I used to like walking in the rain at night because of the pure and bitter sadness when I was young. I don't know whether this is to get rid of my naive fantasy or to deepen simple sadness. I always feel that this world doesn't belong to me, and everything in my life is very confused, which makes me look like a master who has seen through the world and is deeply vicissitudes!
Today, I still like to walk in the rain at night, but the habit of many years has long lost my youthful frivolous youth, but it has really changed a bit! Perhaps this kind of vicissitudes of life is also imposed on yourself!
In fact, I like walking in the rain, especially wandering in the rain at night, because there is no noise and filth in the rainy night during the day!
The fields are boundless, you can't see anything clearly, and you don't need to tell the direction. The only thing you can clearly feel is the sound of rain, and the only thing you can clearly hear is the sound of rain. This should be a kind of enjoyment for me who likes wandering in rainy nights, because when I am happy, I will enjoy the poems and paintings belonging to the night through the drizzle. I don't know how many flowers will fall, but I think every petal falls on a rainy night. Only Rainbow Zhaojun and Yang Yuhuan, no one ever knew what they would look like when they lived to an old age, with wrinkles on their faces and teeth falling out. I don't know if they will sink fish and fall wild goose at that time, or if they will hide their ears and be ashamed of flowers!
Thirty years! Half a nail! Throughout my life, I am still young, because every time I wander in the rainy night, even if I slip, I can easily stand up, and my limbs are still strong and can stand the baptism of wind and rain.
When I am sad, I prefer to wander in rainy nights. Dirty things are washed away by rainy nights or die in the rain! Although I still often walk through the field path, I can't tell the direction, as if I were on my way to Naihe Bridge. I wonder if the Buddha will laugh at me and pretend to be sad. I don't know if Grandpa Yan will laughed at me and pretended to like it. Maybe I don't have that weight, and I don't deserve my parents to leave me a little green light.
Thirty years! Half a nail! All my life, I am rotten, because every time I wander in the rain at night, I seem to be hit by raindrops in the mud. I want to try to piece myself together. I want to find my self-esteem belonging to a life, but I can't stand the tear of time and the edge of the times!
Perhaps, the next rainy night, I will honestly stay in my room, close the doors and windows, put on headphones, and listen to Jiang Yuheng's "One Man" with a loud voice!
An article always has a good beginning. Just like a child, he is always kind when he is born. But I always want to write, because I can't write it right from the beginning. Some people say that you can do one thing well if you work hard, but you can do it to the extreme if you like to do one thing? I am the same, trying to be a good person, but I can't do it well. Of course, some people say that no one is perfect, and I often comfort myself like this, but I always toss and turn in the middle of the night and can't sleep.
Did I finish it today? Always ask yourself this question. A memory is full of surprises. Today, I fell down before I finished eating, wasting food. Today, shopping blindly on the Internet is a waste of money, quarreling with friends for a trivial matter and wasting friendship. ..... always like this. My good friend said that I am often too sensitive and there is no need to care about everything in my life. However, some people say, "I save myself three times a day …". That's a saint! What should I do? It is hard to be a good person, and it is even harder to be a good person. This is the conclusion I come to when I can't sleep every night.
Every morning, everything around me is a little different from yesterday. The slippers by the bed are closer to the edge of the bed, the trash can is stuffed with more garbage than yesterday, and the mirror on the table is not fastened as yesterday. Anyway, everything, I feel different Of course, some things cannot be changed! For example, yesterday's friends are still friends today and tomorrow. Yesterday's dirty words are in my ears today and tomorrow. Yesterday's right and wrong are here today and tomorrow. Tomorrow, tomorrow is just another morning. Same as yesterday and today.
My father always said that I was a giant in words and a dwarf in action. My mother often says that I am lazy, and no one will marry me in the future. My brother often says that I am the hope of my family, and my friends often say that ... quitting smoking is not good for my health. I remember everything, and I think it's right, but I can't do many things well. Unwilling to get up early, attend classes, work hard, take the initiative, flatter and please. So I don't deserve people who care about me. That's what I told them. But they said, I'm sorry for you, only you.
Today, there are a lot more fallen leaves on the roadside of the campus. My colleague told me that this is the leaf of the French phoenix tree, which is very beautiful and looks good as a bookmark. But I can feel that this leaf is only yellow except for its horns. I didn't think it looked good, so I chose a leaf that my classmates thought looked good and put it in the book.
It is late at night.
Lying in bed, listening to the dripping rain outside the window, tossing and turning, it is always difficult to sleep. A night alone, my heart, where to put it?
Close your eyes, but I can't get rid of your face in my mind.
I still remember that day, I got up the courage to tell you that I like you. I have always liked you, but you don't know that the time I spent with you in my memory is still so clear, but it has become the best memory in my life. I asked you with a smile, would you like to stay with me? You said we were only suitable for being friends, and I couldn't listen to the rest. I only hear my heart breaking. At that moment, I didn't know how sad I was and what to say. In that case, I won't force anything.
