Wet eyelids, affectionate eyes moving.

The glass curtain wall is a masterpiece with changing patterns.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom and dancing with the wind is intoxicating.

When I was a child, I liked to get wet in the rain and felt refreshed.

Occasionally in hot summer, in Hechi.

Swimming with the rainstorm.

Maybe I am too obsessed with the rain splashing in Qian Qian.

The rain is not big, soaked the skirt, and more is meditation.

Unrestricted urchin, running in the rain.

The schoolbag behind him is vaguely like Van Gogh's oil painting.

Under the umbrella of lovers, it is the most touching melody in the spring rain.

Magpie, the singer on the branch, be quiet.

Anxious, carefully crafted by the guardian with wings spread.

Castle in the air, loyal company.

A pair of lovers who never leave, a nest of hope.

Love can stand the test. Keep, endure loneliness!