The palm of your hand sticks out of the window, and it is cold through it. The old city in my memory is an isolated city hidden in mountains and surrounded by fog and rain.
The rain in the old city, like a sad girl, quietly hides her face and cries; Misty rain is filled with melancholy and hazy beauty.
When I set foot on my hometown, it was only a moment to look back. The smell of apricot flowers in the air is still the same as that of that year; A lot of words that I couldn't say came to my mind slowly, filled with touching melodies in my memory, and quietly echoed in my ears. Stay but dare not look back, I am afraid of those warm feelings, so that my tears have nowhere to hide.
You haven't changed, but I'm not who I used to be. I miss thousands of miles because I didn't grow up for you. Distant thoughts in the season, so the chapters in the city are only for such a reunion. How long did it take, flying in the misty rain platform, or a dawn that I had been pursuing?
I once dreamed that on both sides of the road in the old city, Lin Yin Street was walking alone, and a person went to the wild in a fine misty rain. The coolness of the morning, antique street windows; The streets are long and mottled. I hope this time is not the past. Even if you cry happily, as long as you can find the paradise of your dreams. How can I forget the dream I told in the fleeting time, even in my sad hometown?
I used to think that there was no direction I wanted, so I stubbornly packed my bags and ran away from home. In a strange city, there are no poetic alleys and streams, only shadows accompany me to wander. Some stories, I don't want to tell, are only sad occasionally, and I think of those carefree past events again and again.
Walking on the windy road in light clothes, the turned leaves are slightly golden. There is a long-lost coolness in the air, so the city has no obvious seasonal boundaries. It is spring when flowers bloom, and summer when the wind blows. Fireworks rain lane, Dewaju wall. A pair of rusty knockers locked up a lot of smoke in the past, and there were drizzling leaves beside the carved doors and windows, and the sound of light beams still escaped from the crack of the door. At the other end of the alley, there is a girl without makeup, wearing a folded umbrella, shawl, straight hair, black hair hanging from her brow, and melancholy in a rainy remote alley. For that poetic girl, looking back at the roadside that overflowed with cool rain, it gave me a faint memory of my life.
After the rain, several children ran across the stone bridge, leaving a series of silvery laughter. The Millennium river under the bridge echoes from afar. The willow shadows on the shore are swaying, so I can't see them clearly. I can only hear the sound of paddles paddling across the water, tinkling and causing ripples. Dewdrops and smoke houses, green willows reflecting the painting bridge, and flying flowers and green willows splashed all over the body are all new ideas, which can only be borne by the gentle charm of the old city.
Smoke billowed from the kitchen in the distance. Well, I'm going home.
I expect a rainstorm.
It is drizzling,
It has been raining quietly for a long time.
Mixed with leaves,
The cool wind is floating on the earth.
A corner of the city,
Quiet and interesting,
People heard their own heartbeats.
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I hope a rainstorm will come,
Break this quiet and suffocating scene,
Let a heart as calm as water ripple,
However, the wind didn't come and the rain didn't come!
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At the end of the night,
The sound coming from a distance is like a bell,
The people in the bed are shaking,
Screaming inside,
Dry throat,
But I can't talk.
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I expect a rainstorm,
Wash away the silence,
Let the stopped heart beat freely;
I expect a rainstorm,
At the end of the night,
Dilute people's minds,
Let the tossing and turning people have a happy sleep!
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A rainbow appeared on one side of the sky.
I thought I saw hope,
No night fatigue at all,
Only madness,
There seems to be no more obstacles,
I have found the direction.
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It's just that things have changed,
The rainbow after a light breeze and a fine rain is only a moment.
There is also the rainstorm I expected, but I haven't seen it yet!