The dripping rain, like a broken pearl, has been raining for a day and a night. The air is mixed with rain and the smell of soil and grass.
The glass window has been tightly attached by layers of light rain and fog at night, and occasionally a few bright rain beads come with the wind, rotating and landing, gorgeous in the sky.
I quietly raised my hand and touched the window, and a cool feeling went straight to my heart along my fingertips, spreading and flooding in my heart. It seems that every rainy day, my mind has to turn a thousand times, and there is always a sudden sadness lingering in my heart for a long time. It seems that every rainy day, some past events will come out to mix, and there is always an inexplicable sadness that can evoke hot tears and fall silently. Perhaps, at the end of the rain, it is also a place of missing.
I don't know when the rain that changed day and night finally stopped. Through the hazy glass window, I saw the traces left by the plane after crossing the border in the cloudy sky. The white trace that should be extremely clear is looming at this time, adding a touch of sadness to the sky. A flash of memories flashed through my mind, and I suddenly missed the past days. Phillips' song "Poison of Memories" came from the computer, and I didn't pay much attention to it when I listened to it on weekdays. At this time, it sounds like adding a trace of sadness and depression to an already sad heart. I can't help but sigh in a low voice: if life is like the first time, how good it would be!
I don't want to immerse myself in endless sadness, but I am surprised to find that I have worked very hard to make myself happy many times. In the end, it is useless to let myself fall into sudden sadness again and again. There are always some sad feelings, and I can always find some lines that are very similar to memories in reality, and continue to extend like vines until I successfully connect some memories again, and my heart is choppy. Reluctantly, I went to the piano, looked at the music, and casually opened Liang Guang's fairy tales. Let the sadness and sadness that suddenly welled up in my heart at this time go away with the sound of the piano.
Autumn should have been a fruitful harvest season. For me, it has become a season full of sadness. There is a lingering drizzle in the sky, wandering in the notes of spring, summer, autumn and winter, thinking about the short-term happiness generously given to me by the god of fate, and then returning to the reality of the rainy and sad late autumn, my mood magically calmed down. Looking at the gray sky outside the window, I know it will still be sunny after the storm, just like the dawn will always be after the night.
The rain and fog are hazy and drizzling. Sadness fades, and the indifferent and peaceful mentality remains. I quietly planted a sunny rose in my heart, let it sow sunshine in my heart every lonely rainy day, warm my cold and sad heart and add warmth to my own.