Diary of a walk in the rain 1

Rain on Sunday, April 20

Early in the morning, a few clouds drifted across the sky, and then the silky clouds It started to rain lightly. It's still drizzling, and it's still beating rhythmically, so cheerful that one can't help but want to find out.

Holding up the umbrella and walking outside, the rain flew down quietly, but made an unusually clear sound. In the mist, the rain seemed to be heavier for a moment. I thought of those wild flowers and grass, and couldn't help but worry, can they withstand it? With a little more concern in my heart, my pace quickened. The rain is really beautiful, so beautiful that my heart almost melts. I am intoxicated by it all. For a moment, I had a strange thought: Could it be that this rain has magical power and can make everything extra pure? Is this what God gave her? A gust of breeze blew by, bringing me back to my senses. I started running and saw wild flowers and grass. Oh, they were all good. I don’t know whether the rain set off the flowers or the flowers decorated the rain. Everything seemed to be extra energetic, with a kind of beauty that could not be found in ordinary days. The raindrops fell on the petals and rolled down casually, like naughty children...

I suddenly made a move, which even made me feel strange. I moved the umbrella outside, just in time to cover the flowers from the rain. Am I trying to protect the flowers? But, does the flower need my protection? The water is still dripping down, as if broken pearls are falling one after another, crystal clear, changing the special scenery. I leaned down and sniffed the wild flowers, and an unprecedented fragrance flowed into my heart. I seemed to see that everything had been melted by the rain, leaving only the original innocence. I spin in the rain, listen to the music from another world with my heart, see all the beautiful things in the rain with my heart, and feel the tranquility left behind after the pursuit of mist...

I don’t know if I am covering up the wind and rain, or if the flowers are trying to challenge the wind and rain. No matter what it is, whether it is under an umbrella or in the rain, we can feel the infinite charm that the rain brings to us... ... Diary of a Walk in the Rain 2

It’s another rainy day. Early in the morning, it started to rain mistily, but a strange sentence came to my ears: "Let's go to Wutongshan Park to climb the mountain and exercise!!" Oh my God! It's still raining. Walking in the rain, hehe, you are so imaginative!

We came to Wutongshan Park in Shatoujiao Town with a lot of exclamation marks. As we walked, we enjoyed the scenery of Sha Tau Kok. Sha Tau Kok is now different from what it used to be. It's not just the high-rise buildings that are going up. Moreover, beautification projects were also done. Sha Tau Kok is really getting more beautiful day by day.

After a while, we arrived at the foot of Wutong Mountain. This Wutong Mountain is like a huge landscape painting, but the mountain in the painting is lifelike, and every tree is vivid and vivid. I was so impressed by it!

The rain fell one after another like broken beads, hitting the umbrella with a "pop" sound. It seems to be saying: "Welcome to Wutongshan Park"

The mountain road is very flat and I don't feel tired at all. It's like walking on a flat road. Big trees stand on both sides of the road like warriors. Colorful flowers surround the big tree. Green grass dots the mountains. The mountain is still surrounded by layers of thick fog.

When I climbed to the top of the mountain, I had an indescribable feeling, breathing in the fresh mountain air. Suddenly, I felt that every cell in my body was beating.

At noon, we admired the pastoral scenery and enjoyed the beauty of nature, which made me reluctant to leave.

When going down the mountain, the overlapping peaks were instantly surrounded by heavy fog, and the peaks were looming in the thick fog. A wonderful meticulous painting is formed on the horizon. This world is really full of wonders!

It’s really necessary to open the door, I’m still a little reluctant to leave! Wutong Mountain, you are so beautiful!

The sky is gray and a bit overcast.

The rain is pouring down, floating in the wind, scattering, flying, and shouting.

A man held a lavender umbrella and walked alone by the wet lake in the afternoon. There are still a few persistent people fishing in the rain by the lake, but the fish are not very big, but they are still very interested. Yu seemed to be laughing at why they were so infatuated.

Wild grasses surrounded the dark purple morning glory, which opened weakly and stood. I want to walk again and again.

Perhaps it was because I had a cold, neither the long shirt nor the jeans could make me feel completely warm. The hand holding the umbrella was so cold. Maybe, maybe because it rained today, maybe because tomorrow will be the beginning of autumn, maybe.

