Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rainbow-making rain, waiting for the poetic dream of youth——
One
A milky bud in In the rainy alley, lotus steps are slowly walked out; a muted melody plays on the moss-drunken stone slabs, gently relaxing the melancholy of the season...
The fragrance of ink lingers in the cruising magnolia boat The long and carefree ancient charm, the ripples rippling under the long fence, are rippling with soft depression.
Hold an oil umbrella, waiting for you, in the rain.
The slender rain - —
Blurred and light, it melts the dark fragrance and dilutes the ancient charm; it floats and diffuses, disturbing the clear waves and prolonging the melancholy.
2
Waiting for you, accompanied by the sound of falling rain, staring at the hazy Cambridge Bridge...
A osmanthus oar gently shakes the melancholy dream, and a clear lamp gently lights the drunken heart. Meditation.
The scattered emotions are precipitated in the memory of the oar, and the deep-rooted memories are mottled in the clarity of the candlelight.
I am gently intoxicated in Yi An's grasshopper boat without knowing it. The way back is slowly on the willow bank of Liuyong, and I don’t know where I came from.
Waiting for you, vaguely in the rain. On the Tianya River, in the passenger boat accompanied by the lonely cold rain, it is empty. Juan Si Lian.
Three
Wandering, with an ice heart in a jade pot, in the dusk of dusk rain, play the clear charm of Jiangnan silk and bamboo in the dream. Open in the continuous silk rain A light window - looking at your misty back.
There is an ancient flute sound floating from the mist, and there is a hint of fragrant fragrance diffused in the distant time and space. There is also a ray of refreshing fragrance. The breath is wandering in the heart of my soul...
Staring at you, you are swaying oilily under the water; but it disappears in an instant, ethereal and uncertain. Looking back, there is only the soft smile of green grass on the soft mud, indifferent. , quiet and beautiful.
Wandering, leaning on the railing in the silent ancient corridor and looking out - you loom in the endless distance.
The rain blurred my sight, and also blurred your delicate body. Figure...
Four
Hold a handful of water to wash away the tired face; recite a poem of thin words to wash away the ignorance of the years; make a cup of milk tea and ride in the boat at night , I look forward to your graceful steps...
The breeze is as intoxicating as a dream, and the drizzle is drizzling in the dream, gradually inducing me to be content...
In the dream, in the Qing Dynasty In the swaying dream of the waves, in the alley where the rain has faded -
The red lotus walking in the rain walks rhythmically...