Poetry: Rain Lane

Poetry: Rain Lane 1 Holding an umbrella,

Walking alone in an empty alley,

I like this silence,

But why do you feel so lonely?

Listening to the sound of rain and the collision of umbrellas,

It's like beating my lonely heart

Rain, rain,

Why is it raining so bleak?

Cann't we just do what we always do,

Is it raining happily and rhythmically?

Holding an umbrella,

Walking alone in an empty alley,

Listen to the sound of rain and the collision of umbrellas.

Poems: Rain Lane 2 and Girl Like Lilac.

meet with

Walking in the rain lane with sadness

Lonely lines of poetry

A long alley

Taste loneliness in loneliness

Chew sadness in sadness.

There is a kind of

A faint scent

Has been sneaking around.

It's like you lost your eyes in poetry

It's always quiet in the dream.

In poetry

I feel your peace.

Peach

Like a sunset in a poem.

I repeated that warm poem over and over again.

just as

Tacit young legends over and over again.

Legend has it

Girl's eyes

how

hesitate

That girl's smile

how

light purple

An oil-paper umbrella and an angry youth

Rain Lane from Poetry

Quietly drift by

The cold desert is sad and melancholy.

Poetry: Rain Lane 3 Rain Lane

It's still that rainy path

In the misty rain of Jiangnan

Lilac girl

Hold an oil-paper umbrella

Stroll in the old place and revisit it.

Away from the sadness of lilacs

Close to those bright eyes like stars.

Look back.

Peach blossom blushed.

Mid-Autumn Festival

It is Mid-Autumn Festival again.

Last year

You smile like a flower under the moon.

at present

Turning distance

It's still early

You planted the lotus root yourself.

Now here in full of green.

Hong Yan nan Fei

The figure is misty.

What time are you coming back?

Tonight in the moonlight

Leaving only your mottled figure

Tell me all about the past.

Poetry: Rain Lane 4 is alone with an oil-paper umbrella.

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane,

I hope to see

Like cloves.

A girl with a grudge.

She does.

Clove-like color,

Lilac-like fragrance,

Sad as cloves,

Mourning in the rain,

Sadness and hesitation;

She wandered in the lonely rain lane,

Hold an oil-paper umbrella

Like me,

Like me.

Quietly hesitate

Cold, sadness and melancholy.

She approached quietly,

Get close and throw again.

Sighing eyes

She floated by.

Like a dream,

As sad and confused as a dream.

Floating like a dream

A lilac field,

I passed this girl by;

She left quietly, left,

A crumbling fence,

Walk through this rainy path.

In the lamentation of the rain,

Remove her color,

Spread her fragrance,

Disappeared, even hers

Breathing eyes

Lilac is melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane,

I hope to float over.

Like cloves.

A girl with a grudge.

Throughout the ages, the seemingly monotonous sound of rain has played many lingering heart sounds on the poet's sensitive heartstrings; The seemingly chaotic and fuzzy world of rain has been opened by the poet with many fresh, smart and lingering lyrical spaces!

In the secular life, when I was young, I worked in the countryside. Whenever it rains, I don't like to wear a raincoat. I always feel out of breath. I always like to run in the rain, so that rain drops on my head, body and neck regardless of heavy rain and light rain, bathing in the rain, giving me an indescribable refreshing feeling. Later, I learned that this is really the refreshing effect of negative ions added in the rain space. Of course, I was young and healthy then.

Through the noise and dust of a long time, in every unexpected gentle rain, despite the stormy weather, I will not "rush the rain", but I still have the habit of soaking the rain in my heart-this has become an idea. I still like to immerse this tired and dusty heart in a clean atmosphere. When the unexpected rain falls, my thoughts will "rush" into the rain, which will restore peace, comfort and freshness, and I can think about oratorios in the rain.

This feeling of getting wet in the rain may not be the kind of melancholy dripping from the eaves, but a kind of "petal" that a certain soul unexpectedly bears under the nourishment of rain, just like the release of Qian Qian's knot. Maybe they are not ugly, but they used to be open.

Poetry: Rain Lane 5 hometown, a deep and lonely rain lane.

Gu Huai, tears drop by drop, sliding down. Memories on the stone road

When I hit it, I cried like I cried. The wind beat the grass.

