Stray Birds 310

The smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chantof praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant.
— Rabindranath Tagore

雨中湿润的泥土的气息升腾起来,
像一首来自无声的渺小众生的伟大赞歌
- Don't Panic!

:钢筋水泥的都市,好久没感觉到泥土的气息了……