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. 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