for the blind at your feet, watch the drizzle fall on the leaves of plants, on the pavement of asphalt roads, on the advertising light boxes all over the streets and alleys, and then gather into streams and flow in the rain pipes of tall buildings.

The extremely humid air, which had cooled down, was unreasonably unbelievable to my choice, soaking every organ and even my pores. My clothes quickly became soaking wet and clinging to my body, making me almost unable to move my legs.

I'm still stubbornly walking.

Taxis rolled their wheels and sped down the road, mist and raindrops fluttering in the beams of the rear lights. My brother and sister would mostly slow down next to me, just in case I needed to beckon to get on the bus. I didn't even look at them, as if I didn't care about everything around me, and they had to leave disappointed, and a big splash of water splashed on my trouser legs.

It was as if I had lost my physical senses, and I subconsciously repeated the movement of moving forward.

The usually noisy and noisy streets are now bathed in the night rain, and they seem so empty and silent. Only my slender, lonely and stubborn back, like the only survivor in the world after a devastating catastrophe, meaningless, silent, boring, and had to move forward in solitude, just moving forward......

I suddenly felt like a sheep that had been slaughtered, hollowed out of all its internal organs, no longer possessed thoughts, no longer had emotions, and was left cold and stiff in the freezer, without any value or meaning to myself as a life.

It was almost dawn, and I was finally standing in front of my alma mater again.

I was shivering with cold, but I tried my best not to let myself shiver violently. Looking at the watch on my wrist, it was almost five o'clock. I stared at the gate of my alma mater and was truly lost in thought......

It wasn't until dawn that I took a taxi and went straight to the hotel.