-If it rains.
one
When the wind blows and the clouds fly, what's the past of blowing in the wind?
Leaning on the windowsill alone, let the breeze blow my face thin, looking forward to your reply. Looking north, where is the road? The moment I looked up, the sun was shining and dazzling, but my heart was still wet. Brown pupils, shallow reflections and smiles. I stood outside the time, humming your favorite Norwegian forest. I think the story between us, like this endless love song, repeats the melody of love over and over again.
How I miss the past, the sound of flowers, the delicate fragrance floating in the wind, and the smile. How I miss the past, the days we spent together, sweet, warm and happier.
You always say to me, Han You, I want to hold your hand and walk with you when we graduate.
I told you, Zi Ning, I just want to hold your hand and walk together until we are too old to walk.
You once said to me, Han You, I want to hold your hand to fly kites and blow soap bubbles all my life.
I also told you, Zi Ning, I hope you send me roses every Valentine's Day and kiss me in the moonlight.
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Facing the gentle breeze, accompanied by the faint fragrance of flowers, I closed my eyes slightly, and the warm and fresh breath slowly penetrated into my body, making me feel indescribable comfortable and cozy. Such beauty, a memory, a fragment, a memory ... Is it beautiful? It's beautiful. It's just that we can't go back. My love has been lost. Honey, don't move. I believe that after many years, it is still vivid.
I didn't know until I was deeply in love. You have been hidden in my heart, and I have never forgotten it. You are so crazy to love someone. Destined to meet you is my robbery, but I really want to say that I really love, really love! The pen tip is still sketching your shadow, my heart hurts slightly, and tears in my eyes slide down. You are a pain I can't say. If this is the result, why should I meet you and love you with my heart?
At the beginning, cherish it again, running water under the bridge. Finally understand that life is two halves. Half is full of warmth, sweetness, fullness, joy, gentleness and deep love; The other half is full of sadness, pain, loneliness, worry and missing, and we take care of each other between them.
Outside the window, the wind blows and the flowers float, just like the lost souls of you and me scattered between the lines. After a thousand years alone, can I still have your gentle eyes? Your frown, wondering if my moment will slowly open like a picture scroll in spring?
Looking back on the long road of the world of mortals, the faint sunshine brushed away the chaos of the world of mortals, entangled in the sunshine, and slipped through the broken shadows on the ground. The slow wind blows away those hazy memories and recalls the past. I am still waiting stubbornly and silently, calling your name in the vast sea of people, waiting for you to enjoy the bustling world with me with the agreement of this life.
two
The rain hurts my heart and the wind is crying. Where is the return date?
There is a gentle spring rain outside the window, which gently touches the moist memory. Several bamboos, swaying with the slight north wind. After a winter of wind and frost, the twigs are still green. Raindrops hit the bamboo leaves, rustling ... fingers tapped on the keyboard, crisp sounds collided in the space, listening to words pouring out between the fingers, so much lingering, so many thoughts, page after page, one after another, filling up the lost grief and turning it into a rainbow I miss.
I quietly looked at those beautiful love stories on the website and listened to everyone's youth. I know that everyone's youth has some feelings and memories, and everyone lives in an angel's dream. Looking from a distance through the veil of dreams, she is colorful and gentle. She comes and goes like fog. She is like a cloud, suddenly gone, involving your thoughts; Suddenly close at hand, fetters your eyes. She has graceful steps and a beautiful voice. She always shakes off a reverie of lonely pillow in her flying smile, leaving a land of melancholy like water. Even after many years, these feelings are still treasured in the world at heart, and these angels still stay in the most beautiful dreams.
Pushing open the window, the wind blew gently, passed through my fingertips, kissed my cheek and brushed my broken hair. The smell of rain rushed in. Reach for the crystal dew in the sky. Love suddenly separated from the rain, the rain kept cutting, and love was not connected. It's cool and frosty. Acacia's emotions, like the tide, emerged in front of my eyes. Your face is drifting away, acacia is scattered all over the place, and the air is filled with rain. I picked up a fallen flower and let it find the cover of branches and leaves. The rain was intermittent and wet my cheeks. The heart that misses you keeps beating.
You know, how much I like rainy days, and let a person sit in the room and recall some past events, whether they are happy, sad, guilty or happy. I can keep happiness in my heart and smile on my face with soft thoughts.
Looking from a distance, the drizzle drips gently, dripping my world with that shallow temperature. Suddenly, I found that the time-lapse stream splashed petals all over the place, picked up the heartbreak all over the place, held it in my hand, watered it with tears, strung up the tears of lovesickness with my thoughts, and sounded the wind chimes of lovesickness for you on the other side.
You know, although you are on the other side and I am here, I still can't stop staring at your direction and extend to your eyes. ...
Gradually, the rain stopped. The afterglow of the sun reappeared. Red up half the sky, red people's hearts. And I want to bury my memory in a pit, plant my thoughts, plant my worries, and wait for my heart to sprout quietly.
three
Butterflies are flying, flowers are falling, whose thoughts are hurting?