I want to walk again, maybe the road ahead will be easier, maybe there will be better scenery waiting for me, maybe it’s something else, someone else, or something else, like this The goal is blind and firm, I want to walk further and see further places

Look, look. What is that, what are those?

Look, look at their graceful and enchanting looks, look at their colorful colors, look at their stubborn and seductive looks in the water. The hibiscus in the rain made my heart beat suddenly.

The green lotus leaves are their seats. They are golden, snow-white, light pink, rose red, and thousands of them are open so generously. If you look closely, you can vaguely see their tenderness. The light yellow stamens in the buds. Haha, shy, delicate, beautiful, and there is a toad on the lotus leaf. What is it thinking about? Haha, who knows.

The sky suddenly opened and the sun came out. I was so excited that I saw direction and hope.

Finally, after dozens of days of sweltering heat, God showed mercy and it began to rain "tick-tick" outside the window.

The raindrops danced a beautiful waltz and "flyed" to the ground on the wind. After they drew beautiful straight lines in the sky one after another, they suddenly "smashed" to the ground like meteors, and a crystal clear water splash emerged from the water on the ground. In the rain, the small trees raised their heads towards the gray sky, and the grass opened their smiling faces to the rain. They were all welcoming the arrival of the rain doll! Seeing this, I couldn't resist the temptation of the rain. I hurriedly put on a coat, picked up my umbrella and rushed into the rain. I wanted to try to walk in the rain!

Raindrops are a naughty little thing. They love to fall heavily from the sky and land on my umbrella without any bias. Whenever this happens, the beautiful "tap dance" of raindrops will be played on the umbrella. song". When the small raindrops that fell on the umbrella slipped from the smooth surface of the umbrella and dripped into the puddle under the umbrella, they disappeared completely as if they had used invisibility. I held my umbrella high, like a mushroom standing alone in the woods, feeling inexplicably free. How many steps should I take? ! So I moved my long legs and shuttled through the dense rain. When I dropped my foot, I "stepped" into the puddle on the ground and made a splash of water. Looking up, I found that in my line of sight was a curtain of rain that could never pass through. It covered the buildings and made the familiar scenery in the distance suddenly blurry. At this time, a gust of cool wind came, and the small raindrops changed their direction and floated with the wind. They pulled out straight diagonal lines in the air, and then playfully fell into the embrace of the earth. The small tree beside the road was busy nodding its thanks to the wind, and accidentally shook off the water droplets sitting on the leaves. The water droplets hit the ground heavily, leaving watermarks on the ground, and then disappeared. , leaving only the trees sighing in the wind.

And more rain fell on the cement floor, just one drop or two at first, and then the rain became heavier and heavier, with thousands of raindrops falling on the cement floor. Gradually, more and more water droplets accumulate on the ground, forming a small stream of water flowing downwards. If they meet another stream of water, they will merge into a large stream and work together to flow toward their goal. In the rain, earthworms, who are shy by nature, poke their heads out of the soil and accept the baptism of rain. They squirmed slowly in the rain puddles, as if they were using the rain to wash away the dirt on their bodies.

The timid snails also tentatively stretched their soft bodies out of their shells. They crawled leisurely on the wall, as if they were having a great time, and you couldn't help but want to catch one and play with it.

The light rain is still falling. You see, under their washing, the grass becomes greener, the trees become greener, and the grapes become more watery, like the little girl's watery eyes... But the rain is still falling endlessly , it also shouted: "Tick-tock-tock..."

The rain continued intermittently from morning to afternoon. No, I was eating dinner when all of a sudden, without warning, it came again.

After my mother finished eating, she stood up and said to me in a normal tone: "Eat quickly!" I took a few mouthfuls of porridge and nibbled a few mouthfuls of steamed buns. "I'm full." I helped my mother clear the dishes, picked up a big umbrella, and went downstairs.

"The rain is really heavy!" I said. Mom opened her umbrella, and we held it together and walked in Courtyard No. 5.

Although it is not too late, there are not many people walking in the rain after all. "Is the usually noisy No. 5 courtyard quite quiet?" I thought to myself.

"Xue'er, listen, what does the rain sound like?" My mother asked me suddenly.

I thought for a while and then asked: "What kind of rain are you talking about?"

"Just this kind of rain!" Mom said immediately.

