Rain, thinking

Rain, thinking

Tonight, the drizzle is quiet, the pillow is a song of love flowing far away, and the dream is full of love waves. In the summer night, there is no wind and quiet waves, the light rain is falling down without thoughts, the heart is also like a lonely rain curtain, and there is no floating, and the little rain lines gather together to form a stream, everything is still safe. The difference is that the former sweet and sweet is being washed away by the drizzle layer by layer, passing through the warm heart, and flowing to the strange corner reluctantly. On the beach of rainy night, with an umbrella and a full body of moonlight, I strolled slowly on the gray coast, letting the quiet sea water swing around, circling the ripples in my heart. The coast is also permeated with orange light shadow and light warm fog curtain. The coconut trees on the shore are still standing high without asking the cold and warm, and the tropical plants are also developing wide leaves specially, with his jumping mind, he gathered the naughty raindrops in the orange light, pouring out his missing and sorrow carefully. The vicissitudes of the fleeting years are finally wandering between hope and disillusionment, and ruthlessly carving the rib of the years. Everything is so warm and peaceful, lonely person! Please don’t worry about the rain any more, don’t pray for the gentle comfort of the drizzle, open your palm to feel the truth of the rain, feel the flowing stream of the rain line, and open the rain curtain that hurts you, dip your finger into a drop of Qinxiang color, redye your life, smooth the astringent waves, and keep a quiet fragrance alone, which makes the sad night rain take away the annoyance in your heart and refresh the stranger road of Ming Dynasty. The coolness of the rain fell on my heart, which was more or less peaceful and soft. I also rushed away the full sadness, shook my head reluctantly, frowned and picked up the bitter smile at the corners of my mouth, following the old creases, slowly calm the mind to comfort the deep or shallow ravines. There is no loss or gain, but I still want to be lucky. At least life selflessly gives me happy and passionate moments, although it is as short as a gorgeous party in the long river of life, short and dazzling, but its aftertaste is enough to make me chew this life, thank life for giving me another happy fantasy, and make my Wings of Hope insert strong and colorful sails, flying over a beautiful and sweet slide. The drizzle murmured, the rain fell gently, the music converged into trickle, thousands of hammer hit, evolved a constant law, things have no desire to do, and let nature take its course. No matter how colorful, passionate and touching the stage is, it will eventually be the fate of gorgeous fireworks and clouds. The helplessness of reality has been doomed to an eternal and lonely fact. The sound of rain at night, picked up the thread of memory, lingering thoughts, pieced together a little bit of fragments, rendered the air full of reverie colors, missed you in the moonlight, picked a light of wine and green, put on a purple dance dress, let the fragrance of roses comfort my loneliness, and use red wine to fly and dance with all my thoughts. The lingering rainy night! The blue sea is boundless and the fine sand is surging, but it can not shake the sorrow on the other side. By the window and the fence, you can sing and drink alone. That dreamy person! It seems that I pass on my love to the moon, or I see the moon smiling and charming, which is my deep love, yearning and blessing. Tonight, the drizzle is quiet, with a lovesickness flowing far away, rubbing the love of children, putting the people far away into the unruly illusion, accompanying me to dream, the Rainbow on the horizon! The long drizzle for us to meet! Weave the bridal chamber for our seclusion. Light songs and skirts dance all night long, rolling in the world of mortals, thinking about the moon in front of the window on a rainy night, the Dream Sea leaves and boats are free and carefree. 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…

