Part 1 The Rain in May
The rain in May carries infinite sadness
Looking forward to meeting the rain in June
< p> Showing disdain for the April rainThe May rain misses the stars in the sky
And the traces on the ground
Five The rain of the month misses the scorching sun of summer
And the strange flowers and wonders everywhere
The rain of May is as cute as a child
Mother Ordinary gentleness
And girlish delicacy
I will always miss the rain in May Chapter The rain in February and May
The rain in May< /p>
Like a girl in love
Drunk in the city
Lost in the village
Gentle and lingering
Quietly Falling
The rain in May
Crisps the earth
Moistens the grass
How many people sigh
Your watering
makes life stronger
The rain in May
flows like blood
can flourish in an instant
Your superpower
Life is the best wine
The earth is more beautiful
The rain in May
The cold without winter snow
p>There is no rush of summer
Nor the succession of autumn
Like a girl
Shyly
Five The rain of the moon
Flows gently
Flows softly
Sprinkles in my heart
Flows with the green grass
With the red flowers blooming, the rain in March and May
I believe that May is a rain
The rain in May can cause lightning and lightning strikes
p>When I was young, I cried and there were tears
The rain in May fell when the pomegranate flowers were blooming
It was like a sweet embrace, like a A salty parting
The rain in May is so good, like my happiness
Sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes not
I don’t know this Why is it raining in such a panic?
I am so anxious that I don’t know whether I should leave the rest of spring in the wind
or stay in the water and wander around
Those The vivid past is my tireless lover
Should I put her in warm words
Together with this rain, love deeply
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The rain in May is sometimes bitter and salty
Sometimes it is sweet and joyful
The rain in May is very fine and dense
Happiness and sadness are the same patter
The rain in May, I believe it is the most real and beautiful rain in my life
It’s so dear, so good, so beautiful
p>I have been thinking about what the rain in May told me
The thin and dense raindrops
It really makes me understand sometimes , sometimes speechless
I don’t know whether to keep the rain in May or give up
Should I marry this rain back or marry out
But I I believe that May is a rain
Sometimes this rain is poison, sometimes it is honey. The rain in April and May
In May, use rain as ink,
Writing a letter of complaint, and then
Leaving this sad place,
It caressed it over and over again
The only thing it clung to was gradually turning yellow. Maizi
couldn't help it,
Tears fell all over the ground.
In the past few days,
The rain in May explained everything
And then left without hesitation,
This seemingly dazzling land Days
Far away from the land that I have loved all over
It can no longer look down upon it,
People’s greed,
I can’t abandon the watermelon. Sweet
The watermelon field is not productive in May
Idle?
It has heard enough of people’s complaints
Complaining about parents< /p>
Complain, wife and children,
Complain about today?
Those
those with ugly interests are sad and pitiful
Use Sinful increase in production, sweetening needle stings
The bottom line of human nature
I want to stop it in May
I can't do anything
I have to cry Make ink,
Writing complaints in the air
Go to distant places to find the truest essence of human nature
The rain is intermittent? I am sad and weeping sometimes.
Always afraid of stories
Country poets such as my mother
Her poems
Word by word, inserted in
p>
Pieces of sweet potato fields
Retouched over and over again by the May rain
My mother
Poems originally published in the sweet potato fields
Will become a piece of prose with soaring thoughts
May Rain is very poetic.
May Rain is a very atmospheric essayist's May Rain
The sky with all fingers open
No longer able to keep a full-term fetus
You are falling with the amniotic fluid
The cry that splashes on the earth
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The smiley blush on my face
The day you were born
It rained heavily
In May, it should have It belongs to the dry season
But the rain
It carries the fragrance of osmanthus and the ripe yellow color of wheat
I hold branches full of fiery red pomegranates to welcome you
May
It is the encounter between you and the rain
It is also the encounter between me and you
If someone asks me
Five What is the most beautiful thing in the moon
I will say
It is you and the rain
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