"It's like throwing sand on cellophane." I was so whimsical that I really had nothing to say, so I had to deal with it this way.

"Look, hibiscus tree!" Mom's eyes were shining with a strange light for some reason.

I looked carefully and saw that the leaves of the hibiscus tree in the rain were rolled up like mimosa, but the flowers were blooming in the rain! Then I remembered that my mother had guessed the hibiscus tree to be a locust tree, and said angrily: "Didn't you say this is a locust tree?"

"When did you say that?" Mom paused and said, " I remembered. I was wrong, this is a hibiscus tree."

"Oh" I replied.

"Yeah!" My shoes got wet again. I was wearing beach slippers. There are hundreds of holes on it. It looks like a small fish swimming in the water. A few holes let water in and a few holes come out, and the distribution is quite reasonable. In this way, my whole feet can be filled with the fragrance of summer rain.

The neon lights standing in the rain are so tall now. They are reflected on the ground. The shadows hit by the raindrops are like the radiant sun, like the shining star clusters, like the bright and gorgeous fireworks... …

It’s getting late, the rain is still falling, and Courtyard No. 5 is still so quiet. My mother and I cuddled under the umbrella, walking home...

The sky is gray of.

One step, two steps, I slowly went down the stairs. The hourglass of time seemed to be blocked, and everything seemed endless.

Jiji. A few crisp bird calls broke the silence. The corners of my mouth raised unconsciously, and I felt countless warmth in my heart. Following the sound, several light figures were running around in the woods. What a beautiful picture, why haven’t I noticed it before? It feels like walking into a paradise, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

I’ve been so annoyed lately. Since I entered high school, I have always been thinking, but I always can't get the answer, I always can't understand, and I feel bored and panicked. My head seems to be in a mushy state, and all my thoughts are being cut out and confused.

The bougainvillea beside the wall is extremely lush and full of green. Although it looks very ordinary, it is the city flower. Perhaps it is its strong vitality that makes it stand out. No matter what kind of flower or plant it is, it has its own unique beauty and its uniqueness.

The trees on both sides were very tall, covering part of the sky. I just walked quietly under the tree. A word suddenly came to mind - glitz.

Walking on the road in the evening, the streetlights emitted a faint light, the horns of vehicles coming and going kept honking, and men and women kept passing by in a hurry. And I, alone, looked at the sky in a daze: Why are they in such a hurry? Why do you have to put on a thick disguise every day and smile in a flattering and forced way?

For me, walking along the tree-lined paths with my friends and waiting leisurely with my family for nightfall at dusk is my greatest happiness. Although I also have material pursuits, what is more important to me is the fulfillment and abundance of my spiritual home. I don't like the complexity of intrigues, and I just want to live a plain and valuable life.

It’s raining. The rain fell on the trees and on me. The corners of his mouth rose slightly again. I like to get wet in the rain. No matter if I am happy or depressed, I like to enjoy the feeling of being in the rain, laughing softly or running like crazy.

I walked quietly in this quiet and peaceful world. The rain washes the dusty earth. A huge drop of water fell from the swaying tree and hit his arm, as cold as if there was no temperature. How can rainwater have temperature? I smiled stupidly.

No matter how the falling rain fell on my body, I could still hear the clear chirping of birds in my ears, and the rain was still falling in front of my eyes. Looking around, I was the only one standing alone in the huge campus. Is there someone in a corner that I can't see who appreciates the beautiful scenery like me? In the past, I was most afraid of being alone. Even if I went out for a walk, I would have to grab a few friends because I was afraid of the feeling of being alone. This has been the case since I was a child. But now, I am walking leisurely alone without any loneliness. The troubles and sorrows that originally filled my heart fled without a trace in this peaceful world.

The sky is still dark, the birds are still singing crisply, and the rain is still pure. I closed my eyes and felt this wonderful state. Apart from this wonderful picture, there are no other distracting thoughts in my mind. Is this what Buddhism calls emptiness?

Ringing. The school bell rang quickly, and the clear chirping of birds was drowned out and disappeared without a trace. The scenery in front of me was still the same, but I had to speed up and walk towards the classroom.

One dusk in the pouring spring rain, I held an umbrella and strolled along the concrete passage in the town.

The rain was falling all over the sky, one after another but indifferently. I was walking on the road, wondering which restaurant I should go to to soothe my hungry stomach.