Night

Spring elimination snow 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…

Only if the first sign of life

Trees outside the building move, flying red and disorderly. Spring comes and goes again, how much expectation, how much laughter, and several layers of piles of English falling on the heels. When the window is lightly closed, I cannot bear to overlook the scene of spring. Slightly shake the sleeves of the shirt, brush away the dust and customs, take a seat on the piano table, gently touch it, spring and autumn on the stream, wind and mist Bodhi. Spring breeze comes back to lift the gauze curtain, and the melody is circling and floating hair. Around my heart, I look up to the sky to express my feelings. The yearning for you is so popular that I wear the world of mortals several times. Those who turn their wrists are sober, shaking and playing drunk dreams. Wan Yun knocks open the door ring of memory, notes lightly step on the trace of time, thoughts one after another to the sky, flying and flowing into falling red, petals rain floating in the world where you and I live. Those complicated faces in the melody, familiar or strange smiles flashed one after another, like duckweed floating lightly, hurting the sad heart passing one after another. It is indifferent to the passing water, which contrasts that the call of your singing in my ears gently Ripples Through My Heart Lake. Your smile overlaps in my mind, showing the slide show full of spring. The waves washed out the floating sand, leaving glittering gold particles. I don’t know whether the encounter with you in this life is a blessing from several generations. The joy of the past did not flow away at any time, and it was deposited in my treasure bag one by one. Every short parting is a pain that cannot be hurt, and the fragile heart cannot bear the continuous loneliness. A moment of waiting feels that there is a long way to go. Only in the clear rhyme of the rain hitting the banana, let the dream stop at the other shore where you are, and gently breathe with you. Turning mountains and rivers, meeting you is the most beautiful world in my life. Since then, intrigue, paper umbrella dream, I stand in the wind and rain, looking hua ge swing River, feel you wind Willowbank tenderness. Handle, leisurely walked past and you story tufted footprint. Like two grains of stick together of dust, fall in each other’s soft Huai, floating red dust of rhyme, private defends set for the sea. Love in the wind Bloom, love in the rain falling, you always, always in Misty Misty Rain, blossom to my once initially out of beautiful. The moment of happiness and intoxication engraved my brightest spring scenery and moistened my lonely heart. This life, only willing to embrace you in my arms, Wan Shou twilight, with watch sunset river, or together in morning dew evaporation, Sunrise Jinxia of Dawn, reading hundred years Zhiqing, tong hua sea constant Kuwata, ask a Millennium Populus euphratica fail juelian. Day as first, Spring Breeze Point fan Mandarin duck lingering. Ray of fragrance elegant, around the body, I micro open eyes, glimpse you dream drifting soul, glimpses of the smile swaying, heartache, catch fireflies floating, and near and far. My heart is holding the breeze, blowing you with fragrant calls and greetings. My hand care Feng’s hand, touch your delicate charming smile. I use wind insects Haw, Brought You My whisper whisper, haunting your ears, coax you sleep, and when you wake up. I know you miss me again. Look at this filled swirling fall flowers, I drink you with deep feeling brewed peach wine. Open your arms and take a deep breath, then you will turn into a Ziyan with the panic rhythm of my heartbeat, fly into my arms, snuggle up and whisper softly. I use warm and sweet wake-up dreams to float you and travel among Penglai in my heart. Over season after season flower memories moisture, I feel your slender hands, is I face of the Wind caresses, sad wipe off. Now, I like read think about a piece of honey, you knowingly smile, xin die Pina fly. The strong feeling lifted the snow-white spray in the heart pool, spreading through the clear and shallow years. Love deeply bloom li, peach blossom, Sky Taohong onto divergent crazy keep the prime. I understand you, know you day and night for clear tears for ego write a paper emotion, know you day and night with smile, thinking of me have a good. While you were away, I of the showed at your visions of slide, love, one point unabated. The silky gentleness in your smile and the shyness like a lotus leaf make time jump directly to the moment when you are, to the place where I am, one inch away. The music is melodious, and the spring Red is played to express the sorrow. The wind danced and dressed, passing through the cold and cool seasons, letting the flowers bloom and fall, and the flowing water passes east. The Love Mountains and Seas accumulated in our world are not affected at all. Even though the fragrance of flowers withered, birds flocked, temples Frost, sweet happiness still ripples in the corners of the mouth. Mo Yan to old, this situation Junior III also hard, you know. Love to enter Huashan mountain alone, climb up and don’t look back. Love to the mandarin duck deep pools, rafting flowers Mo Yan sorrow. Only teach life such as first, Hundred years day phase sits for a. Mountain stream harps crossing, semi-wall love tw Yizhou. The flowing water is long, and it is the softest thing to spend the flowers in your hands. The Ancient Moon caresses lightly, the love is surging, and the powder mist covers the West Building. I am moon, you are a Lone Star, the moon shines in your heart, and the night goes with you. You touch one place Acacia broken shadow, turn into a ray of ghost long gone with long. You nudge West window looking I in the distance, as light si shen read breeze, light blowing long hair fluttering. You quietly wipe a ray of Muscat, disperse black hair, beads drop and purple clothes, long miss, expect elixir of love. And I, in your dreams of Jiangnan, by a leaf boat, sail, in smoke ethereal, freshwater microwave in, walk in and you kill Millennium persistent margin. Ten spring embankment, and running across curl wrapped wrapped silk Bamboo Sound. Dongqiao water, I coagulation Xiao sweet zither playing, way wind, floating to you recession shadows. Meantime, I clothes elegant yun an, to you touch a Jasper flute Chi bound, as first seeing of you, and I in umbrella under Eternal with a gorgeous scenery. As they smoke Red past, such as fly piao ye in air going around. The intoxicated soul holds the future and stays in the dreamlike world of mortals. Your gentle smile keeps a smile for me in the poem. I the unique enthusiasm, in Jiangnan corner for you nursing pure land of contend. Flowers in air dripping, Xiayun from shoulder drifting away, I Gongqing mountain green water, lian zhi Lianli Red Road, Long Love mi deep, admiration wins first. A xi yan rain, half a cup spring, surface blue sky, I have all miss you. Apricot flowers and rain are printed, the water in the center of the lake is dense, and you in the dream are always with me. Summer Flowers will be gorgeous again, and dreams will come to the lotus pond, waiting for the rotation of seasons. I for great III of love, hold you inhabit moments of beauty, and you heart month looks photos, only teach life such as first. Step into next que streamer, into spring flower autumn alternating, lingering every moment, every day every year Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Heart to sunshine