A skinny sheep, stepping on the cold wind.

Approaching the old house, looking for the power in my father's eyes.

Frost leaves hurt by raindrops cry in silence.

Through a deep wound.

There is no need to escape. Walking season

Radish, green vegetables, sweet potatoes, in an acre of barren land.

Stand up. The stones in the rain lane look heavy.

Looking at the spring of the old tree. Worry, never sad.

Mom, open the morning window.

Father, the broad eyes after the snow, income from the bottom of my heart.

The wind blowing from a distance awakened the sleeping winter.

Poetry: Rainy Lane, it's late in the autumn chill in June.

Render loneliness

The fallen leaves are lonely in the dusk.

sadder

Sad for the last rain

Bleak, wandering, lamenting the dryness in the wind.

Loneliness in every place of life

Looking at the days ravaged by the wind

More days

I spent it in the exam.

Look at yourself.

look around

Sometimes time goes through the throat.

But I can't make a sound of forgetting me.

Good or bad, gain or loss.

Become a memory, with regrets and complaints.

And happiness, sunshine and dreams.

Such a moment can be called real!

Truth is destined to be discussed.

There are only two kinds.

One is simplicity after complexity.

One is that you haven't experienced complexity and simplicity.

It seems so.

Simplicity is different moods of different people.

I seem to have let it go.

I am just an unknown body in the eyes and mouths of others.

It was me, not me.

What still puzzles me is the real philosophy.

How to express it without being disturbed by it?

You don't know this.

I think what you know.

At this time, it became a question.

Once. We are.

Seen from a distance, it's old-fashioned

Go to neon city together.

A pure heart is as soft as the wind blowing from the mountains.

Wandering on the edge of alternating day and night

Looking forward to and thinking about the future.

We spend too much time encouraging each other.

That's your poem.

But that's not it.

Not the happiness we expected.

We are experiencing a season of cold wind erosion.

I want to give it to you.

What do you want to give me?

Not just romance and flowers.

I often read in words that time is in a hurry.

Hear people complain

The passage of youth

The impermanence of life

But I noticed the opposite of time.

It's slow and pause.

Maybe I think too much.

Understanding of love.

Beyond the normal category

So, when you are on the last rainy day of the four seasons,

When there is only a vague figure left

I stood in the rain and didn't stay.

You didn't see the tears in your heart.

Never say goodbye.

You have no idea how much I want to try to interpret your last smile.

In the end, I couldn't find the sentence that stuck to me.

In this rain

I'm rocking.

You're rocking.

Bitter and mellow lips and teeth alternate.

I shouldn't combine words with love.

That's unreasonable

Despite the continuous rain outside.

Wet you, me

Immerse yourself in love and life

Late autumn is cold and bleak.

Only when time is slow.

Surrounded by sentimental people

Sad, tired, confused, me and you.

I think love should be all happiness and happiness.

All the reluctant plots

Can only be freed from fate.

Leave a sigh in vain

Not sigh, not parting, not love.

I just sighed and couldn't tell the ending.

In the rain, you will naturally think of the rain lane.

I still look forward to the same back.

Meet!

In the long and lonely rain lane

Can I see you for the rest of my life?

Resentment is like cloves.

girl

Poetry: Rain Lane 7 This winter, there is no snow in the city.

It is raining again.

in the rain

A little memory.

Every drop of rain

They are all my tears.

How can I forget you?

*

Through a curtain of decadent drizzle

Clearly see the way you smile.

You know, I am most afraid of the rainy season.

So, every time it rains

You'll come with me.

Accompany me through the wet days

today

It's raining in Mao Mao again.

At this point, where are you?

Will it be the same as before?

Give me a warm hug.

Take away my tears

*

It's raining. I'm thinking about you.

When I miss you, I will

Walking alone into the rain lane covered with bluestone

Shorten the distance between you and me

Fascinating memories with thoughts.

The heartache of raindrops on the face

The warmth under the oil-paper umbrella

In the end, it became the pain of my life.

*

It's raining. I'm thinking about you.

Think more, be with you

Dream back to Jiangnan

Hands folded, holding a boat of love.

Swing gently on the green satin lake

* * * Bathing tang style Song Yu

How I want to hold hands with you.

