Indus rain

I am a phoenix tree, an ordinary phoenix tree. Tick, tick…, the sound of rain falling on the leaves, circling around the ears regularly and rhythmically like the sound of nature. At this moment, my heart is as calm as water, standing between heaven and earth, integrating with it and having a special charm. I LOVE RAIN. I don’t know when it started. I used to just like it. I don’t know when it has turned into deep love. I just haven’t noticed this love myself, it is deeply rooted. The ancients said: the nature of Phoenix is not the phoenix tree. It expresses the noble and pure aspiration that the young will not live together with the birds. There are also people saying: every leaf of the phoenix tree falls, and the whole world knows autumn. It tells people the information that the fall of sycamore leaves has arrived. Even the rain of Indus in autumn leaves rendered Tang Minghuang’s deep love and bitterness for Yang Yuhuan. I never thought that I had so many symbolic meanings in ancient times. Listen to the patter of rain quietly. I suddenly remembered you around me a year ago. The baptism of a rain brought an unexpected and deserved encounter. Experience the wind, sun, rain and snow with you; Let’s breathe the fresh air of soil after rain; Watch the beautiful sunrise and sunset together; See the pedestrians coming and going, feel the changes of the Four Seasons silently waiting, accompanying, without thousands of words is better than thousands of words, there is one more you in life. One day, one month, one year….. With you, 1 minute 1 second feel delighted. Because of you, I am no longer lonely, no longer lonely. When a person is afraid, he doesn’t have to shiver but pretend to survive without fear; He doesn’t have to endure the pain alone when he is sad, just because of you. However, one day when I opened my eyes, there was no longer your figure in my eyes. When I saw the falling flowers on the ground, my breath stopped at that moment. Yes, I was flustered, confused, and trembling all over my body; I was helpless, confused, and at a loss. I shouted, but I couldn’t even hear the shout myself. Yes, I have never owned you, and I have never understood you. The dense rain dripped down on my hair and skin. It flowed down the river and converged into a stream flowing on the ground. I understand that you are just a passer-by in my life. I am sad and helpless because I regard you as my only one. Phoenix Tree and drizzle seem to be the most suitable partners. And how can you understand the injury of phoenix tree after falling flowers? How to understand? The rain became more and more urgent, as if all of them were poured on me, quietly accepting its baptism, and the heart was calm again without waves. This was the highest state of listening to the rain in the Phoenix Tree! I love rain, deep love without reason. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…