Life can also be a poem.
If you can let me move on slowly
Quietly looking forward to finding
The dusk in my arms is getting deeper and deeper.
Through the unknown mud
In the dark clouds
Finally shed tears for everyone
Missed or not missed encounters
In fact, life can always be a poem in the end.
After the rainstorm
My mind will be cleaner.
If you are willing to wait
All the floating clouds
Eventually, it will all flow into a river.
2. After the rain
Night sky after rain,
Silence is like a shawl on the shoulders of a praying woman;
The blue color of leaves means flowing ocean.
The hot body bathes there.
We sheltered from the rain under the locust tree,
Sitting and watching the clouds after the rain,
Watch dusk arrival, watch the night March,
Look at the first star shining from the top of the forest.
What is sleep time,
With imaginary sadness?
Some things often fly away from the years,
What came quietly?
We are hand in hand, heart to heart,
The stream listened to us quietly;
When a frog jumps on the grass,
I seem to see the earth blinking.
Step 3 after the rain
The green treetops are shining with golden light,
The square has become an ocean!
A group of barefoot children are in the water,
Happy as a fairy.
Little brother stepped on the water hard,
How high is the splash?
He shouted: "Sister, be careful, slip!"
Said he slipped!
He patted his muddy pants,
He said, "Shit, shit!"
And his happy red face,
But it exudes excitement and pride.
My little sister has two short pigtails,
Follow these muddy pants closely,
She bit her lip,
Grab the skirt,
Run gently and carefully,
I wish I could.
What a beautiful fall!
4. After the rain
The universe after the rain, like a conscience washed by tears, is silent.
There are silver waves on the sea, smoke clouds in the sky, Aomori in Matsubara!
On the flat shore, fishing boats line up,
Nobody left! There are two Three Lamps District,
Shining on a distant island-a new star?
5. After the rain
When it rains, you say that angels bow their heads in tears.
Drifting rain, elves flapping their wings and flying to the horizon,
Sow the seeds of the rainbow and let her bloom in the sunshine after the rain.
It rained and wet a peach garden.
There is a faint pink color like splashing ink.
Still washing the stone steps,
Dandelion's snow-white flowers with rain beads,
Shake it and show off the crown on your head.
The rain is floating, oblique and sprinkled on the eaves.
Cast a rain curtain on the world,
Watch it fall to the ground, then turn into a small rain bead and splash out.
Swallows spread their black skirts,
Slipped in the drizzle.
It's raining,
Fell on the window,
Condensed a faint mist,
Hanging with faint thoughts,
The genie caught the rain bead and returned to the distance.
Do you remember?
The easiest place to go is far away,
The hardest place to go back is home.