raining, raining, still raining

All the day, i stayed in the bed on the pretext of the raining. Blankness in mind, together with the cold weather, added my laziness. Forcing myself to ignore the headache homework, i plunge into concering Yu Qiuyu who attracts me in the few days, after i read a book about him. very regret, i read his works before, paying little attention to its profound meaning. When i reread his works, the situation is totally different. His talent and knowlege is beyong my imagination. With the factor of genius, passing through the hardship and hardworking, he reached a tremendous achivement in literary. The book about him is wrote by his student who is a postgraduate of him. She presents a more vivid teacher for the reader and recalls his teacher's affection and help to her, which made me think about my teacher. I don't know how to express the complex feeling when i am facing the other student praise his or her teacher. and it differ a lot.

raining, still raining, outside, but i hope my heart is not raining.

whether tomorrow is raining, who cares? i care.