Looking around this outer ring road that was so familiar that I could almost recite the names of all the shops on both sides, I stopped for a moment. Chun Yu was like a naughty naughty boy, naughtily kissing my trouser legs and sleeves. , wrapped around my feet, every passing pedestrian walked hurriedly under the drizzle of rain.

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella/wandering alone in the slender/slender and lonely rain alley" Somehow, looking at the continuous rain, Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley" drifted in unexpectedly. crossed my mind.

I was thinking wildly when a cloud of white gas floated over from me. Next to it, in a simple snack shop, the owner was opening the lid of the pot. The steam of boiling water was filling the air. Why bother to get closer? And what about seeking distance? Before I thought about it carefully, I was already heading towards the shop.

This is a simple shop worthy of the name: a few bamboo poles, a few hemp ropes, and a common red, blue and white raincloth on the street, isolated from the owner's house. , there are only three clean and simple wooden tables in the store. With the yurt-like awnings in the night market food stalls, the store seems to be less deliberate and more natural and simple. .

At this moment, thick raindrops were flying in the sky, splashing on the blue and white raincloth, playing a loud spring rain song, on the top of my head and in my ears, it seemed that It's within reach, but it seems far away in the sky; it seems noisy, but it also seems rhythmic. I feel like I am surrounded by the sound of rain, swallowed up, swaying...

What a melodious spring rain song! I couldn't help but listen to this fairy sound coming from nature in amazement.

Eating the usual plain noodle soup and listening to a rain song coming from a distant alley, even though I was sitting in a corner of the shop, my mind was already beyond the realm of things.

Isn’t life the same? When you ignorantly pursue materialistic needs, when you cast the moonlight on the exquisite Great Wall, the convenient modern enjoyment, and despise the furnishings in nature that you thought were crude, do you realize that you are deliberately pursuing these things? , just ignore the most natural enjoyment?

Yes, human beings are too blind. When we follow the long tour group and wander around the crowded famous mountains and rivers, in addition to pressing the shutter, you also feel how much the joy of nature is. ? You can press key codes on your mobile phone freely and skillfully, and you can send "E-mail" skillfully. At the same time, you have lost a written letter, the naturalness, kindness and joy of reading letters. You live in a fashionable new home. While you have a sense of security, you are also bound by a caged bird. You are deliberately squandering your daily necessities, and in the process, you have lost the leisure and comfort of being a common people.

It is raining all over the sky. Is this simple shop on the edge of the city something that can only be found in three-star or five-star hotels? This common red, blue and white raincloth creates an irreplaceable sound that is irreplaceable by glass tiles. This song of rain depicts so much unimaginable beauty and warmth!

In fact, you don’t have to pursue anything deliberately. Accepting the natural life is the most authentic taste!

When I was a child, I didn’t like rain very much because I couldn’t go out to play when it rained. I had to wear heavy rain boots when it rained, because when I walked in the rain, I would be stained with mud... I just remember that it rained. One good thing is that you can spray people with a toy gun like a prank. When I grow up, I understand a lot. I know what rain is and where it comes from. I also know that rain has been the favorite of literati and poets since ancient times. They compare rain to cow hair, fine needles, and flying birds. Snow...they break the rain into drizzle. misty rain. Dry rain. Linyu... They write about rain, "rainy rain is falling", "small building listens to the spring rain all night", "drop by drop until dawn"... all of them are rain. So, I began to appreciate the beauty of rain.

I like walking in the drizzle the most. The raindrops floated thinly on the face, giving people a slight coolness. The raindrops gently touched the clothes, dense and soft, making people feel a ray of warmth welling up in their hearts. In the rain, I walked alone holding a flower umbrella, quietly watching the rain falling in colorful colors, quietly watching the rain scattering diagonally, quietly watching the rain covering the entire sky and occupying the entire earth, like smoke. Like mist, like a dream, you will feel that everything around you is so peaceful and soft. So, unconsciously, there was a sense of maturity, a sense of purity, and a sense of contemplation.

When you are in a bad mood, you most look forward to the downpour. You endure the sound of rain hitting your eardrums and watch the layers of rain curtains wash away the earth. The worries in your heart seem to be washed away along with the mud on the ground. There was a sudden surge of pride in my chest. The heavy rain is just like the ups and downs of life. After the storm, a colorful bridge will appear. Standing in front of the window, watching lightning and thunderstorms, watching the "waterfall" tilt, and letting the strong wind blow, all you have at this time is a majestic and heroic spirit. When everything returns to calm, you will have a heart-stirring mood.

