The rain has no intention of stopping.
The only thing that can give me a sense of security is probably the rainbow after the rain that people expect.
I have been looking for her, but I have never met her, but I always believe that she is on the other side of the mountain, or maybe she has appeared in front of my eyes, but I don't have more time to have a good look.
Tears blown by the wind accidentally slipped down.
The rain-drenched smile is no longer natural.
When tears devour my sleepless nights without restraint, I always hum "Sing your enthusiasm, extend your hands and let me embrace your dreams ... Let our smiles be filled with youthful pride and let us look forward to a better tomorrow ..." But I don't understand that another dawn is just waiting for another night.
Listen:
The wind suddenly roared like a madman. At this time, the rain is not to be outdone, desperately banging on the window glass and starting from scratch. Ta。 Tick-tock turned into dong in an instant. Knock on the door. hotel
I don't know where I got the courage. I walked to the window and sat down slowly along the window frame, watching the wind and rain outside, sometimes like Mr. Jin Yong's martial arts novels, and sometimes like a dancer.
Look:
On that lonely and dark street, a street lamp with European retro design style stands, which adds a bit of mystery to this street. At the end of the street stood a group of people, naked, slapping at the wind and rain. They didn't move, as if to say, damn it, come on, come harder.
Take a closer look:
There is a small head in the crowd, which is bare-chested and bare-backed, stormy and motionless. At this point, he clenched his fist, gently raised his left hand, wiped away the last line of tears, leaving only the arrogant and unwilling rain on his face. The little leader smiles at the corners of his mouth, and more is ridicule. This kind of ridicule is not annoying.
The wind has stopped.
The ground is dry, too
The crowd also dispersed.
No, the little one. The figure is still there, just put on clothes. He looked up at the sky as if looking for or waiting.
And I'm still sitting on the windowsill. I have forgotten how long I've been sitting, and I don't care. Then I suddenly understood what the little man was looking for. In a flash, an orange light and shadow slipped into my room without my permission. I saw her along the direction of light and shadow on the other side of the mountain.
When I grabbed the little figure again, he had disappeared from my sight ... After a while, I actually made two jeers, which was deja vu.
It turns out that the arrival of another dawn is just waiting for another night, another night, and just welcoming another dawn.
Dawn is fine.
The night is beautiful.
Dawn and night, night and dawn, who can change
Crying is good.
Laugh or not.
Cry, laugh, laugh, cry, why care?