雨淅淅沥沥地下着,天灰蒙蒙的,人也仿佛跟着沾染了一层阴郁的色彩。我撑着一把花伞,很郁闷地走在路上。我讨厌手里这把和自己年龄不相称的老气的花伞,便将它向前倾斜,遮挡住脸,默默地盯着脚下的路,任不快的小情绪漫无边际地游荡。真是想不到,我竟会在雨里滑倒!尴尬之余,我挣扎着想要爬起来。突然,一双黄色雨鞋停在我面前。鞋的主人蹲了下来,我看 Under the rain, the sky was overcast, and people seemed to follow the gloomy colors. I hold a flower umbrella, very depressed walking on the road. I hate the old-style umbrella that is not in my hand at the age of my hand. I tilt it forward, cover my face, silently stare at the road under my feet, and my unhappy little mood wanders endlessly. Really can not think, I actually could slip in the rain! Embarrassment, I struggled to get up. Suddenly, a pair of yellow rain boots stopped in front of me. The owner of the shoes squat down, I see