Stroll on the banks of the river covered with green grass

Smell the breath of spring.

I miss you so much, listening to the rain by the window.

Drink tea for poetry, splash ink for painting.

Now, I can only

I miss fishing alone in poetry.

*

Think more and open the window of happiness.

You float into my heart with the wind.

Me and my sadness

Melt in your warm arms

Sam Sofitel

Imagine that you are in every rainy season.

Will be with me.

Stay with you in the rain

Wave run, wave run

*

It's raining. I'm thinking about you.

I know you have me in your world.

But you, always stubborn, make me forget you

Do you know

That winding rain lane

I used countless tears.

Washed sadness

Your name

This is the pain of my life.

Your smiling face has been

Memories of a lifetime

*

How much I miss you in the rain.

but

Rain lane in memory

Has been firmly entrenched in my heart.

Isn't it? I planted red beans in the text.

You'll be on my team.

Let me into your sincerity.

Be your lilac girl

Did I turn my thoughts into ink?

You will never leave.

Wander with me in the ink sea.

Isn't it? I counted all the red beans.

I won't miss you.

Holding you and singing poetry.

Isn't it? I threw away my pen and ink.

You will avoid missing it.

Avoid the sad rain lane

Poem: Rain Lane with apricot eyes slightly open and drizzling.

Mist and rain are coming,

Rivers intercept the changes of life,

The ship rocked away.

Whose pen drawing painted this picture,

In the misty and rainy dream, Jiangnan,

Yesterday, the water floated sadly.

The ship is full of homesickness.

The scenery is a bit out of date,

Mist and rain are eroding the blue brick houses,

Wandering hearts envy time,

Who sang love and hate?

My eyes are confused,

Lao Jing vaguely looked around the alley.

Whose strings touch people's hearts,

A girl leans on the covered bridge,

This bridge has been shut down for a long time.

All the way to the stone road,

It's raining and the paper umbrella is ticking.

Dear girl, where are you?

I still miss that girl,

Ripples fold, thoughts fly,

This little bridge is a bit long,

Lotus is still old.

The people on the covered bridge changed their appearance,

Sigh the ups and downs of life,

Lilacs give off a faint fragrance,

You marry far away.

Beautiful pictures, flowing true feelings,

Obsessed with Jiangnan rain lane,

Jiangnan girls face each other gracefully,

Dreams and souls are intertwined, and ink is used to make incense.

Poetry: Rain Lane 9 Dear friend

Do you remember?

On that day of that year.

We laughed and walked in the rain lane all the way.

Pull each other's elbow

Humming familiar nursery rhymes

I hold out my little hand from time to time and wave small raindrops in the air.

Those smiling faces are as innocent as angels.

Like a vibrant sunflower.

It bloomed slightly on that day of that year.

At that moment, this picture was fixed in my mind.

That kind note is still floating in my ears.

Water drops fall from the sky.

It's too clear

Everything is so beautiful.

So innocent

On this day every year

I walked alone in this rainy lane.

Twilight, full of smoke.

Fine rain stars are scattered in disorder.

Occasionally, one or two red maple leaves slide over the pink umbrella leaves.

As the rain washes away, it falls quietly in the rain curtain.

At this moment, I can't help thinking of a flower.

It's called vanilla.

A very special flower

Planting in autumn and opening in winter.

Rain falls at my feet like silk.

Instantly gathered into a delicate plum.

Quietly flow to the distance.

My mind went back to that day of that year.

We used to play together in the rainy lane.

Poetry: Rain Lane 10 Rain

How many rainy days are there?

Tick tock, tick tock

Left it on the slate.

A deep dent

Millennium red bean tree

The leaves changed one crop, and Ye Er changed another crop.

Wet Hong Niao

Stay together

I'm screaming. I'm watching.

Her blue and white umbrella.

Under the eaves

stare

The most familiar alley

wait for

faraway place

Every time it rains.

She always carries a jar.

Sunny rain

According to her face

Count one by one.

From blue to silver hair.

rain

How many years?

Listen to Hong Niao's chirp.

Looking at the fallen leaves of the red bean tree

Look at the flowers of the red bean tree in May.

ah

October

The red bean tree finally produced seeds.

An old alley.

Will there be a surprise?

A blue and white umbrella.

Stand up, stand up