In the past two days, my phone has been receiving messages warning of heavy rain. After a day or two, it still hasn’t rained. However, it has been raining for several days on Douyin, and the weather is getting hotter and muggier.
What about the heavy rain that was promised? Is it possible that the Meteorological Bureau made a mistake? It was also raining heavily in many places, strong winds were blowing, and the fallen leaves on the ground were flying all over the sky.
But here it is yin and yang, cold and hot, and the green trees on the roadside have also ushered in their most glorious time. Unfortunately, the wind wants to take it away and sway from time to time. Taking away its dowry with its figure.
This afternoon finally ushered in the so-called heavy rain. It came with thunder and lightning, and soon the ground was filled with water.
I didn’t expect it to rain for several days in a row. I slept all afternoon and couldn’t sleep anymore. When it didn’t rain, I thought about rain. When it rained, I thought about when it would rain. It will stop. If you want to take a vacation while working, treat it as a day off! I feel so conflicted thinking about going to work.
I will wait for you here until the rain is over. It reminds me of "After the Rain" by Hou Xian.
I will be waiting for you until the rain is over. rain.
The city is full of water, purifying the separation in this life.
My heart is too caught up in the drama, and the dreams flow through the four seasons and are just memories.
Who are you crying to with the fireworks in your hands?
If possible, don’t let this rain end.
Slow down day and night and pick up your little bits.
I’m afraid it’s too late to look back and relive this moment as it was in the past.
The hazy figure outside the umbrella is you.
The beautiful melody coupled with the heartfelt lyrics and the monologue at the end made me indulge in the beautiful memories of the past, and I repeated this old song over and over again.
I am not afraid that the new songs will be good, but I am afraid that the old songs will be in my heart. I listened to the songs while reading the lyrics. The image was very strong, and I heard tears in my eyes later.
I have always felt that there is a kind of magic in the back string. Even though the song is very sad, it will not be shouted heartbreakingly, but sung calmly and calmly, so that it can remain in the hearts of the people listening to the song. Squeeze it softly, and the tender touch makes people cry.
This rain falls into my heart, I use the rain as ink, and I write poems.
There is a kind of love, which is obviously deep love, but the expression is not perfect; there is a kind of love, which knows clearly that one wants to give up, but is not willing to leave; there is a kind of love, which knows clearly that one wants to wait, but is stupidly alone and lonely.
There is a kind of love that clearly means there is no contact, but it will desperately think of the other person; there is a kind of love that knows that it will be hurt, but is unwilling to let go; there is a kind of love that knows that there is no way forward, but the heart has long since been unable to take it back. .
Time takes away many things from us, and in the end we are left with only memories. There were some things in the past that we will never forget; there were some people that we couldn't let go of.
As we walk along the way, we bid farewell to one part of the past and enter the next part of the scenery. The road is extending, the scenery is changing, and there is no eternity in life. When we go far and look back, many things have been blurred, many people have forgotten, and only a few people and things are related to us and involve our happiness and joy.