The best thing in the rain is listening to the rain. The ancients observed various charms in watching the rain, but they did not know that listening to the rain also had its own unique charm. Close your eyes and listen to the heavy rain, which seems to be playing a majestic symphony; listen to the light rain, and think of the beautiful line "big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate" written by Bai Juyi; listen to the sound of rain before going to bed, and feel vaguely, It's like playing a lullaby; when you wake up and listen to the sound of rain, you can't help but feel like "you know how many flowers have fallen". The sound of rain is noisy, the sound of rain is sharp, the sound of rain is like a spring, the sound of rain is like a whisper, the sound of rain is like a waterfall, the sound of rain is like a loud song, listening to the rain in the rain is wonderful without words.

Rain is a magical thing. It can make people feel sad and fearful, and it can also make people have the heroic spirit of holding wine in the wind. It can give people both warmth and enthusiasm. It has the charm of a small bridge and flowing water, but also has the momentum of thunder.

Listening to the rain and watching the rain are all indispensable; heavy rain, light rain, each has its own state. No wonder the ancients had a special liking for rain, which has kept its charm and charm for thousands of years. So, every time it rains, I want to say: What a rain!

Outside the window, the rain kept falling, silently weaving into a thin veil like smoke, enveloping the heaven and earth. A few strands of rain occasionally fell on his lips, cool and astringent, and a sad feeling hit his heart.

He held an umbrella and hurried home. Only the sound of rain could be heard in the alley, and a gust of cold wind blew in his face. He shivered. At this time, he saw a black figure in the corner slowly squirming, and at the same time made a hoarse and low voice: "Help me - please -" He quickly walked over, helped the old man up, and with the help of the weak light, I saw the old man's face clearly. "Why is it him?" They were really enemies, and he remembered what happened a year ago.

One afternoon a year ago, it rained heavily. He was riding his bike home and found the old man who had passed out at the intersection. He sent him to the hospital without saying a word. The old man woke up and grabbed him. He was so angry that he turned blue. He had no choice but to give 50 yuan to the old man. He vowed to never mind his own business again, but today, alas! Why is it this old man again?

"Good people - help me -" the weak voice came again. He gave the old man a contemptuous look. Humph, this kind of person is ungrateful. He raised his head and looked at the fog in the distance. He seemed to see the old man's cunning eyes in the hospital again, but at this moment, what he saw was a pale look. He stepped up and left. What was left was the old man's heavy sigh. He took a few steps forward, and the old man's weak voice came again, and his heart softened a little. yes! No one can make mistakes without being a sage, but... he was afraid that the old man would cheat again. His thoughts were wandering, and he felt at a loss what to do when he saw the pitiful appearance of unreasonable people in front of him.

"Please, help me!" Two selves emerged in his mind, one said: "Look at the old man helping him like that!" The other said: "You deserve it if you can't help him! "His mind was fighting fiercely. Finally, he sent the old man to the hospital. "What's your name? Where do you live?" the old man asked. "I'm the one who took you to the hospital last year," he said. The old man was stunned, tears bursting from his eyes.

The rain was getting heavier. The old man looked at his retreating figure, guilt welling up in his heart... Diary of a Walk in the Rain 3

Walking in the drizzle, smelling the sparrows Whispering, I see dogs walking around rocks, and suddenly encounter strange roads, I am happy to go.

The trail is winding and bumpy. The sky was milky, like more milk had been poured on it. Some gentleman planted some flowers, plants and trees by the roadside. I approached an unknown small tree. Its dark hair was messy, and they were pushing and shoving each other. There was only one long branch hanging down to the ground, hidden by the grass. It was the so-called "puffy tree". A child learns fishing."

The raindrops are crystal clear and clustered on the branches, like a large piece of shiny fruit. If you can grab a big handful and pour it straight into your mouth, your body will definitely be very happy! A gust of rain and mist blew in, covering my feet. I suddenly wanted to soar into the clouds and mist, and do whatever I wanted. It seemed that I could reach the sky with one leap, and that with one stomp of my foot, I seemed to be able to summon wind and rain and scatter beans into soldiers.

