It was raining quietly, without any sound, and the glass windows were covered with water drops. This is not a complete pearl, but a scattered soul. Paddle quietly with a little frothy feeling. Suspended but hazy through the window, unclear and uneven, just inadvertently stirred the mood. Either quiet or warm.
Drunk as wine, occasionally picked up thoughts are also disturbed by the rain outside the window. Peach trees are bare. Although there is no baldness, they are replaced by a new desire. It seems that there have been green leaves sticking out their heads to breathe the long-lost air, as if the whole tree was cold and full of vitality. Willow branches enjoy dancing in solitude, with elegant curves and rhythm from the occasional passing wind, which seems messy, but in fact it is chaotic. That charm is not tacky, elegant as if in the hands of friends. The bridge is not antique, but it cannot count the years. It seems that there are several mosses at the critical point between the water and the wharf, which are scattered and disorganized, but chic and lovely. Like a Buddha, it has already ignited my thoughts, and maple leaves covered the path, submerged in the water and grew old a little, and finally disappeared. However, there is a lake that bypasses the path and spreads all the time. It was covered by a bridge and the overflowing water poured out. At that time, the sound of running water spouted. The pool under the bridge gives off thick moisture. But it is as ethereal as smoke, too thick to see. The overflowing water vapor came to my face. Although it is not gorgeous, it smells cold.
The wintersweet in the garden in front of that building should also be scattered. Maybe it was mixed with air and infected with the whole body's fragrance. Even the dizzy light rain couldn't help sneezing, but it was well concealed. It turned out to be a good family, but when I passed by the treetops, I inadvertently revealed clues. It seems that nothing has changed, but I don't know that my spirit has increased several times. The aquatic plants hanging on the pine trees can testify. The whole pine tree seems to be decorated with crystal lights, and there seems to be light in the crystal. Although it is extremely weak in white, it infects your mood. Those plum blossoms were scattered all over the floor, squeezing the grass on the ground. So intact, as if not blown down by the wind, but escaped by yourself, like a child stealing love, so that you can't bear to be harsh. Just let it lie there quietly and don't disturb the dream in the rain. It's like a Buddhist painting, but you can really hear bubbles coming out somewhere in the rockery. There is only one pine tree on the rockery, and several weak grasses don't look monotonous. The water must have taken a breath. Stayed in the water for so long. I tried to jump out, but I didn't want to stand the cold air, just complaining under the water.
Just inadvertently saw your little charm, but people are reluctant to leave. Forgive me for not writing about your beauty, because I'm leaving today. There's no time to watch you laugh. Four years, you have matured, but I don't know you very well. You just don't know. Just like complaining and fooling around, you don't care. You just sit quietly. It's just that I'm leaving, and I can't stick it in my arms. Say goodbye like this. I will draw your picture and review it from time to time.