It's raining tonight, and there is a rustle outside the curtain.
I opened the glass door, and the wind came uninvited, moist and cool, and refreshing. It's quiet and cold here, melting the summer heat, leaving only a quiet and peaceful place. If you bring Zen, it will be even harder.
The lights on the balcony are on, and the dust on the lampshade is lazy, soft, powerless and far away, so there is light and shade, so there is rain falling from the darkness. When it penetrates into the light, it suddenly flashes, so there is the mystery of this night and the vitality of dancing rain.
This strange night rain blurs the world and makes the world around you suddenly strange. As if all of a sudden, a world is far away, but a world is approaching. The light and shadow in the rain, the broken jade on the eaves, the humidity in the wind, the cold in the hour ... The coming world, in the blink of an eye, has filled the eyes, ears, hair and skin.
Below the balcony are wild weeds, some people are so tall, staggered and layered, which tightly cover the years, clear water and yellow dust. The deepening night and the torrential rain have blurred my eyes, and in the haze, the real illusion is superimposed.
The grass that made the rain, I saw the agile slug get in and disappear;
I saw the frightened squirrel get in and disappear;
I saw the cat next door get in and disappear;
I saw my childhood boy get on the bus and disappear;
I saw the desolate moonlight go in and disappear;
I saw all the rain turn into time and disappear in time.
Weeds grow wildly in the neighboring world, but the neighboring world depends on weeds helplessly.
Rain, you go underground to your heart's content, covering up the wind and my sobs. Tonight, it's time for you and me to make up. I am willing to drink a thousand rounds of wine with you in absolute sadness and ecstasy. ...
It's just that when I'm drunk, you say:
No sorrow, no joy, no end.
It rains at night, and prose 2 goes out to do business and waits for the bus at a station. Inadvertently, two similar figures appeared not far ahead. It was an elderly couple, about sixty years old. They obviously just got off the bus and are walking on the sidewalk. The old woman walks on the right, and the old man's right hand rests on the old woman's left shoulder and walks on the left, just like the intimacy of the old couple.
At this time, I found that the old man's left foot was not neat, and his left hand was not neat, as if he had a neurological disease and was shaking all the time. Every time he lifts his feet, he feels a little ups and downs, but he walks steadily step by step without crutches.
The old man's right hand has been resting on the old woman's shoulder, walking steadily. Obviously, the old woman's shoulders played a great role. It turned out that he took his wife as a fulcrum and borrowed some strength from her every step. The old lady walked normally, holding something in her hand, without helping the old man, and chatting with him casually. In this way, they walked past me calmly and naturally, from one end of the sidewalk to the other, and gradually merged into the crowd.
That pair of figures with tacit understanding, there is a kind of familiarity over the years, there is a kind of tacit understanding with each other, as if they were one person, so perfectly matched! Every step of this foot follows the other foot, seamless, like dancing.
No drums, no rhythm, the heart beats at the same frequency and steps out at the same time. In life, at every step of ordinary walking, who selflessly lends you a shoulder as your crutch? Who is following in your footsteps and dancing with you?
Another morning, after getting off at Jie Fangbei, there are still ten minutes to go to work. I read the news in the newspaper column under the banyan tree in front of Chongqing New Century Department Store on Zou Rong Road.
Early in the morning, some people sat sparsely on the street stools under the banyan tree. At this time, an old man came over and looked at their walking posture. I guess they are over seventy years old. I don't know whether they are tired from walking or morning exercise, so they are going to sit on the bench and have a rest.
The old woman was about to sit down, but the old man pulled her and motioned for her to wait. I saw the old man take out a pack of napkins from his pocket, open it, take out a piece of paper, bend down, carefully wipe the bench to sit on, and then let the old woman sit down. I took a few more steps, threw the waste paper into the trash can, and then came over and sat next to the old woman.
Two people sitting hand in hand, watching the young men and women coming from the front, whispering something from time to time, so comfortable, so calm, so calm. The morning light shines on the happy old people through the leaves of banyan trees, and penetrates the wisps of silver on the forehead, leaving a gorgeous golden color, which is so beautiful!
At that moment, I felt that time stopped slightly, and some beautiful things climbed out of the sunrise and spread in the world.
These two beautiful figures, rushing by, have a beginning and an end. What kind of guardian is it? A wisp of emotion, starting from a gradually approaching figure, begins to rejoice as soon as it comes to mind, and begins to hold hands as soon as it comes to mind, not seeking eternity, but being together for life! The years between your fingers are picturesque and boundless, so what's wrong with being slightly drunk in the singing of daily trifles!
