Hide here see rain

I like rainy days for a long time. It rained, and the rain trapped people in the classroom. The class became extremely noisy. This was the warmth that rainy days gave us, but I loved the blockbuster cold and cheerless that he gave me so much. I like to hold an umbrella and walk alone in the drizzle, passing through trees and wind, and passing through those people who laugh, worry and complain. Raindrops hit the umbrella cover. I watched the wind, the rain and the world quietly under the umbrella, just like a woman who lived in Yingying thousands of years ago. She was a household, a folding paper plum umbrella, wearing a thin sweater, apricot flowers and spring rain, Jiangnan always thought that rainy days should belong to the alleys in Jiangnan, a oiled paper umbrella, a bluestone Road, and a graceful woman in Jiangnan. Or, it was the foggy river, a horizontal slanting pulp, an old coir coat and an old man fishing along the river. At this time, I seemed to follow the poetic style as I walked alone. Whenever it rains, the fishy smell of soil in the air will make me feel warm. The air becomes wet, and even the smell smells good. Although it was in spring, the fine moisture was always a little cold. As Tian Wei said, I am a person who liked to hide here and watch the rain. I always stood by the window habitually, as if blowing the wet sea breeze, I think of some fragmentary words and stories, and the inexplicable flying of my mind. Such weather reminds me of many moist summers and many unexpected encounters and departures. Maybe it was the meeting in the spring rain in the past, maybe it was a picture about rain that I saw in the book when I was a child, or it was a summer when I learned from the ancients that I was born with smoke and rain, because of my mood, being touched for no reason others complained about that damned rainy day, only I loved it so much, or I loved countless familiar afternoons, the fragrance of grass in the air was not strong or faint. People say that people who like rainy days are sentimental, and my rainy days are particularly clean, just like my life, wet rain and fog, without trace Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Youth, some pain

The silent night was filled with the unique flavor of the soul, and the overflowing thoughts were like being summoned and surging. At this time, there was no difference between opening eyes and closing eyes, and the jumping heart had already passed through by thought. Ignorant and happy childhood, sunny and sour youth, like a movie, constantly flash in my mind, scene by scene, lighting the smoke of emotion instantly. After a messy experience, I cut it constantly and got hurt. The passing time did not allow the Wanderer to be gentle again, but walked in front of him hurriedly. I thought that I had already wasted the journey of studying in a mess, and submerged in the ocean of books with the so-called upward pace every day. They didn’t ask about the outside Affairs of the window, but only went to the public expectations. However, it may be doomed that the heart of youth remains. I don’t know when to start dreaming. The Dream related to youth is very ignorant and ethereal. It is said that the young heart is very soft, even better than the spring water, because sometimes the young heart only needs one eye expression, even if it is casual, the ripples will not stop rippling. How can we understand the cause or effect of the social world without experiencing it. In the year when I was dancing like a young man, I was imprisoned in the book room, and lied to myself that I didn’t care who I looked like. One day, two days, one year and two years, the unfolded city wall finally collapsed in the long-term self-deception. However, everything today is no longer the past. From then on, the red dust faded and the Sea of Flowers lost. Without the earthshaking wail, the shuttle years continued to move forward. After going to college, I fell in love with the dark night, or looked far from the fence or leaned lightly against the bed head. No matter what the purpose was, it was so peaceful. Put down everything in the daytime, lurking in the night, quietly confronting yourself, confronting yourself in this fancy age. Thinking, it is hard for young people to quit fickleness and temptation is so ostentatious that they may be careful not to confuse beauty. But even if I did it, I stood under the roof of the University alone, watching the days withered like petals in my hands, and the dreams I once had broken one by one. Could it be that the reason why the cold window lasted for decades was to witness this ridiculous thing! Sometimes, things that are too precious can also make people think about insomnia, tossing and turning because they are unwilling to let the water flow in the mood of love. Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…