Romantic Prose: Romance of Rain
Rain is divided into seasons. In different seasons, there are different fates and thoughts.
Spring rain always carries the smell of wet soil, the smell of grass and the sound of flowers blooming on the vast land. Rain across the cheeks, stroking new buds, kissing vibrant trees? Even in rainy season, sweet bayberry can mature. It always seems to be in this season. When I was young, I always saw my grandmother pick me up with an umbrella after school, and then I walked and played on the road. When I meet a muddy place, grandma will carry me there. This is why I never have to worry about getting wet, because grandma is behind me. Now I don't know if I walked too fast and ran all the way, or if my grandmother was old. At that time, my grandmother was old. She is always fifty years old. She only smiled at me on the wall and only smiled at me in memory. I can't see her figure as soon as I turn around. The umbrella can only support itself, and before you know it, the rain has wet your sleeve.
Nine years have passed and many things have changed. By the time I got back, the door of the first room was already crumbling. Those have gone away and become a part of the silence of time. Many of them have been forgotten, but warm in not fade away. The past melted under the rain, and new hopes sprouted under the rain. At this time, the rain is romantic and lingering, with the warmth of memories, the freshness of memories and the longing for the future.
Summer rain always smells of air flowing, and the refreshing smell resounds through the whole sky with the sound of lightning and thunder. Raindrops form a transparent bead curtain and burst into clear spray. It can't wait to penetrate into the earth and blend into the rivers and seas. It didn't return to the clouds until it heard the call of the sun, looking forward to the next flight and adventure in the clouds.
And we are waiting for the stimulation of rain in the next stage of the cloud.
Even if there is a storm, I will be in a good mood as long as I think of the rainbow, blue sky and cool air after the rain. Legend has it that the rainbow in the sky is the trace of God's finger in the sky. It must be a blessing and encouragement after setbacks, and it must be a bridge of missing. He also looked at the trace in the north and thought of her in the south. If you are in the mood to appreciate the scenery after the rain, you can see that the trees are richer, the flowers are more beautiful and the grass is more energetic. If you have the heart to appreciate those water drops, you will see that the small and far world inside seems to be a microcosm. You can see your childhood through that world. Several children squat together to observe a small matter for a long time, and when they grow up, this right seems to be less free; Several children tried to pick the newly opened Yu He by the pond and stretch themselves. When they arrived in the city, they lost this nature. Several children are crazy together, regardless of gender. When I grow up, I know how to be a lady and understand the darkness of this world. Rain will not repeat, nor will it ever. However, at this time, the rain is a brilliant warm season, which permeates the whole Shan Ye and my heart.
Autumn rain always carries a strong sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, with the taste of missing, with the sadness of hometown in my heart. Walking on the campus avenue, stone road, holding an umbrella, I saw osmanthus fragmenting the land under my feet, and there were no yellow leaves floating all over the floor. I feel hollowed out when I think of myself wandering outside and my parents who are working hard outside.
Now I am walking in the rainy season of youth, starting from this autumn. So I said to myself, I want to get soaked, so that every drop of rain becomes wet instead of scarred. Autumn is not only the season of returning to the earth, but also the season of sadness and harvest. Whenever I see the gray sky, I want to raise my hand. It is blue and brilliant. I know I'm not God. I just want to make my sky brighter and people around me happier. I know I lie to myself sometimes, and those ambiguities have an unspeakable taste, looming in the rain.
However, I stubbornly make myself strong. Because even on rainy days, my family's concern and friends' greetings make me cry. I always remember when tears first came out of my eyes. Autumn rain is romantic in its profound thoughts.
The winter rain rotates in the cold season, with the smell of cold wind and bleak smell, as well as the sound of hibernation. There is no heater and hot air in winter, and the bed is very attractive. At that time, I always wondered if I should waste my youth under the covers. Even if you go out with an umbrella, you will bend under the wind. Maybe because the wind brought too many letters, you couldn't post them in time, but you went. Winter came and the wind was very urgent. The rain at this time has a gray tone and a cold breath. We will shrink our necks unconsciously and dare not walk in the rain, because the cold will stay behind you and be ready to blend in with you at any time. Only when winter is coming to an end do we love the spring brought by rain.
But when it changes shape, it is another matter. Turned into frost or snow, dyed the whole earth white, romanticized countless couples, and made groups of lovely children happy? The rain in winter is very romantic, because it has magic and will be deformed.
Legend is just a legend, but I always believe it in my heart.
I like rain, and life is probably always ready to meet rain until it becomes a part of my body. So a great force, it comes from heaven. There will always be countless heavy rains in life, and there will also be countless light rains as scheduled. Please don't refuse, maybe there is a letter that belongs to you, your legend.
