When I first went out, the sky was just full of clouds. The sky is just like a child's face, and it's just like a child's face, and it changes. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Just ran less than two kilometers, how to do? Obviously, there are only two choices, either insist or give up. However, think about it, in the world of adults, how to give up the word?
The first thing I did was to go back into the rain, and then I went back into the rain.
In my memory, this is not the first time I ran in the rain. I remember the last time, or a few months ago, at the end of winter and spring, when it was cold. In retrospect, there is a big difference between the rain then and the rain now.
The winter rain is quiet, as if the heart of the young woman with a grudge, from the sky down, I can not say is her tears, or heart blood, full of murderous air. The winter rain is small, but very fine, and cold fear of people, running, hit in the neck as a knife cut.
The summer rain, such as the strong man, said to come, said to go, never dragged the mud, passionate and unrestrained. Lightning, thunder, a wind, dark clouds as if the trick is general, in a moment, the achievement of a scene of ups and downs, fast and furious music.
Whether it is winter rain, or summer rain, in the rain, there is always a different feeling. Running in the rain is like running in another world.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the dense raindrops have turned into a rain curtain, making it impossible for me to see the road ahead clearly. The sky was like an open mouth, a brain leaks down, as high-pressure water gun poured on the body in general.
At that moment, the people on the street fled in all directions, panicked, and in a moment there was no trace of them. I was the only one left around, running in the rain, tirelessly running. Suddenly, I was curious, in that moment, clearly obtained the ultimate freedom.
The hustle and bustle of the previous moment was transformed into a different kind of tranquility, and at that moment, there was the sound of rain falling on the ground in my ears, as well as the sound of rumbling thunder that came and went. I think, that is a completely independent world, because there is no interference from others, the world has become so big, no border, enough to accommodate everything.
And the other time, the world was so small, without a single person, that I was unconsciously isolated from earlier. The small me could only feel my own existence, and see that loneliness deep inside.
Obviously, this is a separate world that I usually find difficult to relate to.
Thinking about the past days, the people around the people, hustle and bustle, once let me bored, but it is difficult to break through. I had a deep suspicion that I lacked the courage to be firm; I once looked around, but there was nowhere to go.
So, I had to curl up and stare, mixing in the crowd and walking in silence. Because of the restraints, I couldn't run . I have never given up firmly to be myself, but everywhere interference, there will always be countless voices mocking, questioning or suppressing.
I exhorted myself to be quiet and practice, to look at everything outside with one heart, and always believe that the world is deep in the heart. I found that all of this is nothing more than a dream bubble, for which I had longed for a moment of tranquility, the body is lying in a slightly tired body, how dare I talk about the soul?
So, I began to let myself run, try to run in the running with their own dialog; in the running, tortured their own souls and conscience; in the running, to expect an old self die, to meet a new self come.
Running in the rain, I was able to put down all the distractions, footsteps, step in the water, splashing a splash. The splash of water in the rain and bloom, and the rhythm and rhythm of the footsteps, fleeting, like Zen.
At that moment, I believe that there is no other flower in the world that can match its splendor. Although it is so short, fleeting, fleeting that it makes your heart ache.
Just like that, that body of flesh carrying the soul, running in the rain, no pain, no sadness. Ahead is the occasional bright lightning, surrounded by the sound of gargling rain. Just in time, one could go and listen to oneself, the heavy, rhythmic panting, the friction of flesh and soul fusing with each other. Sweat and rain in the full fusion, perseverance and abandonment in the bloody edge of the fight, at that time, everything is not noble, only that running and stubborn soul.
Running in the rain, as a different kind of awakening within themselves. I do not give in, but everywhere to remind myself to speed and perseverance to overcome the cruelty of the rain mercilessly, and then to overcome themselves. In this world, when the real victory over themselves, in the face of bad luck and poison can be invulnerable, I need to destroy, bloodless.
Running in the rain, I do not despair, I go to pray, everything in the storm perish or get new life. And with the departure of the storm, the world is thus cleansed and brightened. What perishes is only one's own hypocrisy, cowardice, fear, and the presumption of giving up; what regains new life is strength, toughness, indomitability, and unceasing hope.
Run in the rain, keep your mind on the right path, gather all your thoughts on your toes, enjoy the full friction of the moment, enjoy every splash of the waves. There will always be a voice ringing in the ears: the strong will not give up, the weak will, stick to it, will eventually arrive.
So at that moment, my heart with unyielding faith, no longer hesitate, eyes still flooded with light. At this moment, there is only one goal, which is the front. So, in the rain, I tore the fear into strength; I took the loneliness, into faith. And then swinging arms, breaking through all kinds of obstacles, running to, never stop.