Such a night is suitable for missing. Or don't miss each other, just miss the past time gently and softly, miss the years that have passed in a hurry, miss the smiling face I am waiting for, miss the loneliness of the rain, and miss your shallow eyes. I miss those poems that have nothing to do with romance.
Still on this rainy night, let the dense sadness pass through my heart. In the cold and silent time, miss the distant gaze, the distant love, and the looming dawn waiting?
Gentle rain adds a lot of charm to tonight's night, but it also reveals a person's loneliness. This should be the first rain this spring. I can't hear the rain and I can't find you. The air is filled with damp silence, just like melancholy, which gracefully enters my eyebrows.
The eyes of the night know the darkness and bumps of the road, and Mei's heart knows the coldness and indifference of the ice and snow. A person walks all the way with mud. After suffering, I found that all my thoughts in my heart were just stubborn persistence, and it didn't make any sense to look back suddenly. Some roads are destined to be completed by one person, and some pains are destined to be borne by one person. It doesn't matter who is who and who is who. Bloom cherishes each other, and flowers fall at will. Some encounters are doomed to be beautiful mistakes, some turn around and finally part for life.
If you like someone for a long time, it will become a habit. You always want to know what he is doing and tell him what you are doing. Much like the cigarette you are used to smoking, you can't help but want to find a light. Even if it goes up in smoke. My loneliness is just a person's prosperity, and the words you turn a blind eye to can't be my light cloud. Once something enters your heart, it will be a brand that you can't dig, and it will be bloody and painful. Beautiful, heartbreaking love.
Acacia is poisonous, and the stronger it is, the more addictive it is. On such a night, the rain fades away and the mood fades away. There are always deep and shallow thoughts that pass through the eyebrows and reach the heart. Tonight, I will wrap this feeling tightly, make a cup of strong tea and swallow it hard, for fear that she will grow crazy.
The light reflected into the room through the cracks in the curtains is cold. In the dark, eyes closed slightly, time is quiet, thinking about your eyebrows. I suddenly woke up, and your eyes were full of love. Thinking of your drunken eyes, I can't help approaching. Love you, as real and beautiful as a dream, I seem to hear your heartbeat, but I can't touch your handsome outline.
Sometimes, love is not so noble, and she will be humble enough to lose herself. And you, you don't know. Like me tonight.
After a storm comes a calm, the vegetation in my hometown is deep. I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.
There are so many helpless things in this world, but there is no solution to kill two birds with one stone. Still not tough enough, still not strong enough, still fragile, still crying, still scarred, still torn to pieces. When you want to return to the original beauty, you find that the poisoning is too deep and the sadness is too strong. Yesterday has gradually drifted away. Only learn to be indifferent, learn to be as cold as ice, and learn to wrap yourself. Put a thick, hard and cold shell on your heart, and you won't get hurt again. Close your eyes and your heart, and your world has nothing to do with others from now on.
Listen to the window sound when the rain falls. There was no sound, and filar silk was hurt. Tonight, whose thoughts are so long ago have infiltrated the whole mountain forest; Whose whisper is so lingering that it lingers in front of the window for a long time. You are like a tear in my heart, nourishing my dry eyes, but it is the sadness that cannot be erased in my heart.
Christmas Eve is especially sad. I don't say anything, you don't say anything, but my thoughts don't bother me, because the connection is close, the memories will become heavy and I will lose myself.
The night is like water, and the rain is dancing, which is quite like your eyebrows and eyes, overflowing with pure feelings. I said I like rain, and Jia said she likes snow better. In fact, I have been fascinated by the white magic world, pure and without any distractions. I really want to stay there and never come out, as beautiful as a fairy tale. But after all, we must return to reality, and the sunshine is turbid. Just like before, I fell in love with the beauty in my imagination, so I can't bear the cruelty in life. So many times, I would rather close my eyes to think than open my eyes. Now, I prefer rain or elegant falling, or hearty, washing away dust and making the world clear and clean. Because the world can't escape.
It's raining heavily, and occasionally you can hear the scattered sound of rain. On a quiet night, it looks quiet. It should be a quiet rainy night. I want my heart to close quietly, but I can't stop the idea from spreading in the rain. Who is waiting for me in the rain, even if it is indifferent, then in the past, my name has become a permanent pain in my heart? Rain falls in my heart and falls into sadness!
It is raining. Where are you? Make a cup of tea, lean against the window and look. As night falls, I walk in the silent world!
I like quiet, I like to walk alone silently, leaving my thoughts alone. Because of some strong feelings that can't be melted, I must reconcile and blend with this indifference, loneliness and silence. Tonight, I let my memory sleep in this careless rain.
