The ingenious Sohu Wenpin pointer

On a weekend afternoon, the cold air began to invade the city. Outside the window, it was pouring heavily. The fresh green leaves shone brightly after being bathed in the rain. Occasionally, there were people with umbrellas walking on the wet roads, unaware that someone was leaning on the windowsill watching her. The damp cold brought me a relaxed and pleasant mood. The mist on the window blurred all the scenery. I lit a cigarette, took a puff, and the smoke mixed with water vapor. I recalled that poem: "Wandering alone in a long, long, and desolate rainy lane, I hope to drift by a girl as忧愁as the lilac." Unfortunately, the person who walked by downstairs in the rain was not a girl at all, let alone one with sorrowful worries. With a sigh, I threw away the cigarette and closed the window.