At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, it just started to drizzle.
However, the rain came slowly, like a thin gauze, gentle like a the big sister next door.
Looking around, it seemed that there are gauze curtains hanging between heaven and earth, and when the breeze blows, the gauze curtains are swaying and tilted.
In the evening, when the city lights illuminated the earth, the drizzle washed the grass and trees on the street.
The ground was wet, and when it was reflected by the dim yellow lights on the street, hazy halos of different sizes appeared immediately.
The two old men of the sunset red group arrived at the Yan Bao restaurant early, rubbed their old arms and legs that were aching in the rainy day, and asked for a drink.