Spring had arrived long ago. Winter finally put away the tail wings of the lingering season. The wind blowing on the face was refreshing and refreshing. The warm sun shone through the west window, making the room warm and happy. It was a good day to have sunshine in spring. In the afternoon, I was drunk in the heart of sunshine and enjoyed a familiar song comfortably. Outside the window, a few birds were playing between the walls and branches, and my ears were clamshell with the sound of chirping. In the corner of the yard, several roses made the fragrance left for a winter into flowers and mushrooms to touch the breath of spring. I always want to have a sunny mood and present a warm smile to everyone, which is not in vain of the meaning of happiness in the net name, but the log of space actually goes against my will, many of them are full of depression. At this moment, I feel a little sorry for my friends who come to my space. The real me, like to laugh and chat with friends, things at the ends of the world are nonsense, I don’t want those things that I don’t like to wrap around my heart, and drinking tea with friends is my greatest pleasure when I am free, people who play with me are 66 years old at the highest and 13 years old at the youngest. Ha ha, you can learn more experience that you don’t know when you are with old people, and the youngest one, I can go to pester him to teach me how to play chess. Life? Pay attention to happiness every day, right. I don’t have a beautiful house or a beautiful car. There is nothing if I don’t find some happiness. That’s miserable! My husband went out early and came back late every day. His skin was dark in the wind and sun. The imprints of years were engraved on his face early. He was tired, but it was not written on his face. A plate of small dishes and a glass of mellow wine are enough for my husband to sing a melody without rhyme. In this way, my life simply goes through the clash of bowls and chopsticks day by day. In the eyes of successful people, this is a manifestation of nothing! I don’t know who has tested it. The memory of a fish is only seven seconds. The fish will not remember the trouble after seven seconds. May I am the happy fish in real life! In spring, my heart is facing the sunshine, feeling the soft beauty of spring, a wisp of wind passing by, a flower blooming, a bend of Willow Green, a touch of green grass, and the fragrant spring years. There is sunshine in the heart, and every day is bright and charming. Let the heart run in the wilderness of Qingfen, or walk, or sit, or shout, or stretch out your hands to hold the sunshine tightly, let the temperature of sunshine warm the whole body, or touch the soil with rolling, and gently smell the fragrance of the soil. There is sunshine in my heart, and there is also a romantic feeling in the swirling rain, hiding under the colorful oiled paper umbrella, watching the rain falling down to the Earth, moistening everything and moistening my heart. Listening to the rain knocking on the window glass, knocking on the rubbles, the rhythm of slow harmony, a clear and crisp sound of Lai Lai is gentle and clear. In everyone’s life, there will be stumbling, and the road of life will always continue. Don’t grieve for the past, don’t regret for losing. No matter how life is, we are always working hard, fighting hard, finding reasons for ourselves to be happy, throwing away those tedious past events with smiles, filling our hearts with sunshine and making the journey of life, passing by worries, passing through happiness, accompanying the stars and traveling with the four seasons. It is good to borrow a word that the water is bright and sunny, the mountains are empty and rainy, and a ray of sunshine is left in my heart, and the world will shine in front of me! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Wind, I want to gently say to you

