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Taste of Rain (Some days ago, it rained.) ------------- Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary 平靜吧, 悲傷的心腸! 停止你的訴怨; 阴雲背後依然是閃耀的太陽; 你的命運就是大眾的命運, 人的一生必然會接受一些雨淋, 有些歲月必然是黑暗又淒涼. --H.W. Longfellow 朗費羅 Who has ever known the taste of rain? Sweet, bitter, sour, or spicy? I'd say, it's colorless and tasteless. I've known it twice. Maybe more, but the most impressive occasions are these two: The time gap is 10 years. 10 years in a flash! Or as Tang poet Du Mu put it, "10 years is as short as a dream in which i just awakened..." Full of courage and passion for a girl in her early twenty who knew not how high the sky is and how heavy the earth is. She threw herself into the storm rain, severely crying for love (and no love). The lightning split on her all-wet body; the rains flew into her eyes, noses, mouth. what's rain and what's tear? She couldnt tell . Neither did she know the taste of rain...To her warmth when she did the crying in the rain, when her love carelessly drank inside, a stranger stepped out and up, with an umbrella, embraced her into a warm chest and the shelter...She would never forget...the warmth fm strangers is also unforgettable. Getting old, courage and passion fades (yet still survives) in a thirty something woman who knows the immensity of the universe and complexity of things. Guarding from slipping into storm and fire. She got caught in a small night rain, on a hill next to a lake. Walking fast, closing eyes, the rain dripped down on the face. She stretched out the tongue to lick it ‒as well as to taste love - Yet so worldly she is! She's no longer the stormy girl. Immediately she retreated her tongue upon the thought that today's rain is polluted, not as pure as before. A mocking smile. She began to run and two dogs frightened, coming out fm nowhere, barked at her, running after her...So, this time, the same, she did not know the taste of rain. I'd tell her: the rain is colorless and tasteless, on this cloudy day. It's a spring day. No, more exactly, I am in a winter of spring, the winter conquers our spring after we enjoy several days of spring time. It's cold, windy, but, no rain. Would I have another different taste of rain? In another 10 years? Huhh… pic. bridge in rain 
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