Allow an ear to always have a whisper that will accompany you all your life!
Allow a pair of feet to accompany you all the time!
No flowers, no wine, no hoe, no shape, no shadow, only in this way can you get drunk! It's not funny to listen to the midnight bell of Hanshan Temple with you when you are young. Sitting under the banyan tree with you when you are old is not a fantasy. Outside the window bar of the book lamp, the petals are the concern of falling branches and the most affectionate companion. After the prosperity, the lead flowers are washed away and still linger! The banyan tree is fragrant, penetrating the sun and fragrant everywhere-
Who was drunk in Sandy's glass palm? A river, a mountain with red leaves, beckons to goddess peak in the distance, and the shadow of the rain at night is lost, which makes it difficult to catch up with the amorous feelings of the Millennium.
The milky way flows quietly in the light and shadow of the stars, attracting each other in the most mysterious way in the universe, and the eyebrows are no longer lonely. Then, hand in hand, waiting for a lifetime, near and far, never leaving, like a kite, constantly stumbling. It is precisely because the timeline spans the light and shadow that the wind across the lotus pond is somewhat fragrant. In the deep heart's core, there are always those faint whispers that tell the deepest attachment in this life!
Ten thousand banyan trees, pale yellow flowers, candles cutting the west window, lush time everywhere, in the endless rush of the world, just because of the original surprise, just because of holding hands, so I have no regrets, I don't want to escape, I don't care about the cold wind in winter, I don't care about getting drunk!
Accompanying figures, like the veins of green leaves from spring to autumn, from abundance to thinness, from white to light yellow, have been accompanied and gradually deepened, strolling on the bluestone board that has gone through thousands of times, letting the colorful leaves in late autumn fly around, letting the drizzle in early winter drift by, letting the warm sunshine fall gently on my body, and you accompany me.
The dusk floating on the moon and the slowly spent days seem to be walking with overlapping steps. The way you and I look, we can't avoid the makeup of time. We wake up every morning and blink at you. Your face is still very delicate, and there are occasional white hairs on your forehead. Why are you so pitiful and so distressed?
Therefore, I always want to ignore the progress of time gently! Fundus, a smile, a frown, a pout, are engraved with the amorous feelings at first sight-
When it first snows, I enjoy the softness in the cold and feel very comfortable!
Qian Shan sunset snow, the original lonely shadow, from longing, distant appreciation, to closeness, step by step; From touching the back of the hand occasionally, to hooking the little finger, to holding hands with each other, what a wonderful and difficult time it was. In the aftertaste, it is sour and astringent, all sweet! The peach flew away, burning with its brilliance. In these decades of life given by time, the opportunity is at your fingertips. There are too many things in the world and there are always too few lovely things!
Fingers are too wide to carry much.
When I understand that holding hands is together, I just want to hold hands for a lifetime! Under the harvest of spring and autumn, let clean eyes have deep attachment! If life comes to an end, I can still hold your hand between going and staying. In the final sadness and joy, I felt the warmth I had held for a lifetime, and even if I was about to die, I had no complaints.
Under the mottled banyan trees in the city, the pressure of years always overflows deep or shallow. From the graceful blue silk skirt to the bloated and slow gown, holding that hand smoothly seems to be ethereal and bright, and the sky is over, or lamenting that Yun Shenchu is where he belongs, covered with a picture scroll and dyed with ink and white hair at the end; It's like an epiphany, the feelings are moving, only the beginning, not the end, one step at a time, as if the elderly couple can cooperate with the perfect pace without music and rhythm!
Looking back, the years passed, that figure, those hands gave the warmth of the years. I have played an umbrella, washed clothes, cooked meals, cut my hands when cutting vegetables, and there are faint calluses left by housework. My appearance is no longer glamorous, faded and refined, and I am infected with fireworks, but it is still perfect! I like this hand, brushed away the joys and sorrows, wiped away the tears, and still held it tightly.
Thousands of trees bloom and thousands of acres of bamboo forests are continuous, just for the sake of poor food. Wipe the bench under the banyan tree for you to sit on and be a crutch for you to walk on the road. The accompanying figure is wrapped in warmth in the staggered time. No matter how much time flies, no matter how much sunset is left, it doesn't matter, it can't be seen through, can't be seen through, and can't be broken!
The water is ruthless and the seasons are prosperous. Fahua gradually rose, holding hands and following each other closely. Eyebrows have no intention of avoiding it. Wait for the best season to flow, wait for the scenery to see through. Who is it, still watching the flowing water with you?