The wind in the morning is kind and warm. She brushed away the fatigue on my face and the sadness in my heart. Quiet sky, no scorching sun, vast and clear. I miss you quietly and lightly, which is so simple and luxurious. Yesterday's dream cannot be repeated, and last night's rain will not come again. Soft thoughts and flowing attachment will become forever, so let it go with the wind.
In April, fireworks rain lane, light green wind slowly blowing from the vast rice fields, sliding across my silk-like naked skin. If, in this piece of green, can blossom a charming fragrance, what kind of hope.
The fragrance of flowers still comes to my face and lingers around me. I stand quietly in the warm sunshine, watching the catkins flying all over the sky, breathing the fresh air and listening to your thoughts. I can't help but get lost in the lingering April. Is your breath in the wind? Feminine, make people want to stay. At the moment when my thoughts were flying, you suddenly came to me with light steps, looking back and smiling, I was intoxicated by your affectionate eyes.
Honey, you know what? In the song-like years, the spring breeze exudes flowers only because of your thoughts, the cool rain is full of warm breath because of your concern, the beautiful flowers are rendered colorful because of your memories, and the green leaves will dance with the wind because of your heartfelt waiting.
Just because, just because in my heart, there is only one you, and in my pen, you are the only theme. From then on, in the world of mortals, I miss you and wait for you. When the spring breeze blows on my lips, it is a kiss when you miss me. When the butterfly gently falls on your shoulder, it is that I am quietly listening to your heart, dancing passionately for you and laughing warmly for you. What a beautiful and intoxicating moment!
You know, I only stay for you and dance for you.
four
The moon is round, Rourou Xin. Who are you thinking about at this time?
In the starry night, I look up at the starry sky, and the faint moonlight shines on the ground and on me. The whispers of the stars tell the warmth and beauty of life. The slight autumn wind brings the fragrance of flowers and the coolness at night. If I can achieve a wish, I only hope that it is my dear you by my side at this time.
Walking slowly in the center of the square, at the foot, is soft grass; You see, in the sky, next to the moon, there is a shining star. The stars and the moon are together, and the moon and the stars are together, just like, you are with me, and I am with you.
Sitting quietly on a stone by the roadside, looking up at the sky leisurely, chanting your name affectionately at night. I think I will wait for you with the beauty of my life. Looking up at the boundless Milky Way in the sky, I hope our love can be as endless as the Milky Way. If you and I can walk together, then I expect that at the end of the world, you will still hold my hand and grow old together. Under the moon, we listen to the song of the wind and listen to the song gently. I don't think there is any more intoxicating romance in life. Therefore, there is a unique you in my world and an ordinary me in your world.
Do you know that?/You know what? You have become the most lingering waiting in my life, and I am looking forward to it day and night, making my heart always soft for you. So, you must come and have sex with me. You see, the star with blue light on the horizon should be you. You look me in the eye and smile at me. Tell me, when I am far away from home, you have been silently blessing me and caring for me. I believe this love will stay in each other's hearts forever.
Since then, your shadow has filled my eyes, my heart and my soul. Rolling the world of mortals, only you make me move; The sea of people is boundless, and only you can touch the heartstrings of my love. The ends of the earth, compose a song "Beauty" for you, and sing a song "Pipa Tears" for you thousands of miles away.
Miss you, miss you, just for you!
five
At the end of the song, people are scattered, and dreams in white are melodious.
Play a sad song! I will stand on the top of the mountain at the end of dusk and let the wind pass by in a faint hurry. The filar silk crouching in the rain, the forbearing expectation, the disdainful indifference. Touch my weak and tired wings. Whose merciful hand is it?
"Who directed the play? In this lonely role, the dialogue is always talking to himself, and the opponents are all memories. I don't see any ending. It was you from beginning to end, and you thought me too thoroughly. If the story is doomed to tragedy ... "A gentle song flows in the air, echoing and colliding with the long-hidden sadness in the spiritual space. In an instant, the past played back in my mind. It turns out that I used to be so crazy about love.
Sad night, beautiful songs, played over and over again. The melody floated into my mind and heart like a flying butterfly. Drunk for you tonight, listening to the pipa, just to laugh before I die. Why are you worried about leaving you tomorrow?
The woman sitting by the window is gentle and faint, singing a song gently. The stars are like eyes, the hair is shining, and the candlelight in the west window is unique. Dusty thoughts, along with the serenade, swing on the sad road. Is it close at hand to cherish? Or is it a distant concern?
I like such sad songs, I like those sad lyrics and sad tones, because I think they have souls and always tell different stories. Just like the lyrics of water, it hurts my heart. I don't know how much leisure there is in the world. Flowers are blooming and the city is full of wind, which only turns the cold night into desolation.
Stars, full moon in the west wing, sleepless thoughts at midnight, this night will be sleepless again, the music is still flowing gently, causing ripples in the heart, and the dense waves arouse the softest place in the heart and ravage the unreachable pain. Those scenes, like smoke and water, seem to be your shadow.
You and I are doomed to struggle in this life and the next. Qu, it is empty. People, have dispersed, lingering in the world. I have left, covered in scars.
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