It's late at night, and there are fewer lights. Are you like me, closing your eyes and listening to the loneliness of rain dripping on your heart? The moment you stare, your eyes are full of sadness. The waves of love can really penetrate the soul. I can't touch your pain, I can only miss you silently, the rain drops and the clouds are bleak and lonely? Tonight, will you walk into my dream, remember my persistence in quiet time and leave me a quiet and happy place!
Haruki Murakami said that if you love each other, you must join hands to grow old together; If you miss it, keep him safe. You have gone far, how can I be safe?
The second part of the sad prose about writing rain: the injury of rainy season has not faded the faint green willow in summer, and in March, the misty rain of Jiangnan resentment came again; I haven't erased the lingering fragrance of flowers in my heart. In March, I came to the magnolia tree.
Under the magnolia, under the swaying moon snuff in the long street, in July, you left, forgot a lot, and left a lot, beautiful and sad. Actually, you shouldn't, shouldn't-
The fragrance floats with the thoughts of the tide and dances in the sentimental rainy season. The sunset and Leng Yue also languished together, blurring the rainy night in the wind. On this rainy night in the wind, there is only the wind on a rainy night, as if just yesterday, you were still with me. The sound of wind and rain is so sad-
Magnolia with tears is so pale and sad. I also shed tears, crying with you. Not on my face, but in my heart. In this March, I quietly dropped into this sad rainy season.
Sunny days in rainy season are rare and gentle. On this sunny day, I received your letter. I can't wait. I opened it, only to find that it was cloudy and full of the coming storm. Today should be a full stop.
The full stop is very big, like a melancholy eye, and like that little summer green lake, which fills our yesterday. I kept shaking under the storm.
Once, on a street full of bauhinia, we snuggled up in the rainy south of the Yangtze River. The fragrance of the season under the umbrella is diffuse, just like sesame paste floating out of the window, and the wind is hazy. In the rainy season, there are secret and crazy love poems.
How many sunny days, how many rainy nights, no dusk, no waning moon, no falling flowers, only that lonely street lamp, flashing, jealous of our laughter. The bluestone road at the foot extends my wet nightmare every night and spreads all the way to your window.
This lingering rain rhyme is stirring and pulling my mood, floating. I don't like strong thunder and lightning, tearing the rain curtain like a poem and a dream, and hammering the wounds healed in my heart. In the depths of my old memory, that dizzy and angry heart song once again gushed with blood and tears. Inextricably linked, regret the memory of kites, flying all over the sky, pain as new.
Mao Mao rain, lovesick tears. Can't wave, can't flow; I can't stop the overflow, I can't turn it off-
Sad prose about writing rain Part III: Listening to the wind and rain at night, lonely since ancient times, sad since ancient times. Without affection, there would be no sadness in autumn. Without others, there would be no rain watcher like me.
The night rain is silent and people are quiet. Outside the window, everything is asleep, only the sound of rain is still telling the story of the night. The sky, the neon of the city dyed the silent sky red, and I, awake, continued to look forward to the flowers of the world, blooming in the past.
The wind blows gently, but there is no cloud or water in the dream. In this life, I just want to wander by the river of years, looking for those yellowed past events. I don't want to think about it anymore. I'm afraid the rainy night will drown my heart. Over the years, I have been bumping day and night and lost my elegance in the misty rain of the world. I never dare to expect to see through the world of mortals at a glance, because I know that eternal love is no longer my best greeting. Even if the four seasons are sad and the maple leaves are not red, I still miss the colorful journey.
In every black night, I will think of those black loneliness, living alone and falling down alone. Perhaps, fate has already arranged, and I am riding the wind alone in the sea of suffering. I am not a sailor on a rainy night, and I can't see the dawn. I used to think I might be a seagull without wings. The sea breeze blows across my face, the waves wet my clothes, and the last glow of the sunset seems to be singing for me. I didn't cry or laugh, but I regret that I have never brought a warmth to my heart in a rainy night in my life.
Wet tiles are not the heart of rain, but trees shake my shadow. The night wind is floating outside the window and my heart is full of dust. The rainy night hits the face, and the sad old year passes in the dream. Reach out and touch it gently, touch a pain and wake up an old dream.
The sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique, which is no longer a street I don't want to pass by. I began to have a direction, and I was welcomed every dawn. I don't know what to do or what to miss. The loss in my heart made me feel the vicissitudes of life? A wind and a rain woke up my lonely night. Perhaps, I owe my life a long trip, but I am worried that the rain outside the window will no longer illuminate the distance I want to go.
No one will be eternal, because people have never been really lonely. The so-called loneliness is just some withered and happy flowers that have not been removed from the heart. Should not be deliberately pursued, there is nothing better than fit, the beauty of the world, just the yearning of worry-free people.
I always want to choose a city and find a quiet place. Tick-tock, the falling rain is flying in the dream, and the continuous drizzle has soaked my thoughts. I stood in the dust of life, listened to the wind and rain all night, and reconsidered my life. This is probably what I should do.
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