This is a day of crying.
Tears are rain.
Listen to the rain
When it is big, when it is small, when it is high, and when it is low.
From a distance, it is gray.
Round after round of rain
Rushing to the ground, avalanche.
Like a broken pearl
Hit the ground
Blink in the blink of an eye.
Join in groups.
Run away with the rushing water.
Look at the scattered raindrops.
I left my mother.
Find yourself a home.
Fall, fall.
Another example is countless slender needles.
Scattered on the ground
Scattered in the water
Scattered on the grass
Scattered on the street
Scattered on the umbrella
Scattered in ...
Make all kinds of noise
The trees in the rain swayed with the wind.
The crops are short and tall.
Pedestrian walking in the rain
Take an umbrella
Some people are running in the rain
The clothes are already wet.
An embarrassed expression
Soak through
Extremely tragic
Traffic
Make a harsh sound
The sight is a chaotic scene.
Happiness and sadness are accompanied by rain.
The rain made a mess of people
Quiet life
Modern Poetry 2 I am walking in the rain,
Step on a puddle,
It seems to be back,
The wayward days of the past.
Lovely rain boots,
I can't wear it anymore,
Only shoes,
From dry to wet.
I won't dare again,
In front of others,
Tell me how I feel.
Dare not in front of others,
Show my simplicity.
Why is the world now,
Can make people feel so stiff?
I really hope,
You can go back in time.
Reveal my heart,
Dare not in front of others,
Show my simplicity.
This world,
Why should I do this?
There are geese flying in the rain.
A thin thread like a lingering silk thread.
continuously
Keep cutting
I recall the thoughts of distant memories.
-The poem is clear.
Yesterday's downpour spoke of countless urgency, forcing the sky to be covered with a layer of white sand early in the morning and covering the people who left in a hurry with a layer of gray.
The fresh and pure air brings a little refreshing like rain, and I feel very comfortable and infinitely beautiful.
In this carefree, simple and mysterious country, the soil is wet with rain and water in early summer, emitting a fresh breath. It suddenly occurred to me that here, although it is not as luxurious and magnificent as a big city, this is the difference between big cities, and I can still see beautiful scenery and lush.
At this moment, all the sulks were melted by the drizzle, but the thread in my heart was lingering and kept cutting.
In my opinion, Qingming is the time to clean up the dirt left by our ancestors in the Ming Dynasty and provide a quiet living place.
I feel an inexplicable intimacy, a natural picture of my hometown, and I set foot on this land of deja vu.
My hometown? The place where our ancestors lived for thousands of years is still lush!
My idea! Miss your elders!
Although the elders have all passed away, they don't want to fall elsewhere! I still left my body and mind in the place where I struggled all my life. In the mountains, I can find their quiet place, surrounded by weeds, and I can see their desire to pursue life after death.
It's raining lightly. Every year, we shed tears for the people we care about, just like our memories and nostalgia.
Not far away, someone came again, carrying a few bottles of good wine to respect the elders.
It doesn't rain much, but here my skirt is wet.
In my memo, I first thought of my father-in-law's company.
I think, it is also in this land that my father-in-law took my hand. I am young, so I followed my father-in-law right and took small steps? My son, braving the same light rain, hurried home. My father-in-law took care of me very carefully, fearing that something would happen to me. Now, I can only see the once brilliant father-in-law in the photo.
Several heat waves piled up in my chest and then subsided with the light rain. I thought of my ancestors, sleeping under the soil, listening to my thoughts and laughing.
I cleaned the tombstones, hoping that they could have a clean place to live.
Ming and Qing dynasties ...
Xiaoyu stopped walking.
Never hide.
My thoughts and
Friends of Tomb-Sweeping Day.
disgorge
-The poem after the title is clear.
I like walking in the drizzle.
Cultivate sentiment and moisten hair tips.
It will cause ripples in my mind.
I like to travel in the rain.
Keep rowing and think about tomorrow.
You can whistle on my trunk.
I like running in the storm.
Phoenix nirvana, enjoy the experience
You can carve a colorful picture on my mind.
Watching the pedestrians on the road inadvertently speed up the pace.
I just found out
After sunset, it was raining in Mao Mao.
Roll on the side of the road and don't forget to show me my smiling face when you leave.
I don't know whether the rain chased people's footsteps or whether people's footsteps ushered in the ridicule of the rain.
Until pedestrians on the road toss and turn at will.
Keep your head down
I smell a familiar voice.
I once said: If I meet her on this road, I will definitely choose a light wave.
and
Leave only a little greeting.
Pass by without leaving a ripple.
We are together, and your absence is worthy of nostalgia.
After the thunder
It also brought me back to tomorrow.
A moment of looking back
Her smiling face is gone, too
Leaving only a little ripple on the road.