If the rain moistens the heart, the clouds will melt with the wind.
I don't know when it began to rain. In a trance, I stood behind the floor-to-ceiling glass. Watching the rain fall on the window, with the rhythm of falling, the water sample twists and turns, and is blocked by a dark particle stuck to the window from time to time, so it has to detour. Folding raindrop marks, like small waves, never stop. Like my ups and downs at this time.
Separated by a drizzle, the scenery inside the heart echoes the scenery outside the heart.
I don't know when it began to rain heavily I saw wisps of thread sticking to the window, gradually flowing, like water waves on the lake in a pond, connected into pieces. I know that water never loves the past. Flow is its only fate, and this farewell is forever. But the heart in the rain, although it has rhythm with it, is reluctant to wash away the past rain, but it seems that it is this rain that enriches the already indifferent feelings.
Facing the rain outside the window, hold yourself tight and let all life stop in the rain curtain at this moment. Only a wet heart, and the sound and sound of gently rotating outside the window ... the rain is smooth, so smooth that it can't catch a drop. However, I don't know when I started, and my smooth days have accumulated so many trivial things, which have become surprisingly rough and rough that it is difficult to move forward. Are you black and blue by these trivial things in your life? Are you trapped in this rain? The rain will flow away, leaving me alone, with this seemingly empty window and this seemingly empty heart.
So, I slowly learned to use a word to tie myself up. Although I know that the passage of time has its natural process, just like the rain in front of me, it will eventually stop or even disappear without a trace, but when the tired mind doesn't want to do the slightest meditation, I will quietly and quietly return to the cocoon I made, let the dream dormant and let the desire freeze. Let yourself slowly spin silk into pupa in cocoon.
I miss those lonely, quiet rainy days, tiny boredom, and I can escape quietly with the rain in the smoky atmosphere and with my eyes looking around. Empty and surging thoughts can dance in the wilderness of the soul and float in the distant and unknown future. Between those dreams and waking up, although it looks like two worlds, it seems that there is only a thin line between them. The boundary between happiness and unhappiness is so vague and ambiguous, intentionally or unintentionally. There is a numbness of Enron, a faint resentment, and a faint warmth ... Perhaps for life, being in an uncertain state is the happiest?
I still remember the rain. It came so fast that we didn't bring an umbrella. I walked into your sight barefoot and wearing shoes. Therefore, although it will rain more and more in the future, I will still stubbornly stay in the rain. Watching the rain dancing in the wind, like fog and smoke, appeared in front of my eyes with you, and then drifted away. ...
It's still raining outside, but I dare not go out again. It's getting dark. I'm afraid I won't see you when I go out. I'm afraid there will be a lot of sadness after I don't see you, and it will keep falling with the rain. ...
Strangely, people often have an ancient sense of separation from people or things because of some ups and downs. We are just the opposite, although it is also ups and downs, but seemingly distant ideas, as long as there is rain, will be fresh and clear in front of us.
You said it was raining and foggy, so don't watch it for a long time. Eyes will change color after watching for a long time, and foggy eyes will rain ... In fact, in the rain, most of what I see is that I step on the rain barefoot, and the rain flower splashes all over you. You said with a smile that I am not strong enough, and flowers should look good on my face. But you know, at that time, your face smiled more beautifully than flowers, and my heart smiled more beautifully than you. ...
Perhaps, a woman like me should not be so emotional, too emotional and sentimental, and should not always say something stupid. But ... but I will always be infected by a scene inadvertently, which will remind me of many, many past events and many, many joys and sorrows. This feeling is telling me that there are people in this world that I care about and things that I should cherish? If ... if one day, I am no longer moved and sentimental, does it mean that I have very little in this world? At that time, what was the point of everything?
Rain is the most exciting mood.
Facing the rain hanging in the sky and listening to the falling rain, how can you not sprout all kinds of thoughts in your heart like rain?
Outside the window, it is raining, and it is still raining. ...
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