"She made what she thought was the right choice, so I have to hope that she is really right. If she can't love the person I want to love most, who else can want me? " Since then, I have enjoyed listening to this song "The Man I Love".
We are drifting away in each other's world.
I don't talk to you often, I don't call you alone at night, and you never take the initiative to find me. I tried to forget, but the scar in my heart will never heal. I told myself, where are there so many fish in the sea? Why do you always cling to someone who doesn't love you, and why do you always appear in my dreams in the dead of night?
"Time can easily throw people away, turn cherries into red and plantains into green." But you still exist in my mind. Do you like someone, but you need to forget it all your life?
Listening to the rain sounds like falling into a dream that I don't want to wake up. Music is like a flowing spring, empty drums and guqin breaking the sound of rain, like a long practice. In the traces of Jin Ge's iron horse, there is a dreamy sound like water and tenderness. On a moonlit night, it was raining in Mao Mao. I stood alone under the eaves, waiting for my mother to send me an umbrella. There are several old people and a girl who is nearly 20 years old under the eaves. Wait, wait, it's raining harder and harder. I hurriedly chopped my feet: "This weather is good morning. Why does it suddenly rain so hard at night? This sound is really annoying! " After listening to my words, an old man came over and patted me on the shoulder with a smile, and looked thoughtfully at the heavy rain outside the eaves: "Son, although this rain is annoying, if you listen carefully, it will be a touching song, which is mixed with many feelings." After listening to the old man's words, I looked at the majestic rain and listened carefully to this moving voice. Yes! There is sadness, happiness and helplessness in this rain, but it is the love of drizzle for people! The sound of rain, the dreamy sound of rain, does not bring joy to people, but can actually spread people's music. After a long time, the old man said slowly, "Rain symbolizes victory after setbacks. This is the tears of the winner, so the umbrella will wait for it. Waiting for rain is the fate of an umbrella. Just like you study, you will have knowledge if you study more. Therefore, learning is also your destiny. This rain is also like our life. After the rain, there will be a beautiful rainbow. Just like our life, only with hard sweat can we get the' rainbow' after the rain. Son, you are still young. I want to understand this slowly, I will go first. " Looking at the old man's disappearing back, I was thinking: this old man must be a profound and wise man, who can realize philosophy even in such an insignificant thing as rain. Touching the rain with my hands and listening to this touching voice quietly, I felt my parents' love for me and their sweat for me. On rainy nights and moonlit nights, there is sound in the rain, enlightenment in the rain, affection in the rain and love in the rain.
Although it is not spring yet, I can feel that it is the crisp rain written by Han Yu. I wonder what kind of night it is and how long it will rain. Is it cold outside? I can't sleep listening to its harsh singing. I opened the curtain, breathed into the glass window and drew a heart. Through this heart, I watched it hidden in melancholy.
The petal rain lingers, and the phoenix tree rains. How to describe rain in the dead of night? Countless familiar pictures are reflected in the rain, clear and vague, and memories are like quicksand, washed away by rain. If the rain is whose tears, then why is she crying? Could it be that a life is leaving, or a tragedy is continuing? Are elk still waiting on the beach for their brother who hasn't come back from the sea? It must be like this. Bleak wind and rain, thin figure, she firmly holds the ever-burning lamp, because
Because this lamp will definitely guide him home. Does the little mermaid miss her prince in the deep sea? It must be like this. She endured the great pain that her tail turned into a foot, but the prince didn't know her. She quietly turned into a bubble and could only be the daughter of the sea. Then the rain must be cold and bitter. If a life is coming, or a kind of happiness is blooming, then the rain must be warm and sweet. Open a window in one place, just
You can see heaven. If rain is whose song, then why does he sing? In the middle of the night, perhaps, someone is missing the moonlight, perhaps, in this wet song, nothing is thought. No Hanshan Temple, no boat passengers, no smell of Sauvignon Blanc, mountain tour, water tour. Before I think about flowers, my mind is full of gloom. How can it be cool and good in autumn? One person.
Drinking under the silver light and singing alone on the water, an inspiration connected with rain has been falling since ancient times and carved into fireworks on the glass. Perhaps this is the score of that song. Because we have happiness, we must have sadness at the same time. When we are lonely, we will be wrapped more and more tightly by this feeling. So many times, we will become powerless and can only sigh gently in our hearts. This seems to be a habit and a melody.
Looking at the halo of the street lamp, it seems that there are many concentric circles in the rain, soft and warm, like the echo of an angel's smile. Ye Zi hummed a ballad. She said that as long as the heart yearns for a kind of hope, the wind and rain can be woven into poetry. Then, I can't help but imagine what will happen after the rain stops. At night, there will be no rainbow. But rain will purify the sky. The night sky is not black but dark blue. You can look up at the stars after the rain. Yes, don't look up at the moon, just look up at the stars. Stars, not whose eyes,
Whose wish, hanging in the sky every day, just can't be realized. When there is only one diary left in youth, you can still remember it.
The rain outside seems to have slowed down, and the finger painting on the window is no longer clear.