After the rain and fog, the grass seems to be much lusher. The grass is green and yellow, black and purple, dark brown and light white, bright red and tender green, the colors are mixed and countless, which makes people dazzled and amazed. The grasses are always close together, like mangrove snakes keeping each other warm. Little by little, they swallowed up the withered flowers, covered up the tracks of large and small cars, and climbed up a smooth and round soapstone, showing infinite vitality.

Suddenly, a burst of rain came along with a storm. Large swaths of raindrops flew in swarms and overturned in the arrogant wind, flying all over the sky, like thousands of bees, cruising around in search of Food is like countless flying birds, attracting friends from all directions.

After a while, the rain became much lighter. The rain is pouring, intermittently, just like this. The ancients said: "People are painting pictures", which is absolutely true.

I then returned the same way and returned to my warm home. Diary of a Walk in the Rain 4

"Hey, it's so annoying, having to go to school on a day like this!" I was sulking in my heart.

Heavy rain - no, pouring rain, that's what is truly sudden. Before I knew what was going on, huge raindrops hit me all over my face. There were many vegetable sellers around here, desperately rushing into the rain to rescue the poor vegetables that had become soaked in the rain.

The red light came on and I stopped.

I looked around absentmindedly, and accidentally spotted an aunt wearing a raincoat, riding a tricycle, and holding a big umbrella, selling apples. Those apples are so tempting. If I hadn’t brought any money with me, I would have bought a few.

"Bah, bah, plop!" First, the two apples fell out of the car together, and then the aunt screamed - the car overturned.

Perhaps because the road was too slippery, the aunt couldn’t push the car up even after trying it twice. Instead, she pushed the car into the middle of the road, where the right-turn lane was blocked.

Several drivers poked their heads out of the car windows and shouted, the horns blaring echoing the driver’s unpleasant yells, and the aunt’s face turned red with embarrassment, just like the tempting apple. She hurriedly pushed the car up with all her strength, and hurriedly picked up one red apple after another.

"Now passers-by are taking advantage of criticism!" I muttered, "It would be great if I could go there and pick up a few." At that time, I saw with my own eyes a few children taking away a few apples.

To my surprise, several women picked up the apples that had fallen at their feet and put them in the tricycle; the vegetable vendors also realized something and dropped what they were doing. Also help pick up the apples.

The driver behind stopped honking, as if he was afraid of disturbing this beautiful scene.

When the green light turned on, I crossed the road, picked up an apple, and put it into the tricycle. Thinking of what I had just thought, I couldn't help but blush. Diary of a Walk in the Rain 5

Walking in the rain is such a poetic and picturesque thing. One evening, after dinner, I started my walk again. I walk alone between two rows of trees, and occasionally one or two cars fly by. I watch the tired birds returning to their nests that I never tire of, and quietly enjoy the sunset.

Along with the sunset, it suddenly started to rain. The light raindrops fell on my clothes, hair, and the ground. I thought of a Picasso abstract painting. , the tiles of the houses were beaten by the rain, as if it was a prelude before the heavy rain came.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and it turned out to be lightning. Along with the lightning came a bean-sized water droplet, which was "tit for tat" on my face. I wiped it with my hand and it was very cool. At the same time, I also realized that heavy rain was coming.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, my hair was wet and "white spots" appeared on my clothes. I had to take shelter under a shop. But heavy rain can't make me go home.

The rain was so heavy that the tiles had been cracked, and the iron sheet in front of the store was also being beaten. The scenery in the distance was covered by a bead curtain.

Each raindrop is like a child jumping down from the sky naughtily. As soon as it hits the ground, it bounces into countless small water droplets and disappears, leaving only circles of swirling ripples, but also Disappeared soon after.

At this time, I suddenly had another childish idea. Can I make a crown before the water disperses? Thinking about it, I stretched out my hand and tried to start. Maybe God laughed at my stupidity. At this time, I couldn't even catch a drop of water. I shook my head, took back my hands, and gave up.

The rain gradually stopped, and I walked on the path again...

At this time, I suddenly remembered that I had written such an article when I was a child, and the teacher suddenly approved: "Romance is good, but you have to be careful about catching a cold!"

I boldly retorted at this time: "Romance is good, but if you don't catch a cold... you may... sneeze!"