Love waiting

The small town was enveloped by rainy night, and the colorful lights were blooming. The elegant rain reflected the blurred colors and touched the vertical and horizontal annual rings of the city. It was ethereal and remote, graceful and light. The splashing rain of the galloping car wetted your clothes, while your Thousands of thoughts were flying in the floating flowers and rain, which was still the path that met him, it is still the charming weeping willow on the roadside, the passers-by walking in a hurry, and the small town which carries your life and growth gently opens the small window in your heart, the wind in late autumn touches this simple and elegant heart with a hint of refreshing and coolness. Quietly, I concentrated my heart and looked far away. In the night, I enjoyed the quietness and serenity of the night alone. I really wanted to wave goodbye to the complexity of yesterday and carry the happiness of two people with silent waiting. The past like a dream and smoke, it often makes people feel the time flowing. I don’t want to deliberately interpret the spotted traces left by time. I am worried about the loneliness and tranquility. Silent thinking will suddenly give people an epiphany that suddenly hurts the past, or be pulled by the sensitive and sentimental thoughts greedily, or freeze the feeling of being broken in the abyss of sadness. However, the time of the world of mortals has gone to sleep dimly. For more than 40 autumn, winter, spring and summer, the silky gray hair secretly climbed up your temples, walked through the alley of life, and halfway through the journey, those youth passing like bright fireworks, it has already accumulated into the graceful feelings in the bottom of my heart, combing the light joy and sorrow of the secular world with the rain, and looking for the once colorful flowers in the mottled memories of the fleeting years. I sigh with emotion that you are a little afraid of the years, and you are in a hurry, with a flick of a finger. Sometimes when the wind blows, I dare not walk alone. I don’t know who will pursue persistently or who will wait eagerly before you come back, everything seems to slip away quietly. The autumn rain rested, the night breeze was clear, the red sleeves sighed lightly that the moon was as old as before, and the gazing eyes were scattered in the recalling of the nib. Once we met without words, the flow of the rhinoceros was in the dim light. Walking on the boundless road of life, he lowered his eyebrows and asked himself softly, was it still that colorful alley in the rain? Is it still the scene of playing in the rain one after another hand in hand? Yes, everything seems to be in my mind. After a journey full of flowers and flowers, the time is beating leisurely and rolling in the world of mortals. The blurred youth has already settled in the bottom of my heart, firmly stranded in the depth of my memory. Maybe there are soft wounds, warm pains, and sour astringency. However, you are devoting yourself to your life goals, filtering fierceness and vanity, and returning to peace and detail, you have already been used to running around in memory, and the time that flows away in a hurry has become boundless. Walking alone in this deep rainy night, picking up a bunch of fragrant rain, praying and thankful for the giving of life. With the breeze and bright moon, holding the high mountains and flowing water, the mixed thoughts are deposited in the clear and shallow words, let life be more real and happiness pervade every space. You carefully cut the most beautiful moment of yesterday, copy it in the Life diary written with great concentration, raise the fervor in the deep of the eyebrows and leaves, the flowers are not withered, but turned into falling red and more graceful. Buddha said: one flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi, one season, one autumn, one smile, one dust, all of which are a state of mind, that is, the whole world. When I was strangers to the dust mirror, I cried with tears, and my face and look were also Shining. I stretched out my hand and swept my long hair slightly, letting my melancholy drift away gently in the autumn wind with the dust, and I would miss and trace of devotion, there are also those unomelable bits and pieces accompanying him, which are copied in warm words with ink incense. The raindrops fell down on your cheek, making you relaxed and happy. The beautiful music came out from the roadside shop, which was his favorite song to sing to you. Suddenly the whole body warmed up, yeah, no matter how far he goes, he is always in your heart. In fact, there is no need to pray for the everlasting love from day to day. Maybe you just need to wait far away. 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