There was a lot of rain this summer. Get up in the morning, turn on the music, the fresh sounds of nature fill the room, and the troubles disappear. On rainy days, I should always lie in the text, feeling a lot of sadness, helplessness, and many more. ...
In fact, I feel that I have not been defeated by difficulties. I just feel that I have experienced storms and become stronger and more indifferent, and I can face the chaos and chaos in the world alone.
Thanks to my relatives and friends who walked with me, and thanks to the people who watched the scenery with me. When the prosperity is over, I suddenly look back: Who is whose scenery along the way?
The rain continued, and the flowers were drenched into residual red and became mud. The past is full of thoughts with the wind, recalling the journey of youth, and my heart no longer throbs, but I hate the rush of time when I put pen to paper, and my memory is shattered by raindrops.
Let the storm wash away the inner fatigue and troubles!
Do you know that rain contains infinite affection? Rain explains the vicissitudes of life;
Who can understand the rain telling? Are you laughing? Still crying?
I emptied myself to zero, listened attentively to the drizzle, and suddenly found the true meaning of life clearly visible in the rain. ...
Listening to the rain, as if listening to a surprise song, those melancholy and thoughts in my heart turned into a vague sentence, as if it were an antique, which instantly purified my heart.
Walking in the rain with a purple umbrella is like being in a fairyland. The wind is blowing raindrops, and raindrops fall on me to eliminate my sadness. I can't help wondering if raindrops are angel's tears.
Raindrops hit the gravel and branches, as if hitting my heart. Those memorable movies overlap in the rain. I dissolved myself in the drizzle, and my thoughts were saturated with poetry.
Sentimental, I am used to lying in words on rainy days. Summer rain once made me sad, and raindrops lingered in my world like fresh fine print.
The mark of water is an unforgettable memory in my life. Raindrops beat the earth and beat my dusty soul, and that sadness made me sad.
The drizzle is gentle, just like a clear speech, and the raindrops are like parallel poems, arranged and combined in summer time.
Listen attentively, the mark of rain, those melancholy, those heartbreaks, those unforgettable thoughts.
The imprint of water made my heart whisper, and dusty memories reappeared in the rain, inviting Xia Feng to step into the coolness together, and my thoughts were immersed in the boundless drizzle.
Listen to the rain under the umbrella, close your eyes devoutly, let your thoughts fly, and the imprint of the rain deeply attached to you will emerge in your mind.
Time is boiling in the rain, walking in the artistic conception of the rain, feeling the true self, but suddenly I find myself timid, never having the courage to get wet or reckless. ...
The imprint of water hangs the soul on the branches of the phoenix tree, making it fly poetically and wander in the sea, purifying the tired soul into a rainy landscape, making the rain wash away all the dust in the world and making the troubles disappear with the wind.
Lan Yun is quiet in the rain. She was once moved by Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane and shed tears. She fantasizes that she is a girl who likes cloves and can walk in the rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. Later, I wrote Rain Lane. A poem is long and continuous, written into my love and my sadness.
On rainy days, my heart hurts inexplicably, so on rainy days, I will sit down and cook a pot of old tea and get used to watching the tea rise and fall in the water; Listen to a soothing piano music, let the imprint of rain flow in your heart, or quietly lean against the window, or quietly watch the raindrops dance, or listen to songs related to rain. It turns out that listening to the rain is so beautiful. ...