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我相信,七月的成都,一定是属于雨的。这段时间的天一直不肯放晴,雨下了一场又一场,橘子给我发来微信:“又下雨了。”几秒后我回:“带伞了吧,我借你一场雨。”又过了几秒,橘子发来一个摸摸头的萌兔表情。我笑笑,也只有她懂我那些不明就里的话。我在等49路公交车,雨在城市的街心飘荡,他的身影在我的心里晃荡——一个月
I believe Chengdu in July must belong to the rain. This day has been reluctant to clear up, rain came one after another, the orange sent me a micro letter: “and it rained. ” You have a rain. “” A few seconds later, the orange sends a touch of cute rabbit expression. I smiled, and only she understood my unidentified words. I am waiting for bus 49, rain floating in the city’s heart, his figure sloshing in my heart - a month