After the rain, the sky does not shed tears.
Light rain and humidity
Tears embellish feelings
Looks like fog, like a dream.
Like a curtain of cotton rain.
Deeply intoxicated
Enjoy your tenderness
But the wind is catching people.
Blurred my eyes.
Moistened my heart.
I know
After the rain, the sky does not shed tears.
No sunshine
I can't see the gorgeous rainbow.
Yun, don't laugh at me.
Obsessed with the pursuit of nostalgia
The sun sets.
Feel sad again
Only pieces of residual red flowers flew away.
After the rain, the sky is full of words/feelings
After waking up, I opened the soft floral curtain and opened the window to make it clear. A refreshing attack came, and I couldn't help looking out. It is wet everywhere. Last night, while we were sleeping, a heavy rain came quietly and accidentally knocked down the flowers on the peach blossom and dark green litchi tree. It is possible to predict the arrival of this rain and grow into a pearl-sized fruit early, although some can't bear the rain.
On the low tile roof in the distance, some autumn leaves have long since disappeared. Will someone who sympathizes with them pick them up and bury them in their memories? Will you feel sad because you left home all autumn and winter? There are pools of water on the concrete floor, which can't reflect the beautiful faces of the flowers from the border. When the wind blows, they cry. The grass in the flower pond greedily sucks the rain and grows hard, growing a lot overnight.
I can't help but look nervously at the trees not far from the window and listen carefully. Fortunately, the mother bird and the nest that accompanied me for a long time were not frightened by the rain. Those birds keep chirping with their little green mouths. The mother bird lingers around the nest with worms in her mouth and flapping her solid wings. It rained so hard that I even heard their chirping and suddenly felt a long-lost joy and excitement. I want to go over and touch it.
Since this bird became my neighbor in a morning I can't remember, every morning in such a noisy city, when I am tired of those artificial noises, I can listen to their cheerful songs, just like a beautiful flowing melody around me, and feel that I have entered that kind of nature and calmed my silent morning. In my former home, there were trees and flowers, and I missed my relatives around me day and night, as well as the Myrica rubra tree and the purple Myrica rubra tree next to my home, which made my eyes greedy.
Every morning, I open my eyes and open the window, breathing the refreshing breath, watching the mother bird shuttle back and forth in the sky, watching the hard work and care of the bird, watching the busy figure and loving eyes of my parents in the distance, pulling me, I can't help crying.
When birds grow up, they will always leave me, just like we leave our parents. They will stay in another tree forever and soar in the sky that belongs to them. On that day, I really don't know what kind of mood I will be. It should be melancholy, loss and sadness. I will do the same when a nest of birds is gone, and there are no birds in the whole world. What kind of life would we live without friends to accompany us human beings?