Gone the rain days

It was year 2000 when I came to Guangzhou for further education and then settled here, like the people of the western provinces of China I came here, dreaming of a day of standing out. But this is not a friendly city the right moment I saw it. You can find all the characteristics of the developing countries in this southern city, intensively populated, noisy and high rate of criminal.

And this rain day is so different with that of the village where I was born and raised up. It s a rural village nearby the ocean and surrounded by green hills. When come the rain days, the hills in the distance will experience a brand new shower. Leaves of the plants covering the hills shine with green after the rains. But sometimes the hills will be covered by vapor after heavy rains. This vapor is so different with the fog found in Guangzhou, which make you want to hold your breath. But the vapor makes you want to breathe freely. You can chose to enjoy such view of rain days leisurely by standing by your window. But you can also spend it lavishly and wildly. And football game with my friends in the beach is the right one to do so. We shouted; we run; and we hugged when we got one hit. And rain is the partner that applauded us. The heavier of it, the more exciting we were. But such time has gone. Most of my rural friends left the village, to get rid of the rural life, to be peasant or to be fish man. And we seldom get together playing games ever since. Fades the yesterday forever!

Life in Guangzhou is not easy, no matter when you are in campus or in work. And the happiest moment in Guangzhou is the campus days, although sometimes felt perplexed, especially the rain days.

I am the kind of person that shows no much interest in class. Thus I cut classes often. But I did not spent the time on digital games, which many of my friends addicted to. Most of the times I stayed in the library, reading, writing and thinking. And when the rains day come, I would choose a seat nearby windows. The rhythm of rain would relax you after a long time of reading. I saw them falling down on the leaves; I also saw them cleaning the roofs and walls of buildings, that stand the history and weather all kind of tough times. And reading in the rain days become the perfect food to soul. It makes all our easily corrupted minds stay calm, resisting temptations fooling our life away.

Most of the rain days in campus were peaceful and happy. But those that spent with my girl friend are the freshest memory in my mind. We would hang out on the rain days. I still remember the slow walks under the umbrella and the quiet streets with the rains in the evening; the talking over snacks in the restaurant along the street, watching the motion of people and traffic. All resides in my mind and grow as time pass by. Love bounded us together and nourished us just like the rain to the trees and grass. But such days have gone, from the day she was forced to leave China. Never did we expect it would end suddenly. And we never see each other from that day. Right now on this bus the rain is still on. The wind is also blowing. The rain drops rolling down from the glass, just like the tear drops rolling down the face. And I am the only viewer of the movie outside of the window. No one accompanies me but a bus of strangers