Romantic Prose: Monopoly Romance
Romance is an answer, there is no standard answer. Romance is infinite nostalgia, and it is a tie that can't reach the end. Romance is Cupid's arrow, and chasing you is touching. Flowers are the romance of the 1970s and 1980s, and fireworks are the bottom line of the 20th century. The young post-90 s transcended time and adapted the old program into a simple program. Light candles in the dark, beating flames surround the heartstrings, faint candlelight, fiery teenagers, innocent kisses, and romance has the answer! The gentle wind blows through the mountain road full of sunset clouds, brushing away long hair like a shady curtain. The naughty sunset reflected a pair of pictures holding hands, and the shadow gradually became bigger. Slowly, the two figures approached and the leaves were dancing. They hid in the shadow of the dance tree. ......
A boat with a flat leaf, carrying the calm water, paddles in the red lotus pond, picks a daffodil, smells it, scoops up a handful of water, giggles and writes a romantic poem. The beautiful image of the Iraqi attracted the homesickness of the pond, which made her blow away Fushun, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and could not hide his wandering feelings. Just a moment together, all we need is careful thinking. Romance has given the younger generation a real mission and witnessed the boundless heart with true feelings. Two little romances need to take on a new look, with flowers flowing before and after. We are teenagers of the same age as romance, and we have our own romance!
Romantic Prose: Dating Romance
Frozen fingertips, it seems, can't write too many spirals, guarding the gray season, warm nest, pale thinking may have been exhausted, but still melodramatic in the world of words, just waiting for an unexpected snowfall.
/kloc-in the north of 0/2 months, it is naturally cold, and the bleak outside the window has already spread. All my poetic reverie faded with this cold current, and the only romance left in my heart was a falling snowflake. I know that this fairy-like thing is not so easy to fall off in the northwest air, but I know that she will give us a close kiss every winter, even if it comes a little late, it is just as beautiful and moving. So, I didn't want to miss this pure white beauty, so I made a winter romance for myself: turning into a snowflake and roaming the world in a fairy tale.
Wait as always. Do not need anxiety, do not need indifference, it is best to be faint. Pushing open the window, I can't see the indigo naturalis of Qingyuan Mountain in the gray sky, but I feel that there is some fog and dust between heaven and earth. In fact, the unit is in the suburbs, you can see the mountains, close to the water, quiet and without any noise. I have long been used to silence, and I don't need to look for it deliberately. What life has given me is this bright day and the warmest love in the world.
This winter is no different from the past, and there is no snow in1February. But I understand that it will arrive soon, maybe on the way, but I am a little anxious, holding my impatient heart down, a bit like waiting for you to come back. Every time you come to see me, I'm nervous. I am no longer a girlhood, but I still feel the seeds of love for you. This feeling is wonderful, as if I have not grown old for many years.
Bai Luomei said: All encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation. We may have made an appointment in a previous life. I am the crystal girl in your fairy tale, and you are the prince in the fairy tale. Only a pair of water crystal shoes opened the curtain of love in this life and reunited with each other. We don't have romantic dance, but there are things that dance can't replace? Romantic? A romance that can't be read in words.
Finally, my thoughts opened in the silent hut, but they didn't converge, because there was really snow outside the window, small but light, like what? Just like Zhao dancing in your palm, just like a white fairy, I can't describe it in words, really, I can't. In desperation, I called you to tell you that it was snowing. I heard the joy of your busy schedule, and there was a surprise in your voice, but there was only one sentence: Stop freezing, be like a child.
Sometimes, just one sentence, I burst into tears and my heart was full of surprises. Women are really fragile, but they are also very satisfied. I don't want much, as long as I have your day.
Life reality is boring, fairy tales are romantic, and people who always shuttle between them must be happy. At least I think so. Looking at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, I remembered that your frozen red hands gave me endless warmth, so I felt that this season was not so cold. Out of the house, one petal, two petals, three petals, snowflakes fall on the branches, on the hair tips, and in the heart? This relationship, we made an appointment, but it was in a dream.
The snow became thicker and thicker, and gradually the ground turned white. The village was shrouded in foggy white, as if the earth was covered with a silver water coat. Open the palm of your hand, let the snowflake fall, and a petal falls on the warm palm, which gradually melts with the temperature? Falling in love with snow and this ethereal beauty is destined to be just a white romantic dream. Love that falls in the palm of your hand will gradually dissipate with the temperature. However, I don't care about this for a long time. At least it exists in my palm, and others can't perceive it. My hands and my heart are always aware of its existence. What disappears is snowflakes, but what can't fade is love.
Perhaps, for a relationship, I can't stay in the palm of my hand, but the emotion immersed in the skin has already penetrated into the bone marrow. I can't catch a moment of romance, but I catch the true feelings of my life. I think I am very happy.
So, whenever it snows, I am willing to take off my costume for this romantic moment and wait for the prince in the fairy tale to return? Snow, wish, love and moisture are continuous.
Honey, you and I agreed to be romantic for a lifetime, you know? Although every time is a moment in my palm, with your love and your heart, I am still warm even in the cold winter.