The Moment He Entered the Room，The Moment of His Room - Entry

It was a rainy afternoon. The sound of raindrops hitting the windowpanes created a soothing rhythm, and the dim light in the room added a touch of melancholy. I was sitting in a corner, lost in my own thoughts, when he entered the room.

As he opened the door, a gust of cold air rushed in, carrying with it the fresh scent of rain. He stood there for a moment, his silhouette framed by the doorway. His hair was slightly wet, and water droplets glistened on his coat. He took off his hat and shook the water off it, then slowly walked into the room.

The moment he entered, the atmosphere in the room seemed to change. It was as if a new energy had been introduced. His presence was both calming and electrifying at the same time. I looked up from my reverie and our eyes met. There was a brief moment of silence, and then he gave me a warm smile.

He walked over to the fireplace and crouched down to light a fire. The crackling of the burning wood soon filled the room, and the warmth gradually spread. He sat down on the couch opposite me, stretching out his long legs. We started to talk, and his voice was deep and resonant, like the sound of a cello.

As we conversed, I found myself drawn to him. His stories were full of adventure and wisdom. He told me about his travels to far - off places, the cultures he had experienced, and the people he had met. Every word he spoke was like a brushstroke, painting vivid pictures in my mind.

When he entered the room, he not only brought the freshness of the outside world but also a sense of comfort and connection. That rainy afternoon became a precious memory, all because of the moment he entered the room.