It is the season when cherry blossoms bloom again. Full sakura petals, with the warm sun in May whispering softly in the wind, I seem to have turned into a charming pink petal just last year today, you are the only netizen I left in the vast sea of Internet at first. I remember at that time, I just applied for this QQ number, and the chat started from that time. At the beginning, adding you was just because your name and signature of personality were flying and endowed with poetry, that is, the wind took the cloud away and I Am the Wind. You are a cloud, maybe you are a colorful cloud. In this way, we became netizens. And I can’t remember how long you have been silent in my chat box. During that time, my daughter went to college in other places. Apart from commuting and finishing housework, I used the Internet to fill the gap in my heart. I have added a lot of netizens, and I can’t talk until I say a few words. Delete, add, delete again, it is my common practice. I am more bored. Then, I thought of you again. I clearly remember that it was Sunday noon. The sky is not beautiful, and the rain is in succession, and drops are strung into regular silk threads, dancing in the empty sky. The wisps of slender rain were just like silk, gently tearing the dust in the sky. My mood is also like this weather. In the helpless mood, I opened QQ and clicked on your avatar, but you were still silent. My loss adds to the icing on the cake. Just when I hesitated and wanted to leave, your avatar finally flashed. I was delighted to knock the flying gray butterfly and saw: for the olive tree in my dream, don’t ask me where I came from. My hometown is far away, why are you wandering? Wandering in the distance, wandering in my heart, unconsciously surging a kind of unspeakable long-lost kindness. Time flies like a shuttle, singing together with the rain outside, ticking endlessly. I am also chewing the warmth that I have forgotten for many years. Since I saw your message, I know that you don’t surf the internet very much. While in my spare time, I like reading the words of space, reprinting articles that I think are superior, and no longer chatting with netizens. The days are like the spring water in the river, flowing murmingly, gone forever. I am also in such a time, waiting for the future I don’t know? Therefore, reading online texts is my only sustenance. On another sunny weekend, I turned on the computer as usual and watched Su’s vicissitudes prose “A Lotus waiting for love”. Just read a paragraph, I saw you. I very happy. You said: Hello, olive tree! I said: Hello, Feng! I’m glad to meet you. I also like Sanmao’s words, especially olive trees, so I left a message for you. I saw it, thank you Feng! This is the record of my first chat with you. You are totally different from others. No nonsense, clean and neat. The feeling you gave me was subtle and kind. There was an unspeakable mystery that attracted me unconsciously. Later, you found that I reprinted a lot of logs. I remember that after the article “man’s domineering and tenderness”, you wrote me a sentence: use your literary talent to write your own diary, feng likes reading, which is your humble encouragement. I gradually picked up the ink that has been put aside for more than ten years. I quietly put the gratitude and enthusiasm of the heavenly daughter spreading flowers in my heart. After your message, I wrote a Willow insert to prevent Chun from knowing that we are silently on the journey of life, create an eternal spring with your heart and pen! Later, I tried to write mood proses until today, such as listening to the spirit of rain, keeping that innocence, I am a drop of water lying in the spoon and so on, more than 200 articles. Despite stumbling, childish and clumsy, there are a lot of shortcomings. But you are patient to read every article, and you are not patient to pick up other words and sick sentences for me, or write your thoughts on my dialog box one by one. Every time I see those pertinent and sincere suggestions, the warmth in my heart is always pouring out, and the touching and gratitude are mixed in it. One year is not long in one’s life. But for me, it is different. This year, I was very happy and had a free and easy life. To be honest, there is also your factor, because you are an optimistic and sunny person, always infecting me imperceptibly. The saying, Usually, men have subjective initiative; Sound and the ring Qing,-shaped regular shadow straight. This is true, I firmly believe it. Although you have a relatively fixed and well-paid job, you are still not satisfied with the status quo. You have partnered with your old colleague to open a mid-range restaurant. However, due to unexpected changes in the middle, you have to exchange. During that time, you used it alone for several people, and you lost more than 20 Jin without losing weight. In this case, you are still happy. You said, “it doesn’t matter. If you work harder, you can save money and avoid disaster.” I admire your measurement and generosity from my heart. Now, you still do some other work after work and off work to earn more money to supplement your family. However, you spend a penny on yourself. You often wear work clothes, which is the same throughout the year. In the unit, you are a Communist Party member and also an advanced worker. You always actively participate in the Blackboard newspaper and painting exhibition of the labor union, and often win prizes. Although your time is very limited while you are busy, you always encourage and care for me. Every time around 22 o’clock in the evening, you should send me a rest on time! I saw the words, and felt like a little sun, which made my whole body warm and my heart sweet. At home or at work, if I encounter something unsatisfactory, I always like to write it down with a pen before I feel relieved. But you always like to be my first reader, analyzing and dealing with these haze in my heart timely and reasonably. I am always happy to get to know you and enjoy the wonderful time I share with you. Although I am still ashamed, I have not given you any practical help and strength. But you said: I am already very satisfied. I have learned to be strong and persistent from you. I can’t help being speechless. But casually looking up out of the window, the sky is still fine. May cherry blossoms are extremely enchanting, and those pink petals are still smiling. I am just like one of them. There are still many words in my heart, the wind, have you heard it? DEDECMS Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Which faction do you belong?

According to people’s sports personality, it can be divided into three types: action type, wandering type: like to go out for activities, not limited to indoor middle type, casual type: people invite them to participate in activities and then go out for dwelling type, super-House faction: it is obvious that I can stay indoors for a long time without going out. I belong to the first category …… I am typical wandering figure. I won’t let myself stay in the dormitory all day. Even if it’s okay, I will find something to go out …… staying in the dormitory all day long will only make me decadent-lazy-even degenerate and upright. The good time of youth should have been passionate, I won’t waste a minute of energy. I want to make every minute of my life valuable. My value will be realized in the wandering movement…… 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…