How much I miss it in the misty rain

I think there are always some names that can't be erased from my mind, and there are always some things that will fly into my eyes and make me burst into tears. When the train enters this city that I miss so much again, my heart is filled with endless water like the sea. I can no longer hide my anxiety and restlessness, stop in this continuous drizzle, look back, and long to be integrated with this city. How many such misty and rainy nights, Luoyang, you made me miss again and again, and moved me. Red peony, green hills, thin thoughts. It's another foggy rainy night, standing at the window with a cup of green tea in hand, watching the rain, thinking about you, reliving your lingering story like rain falling again. Your warmth shook my homesick shoulders, and your vicissitudes filled my sleeves with melancholy. Lushena, Baima Temple, Tian Zi Driving Six, Lijingmen ... This series of names will always roar in my ears and recite in my mouth. Qingshiban, Guanlin Road, Kaiyuan Road and Luoshui River ... all show myriad customs and charms in my dreams. I know, Luoyang, there is a ray of tenderness in your generosity and boldness, and there is a warmth burning for me under your gentle appearance. I am a happy person. Walking in the bustling world of mortals, I am used to seeing too many stories of separation and integration; Being in the rivers and lakes coming and going, you should be afraid of ups and downs. So, Luoyang, I don't want to be separated from you this time. This time, I will accompany you in the long carriage and never leave. I always want to sing a song for you and sing my tender thoughts to you. I always want to write a poem for you, so that my touch can be released for you again. Luoyang, you have too many lingering feelings. You are a thief, stealing my thoughts day and night. Late at night. The bright lights of the ancient city sprayed in the gloomy and deep sky and filled the streets. It seems that I turned and went to the missing Tang Dynasty in the blink of an eye. Red skirts, wide sleeves, and rouge are misty, and the colors occupy the land, dazzling and gorgeous. Yuehua is disabled. A few sparse stars dotted the horizon. On the banks of Luoshui River, a little fishing fire is swaying on the surface of water waves, which involves a series of disappointments. The deep meaning of summer is sparkling and rippling in the water waves of the moonlit night, and silently swaying into endless sadness. The night is as cool as water, with four covers. The willow is dark, and I refuse to fold it, just because it is parting. Such a midnight, for whom, created the wind and dew, but for whom, such a star sang the last poem of this life. Acacia, in the silent night when the drizzle knocked on the window, dispersed into a silent sigh. In the dim candlelight, your old face still appears, and the lonely memories stabbed by dusk whisper in your ear. The mood is like the wind, and I stand at the window and refuse to leave. Luoyang, the ancient city, still reveals her simplicity and prosperity in the night, and still dresses up her youthful face in silence. Wan Li, thousands of miles away, my lovesickness has flooded, but it doesn't flow to Luoyang. Where is there plenty of fragrant grass in the end of the world?