Drowning in life, hoeing in the world of mortals, building an eternal world, clinging to an idea, time penetrates the palm of your hand, accompanied by cold and warm, leaving only a more leaky scar engraved on the back of your hand, gradually drying the meridians of Zhao Hua, changing the cocoon marks, a song "When you are old", drooping eyebrows, a person still loves the wrinkles on your face when you are old!
Palmprint is not the fate of clutch, but the hands holding each other will always convey a trace of warmth!
Looking back, looking back, in the depths of time, at the water's edge of wormwood, who laughs best! After Sansheng, Yuan Shen died, his soul dispersed and his body died. On the deep cliff of Bashan thousands of feet, there are also hanging coffins and bones that don't rot together, accompanied by ebb and flow, listening to the fishing boat sing late, watching the red leaves reflect the mountains, and drenching the night rain together!
I understand from time to time, perhaps, in this life, quarreling is awkward, someone is doomed to lose to someone, he will not be soft-hearted; Thankfully, a pair of hands will always be with a pair of hands and never die!
Years are fragrant, smiling and tearful. With the warmest company, put your hands together and look forward to seeing you in the afterlife!
Yi's mouth is a touch of beauty and soul-stirring gentleness, such as orchids and chrysanthemums!
When it rains at night, it will be windy at night. Standing on the balcony, looking at the gray clouds in the distance, there is a kind of loneliness at your fingertips under low pressure, which spreads in your heart. Perhaps, happiness, like those once extreme and wonderful clouds, leaves a ray of colorful flowers after passing by. When the gray clouds rose, my heart began to be lonely. There is a faint yearning in my heart, and it is also mixed with a kind of ignorant sadness.
The rain, just like this, suddenly began to drip. Hit the balcony, dribs and drabs, telling the melancholy. Dry and wet, wet and dry. Eyes caught, heart entered, full of endless thoughts. At this moment, my heart has come a long way, and I feel that the journey of life has changed from the initial dullness to a tortuous and profound dream. When the rings of the years turn forward, facing those old faces, what kind of heart should we firmly approach? What kind of feelings should I tell you about the past?
If a person's life deviates from the logic of reality, what kind of harm should it be? Perhaps, it takes a lot of joys and sorrows to learn to be calm. And some things, slowly disappearing, or settling into the water, can only be tasted alone at the moment of circulation. Faint, there will be a kind of cold.
In the blink of an eye, the raindrops turned into a rapid rain curtain. Obliquely woven on the banana, slipping down, if the moonlight is cold, under the moonlight, the heart is missing, but also sad to see those oleanders, leaves turning in the rain, full of tension. There are petals, falling in the rain, large areas of powder and white, overlapping together, with a sad, but confusing intoxication.
The CD is still spinning: Rain in the Night by Li Jin. I like it very much. The sound went through the curtains, and the rain continued, leaving no room for maneuver. Just like the gray clouds on the distant mountains, they are also listening silently:
When will I come back? Repeated questions can't answer you. The distance is a dream. Tomorrow is a mystery. I only know that there is no rain in Bashan in the distance. Holding a faint smile in candlelight has become a mystery for thousands of years. Sorrow is a pot of chaotic wine. This is a chess game. I don't know if I should cry for me tonight. The plank road built for many years has lasted in my heart for many years. I think my home is an eternal beauty. The west window that can't be pushed open is full of dissatisfied autumn pools, cut by your tenderness.
Actually, this is not a touching song. More like a handful of finely scattered incense, it has been floating. Crossing time and time again, crossing distance after distance, narrowly meeting myself, then passing by and walking away. It doesn't belong to me, it just belongs to itself. Just like a memory, it only belongs to that time period.
Many many years ago. Saying this concept of time is like telling a story. A man came to a strange city. On a rainy day, watching the rain outside the window, my mood travels through time and space, through flowers and shadows, through sadness, and reaches the distant world. Really want to, there is a way to escape, you can hide yourself. A person is lonely, lonely, with nostalgia for his hometown, disappointment for his loved ones and confusion about the future. I don't know how to persist tomorrow. This song "Rain at Night" rings in my ear. The yearning, desolate and helpless tone made my heart sink. I couldn't tell you how I felt at that time. I can only listen except listening. I've been listening to the gloomy look. As night fell, the rain stopped.
Perhaps, everyone has this experience in the journey of life. The process of hesitation, sadness, effort, fatigue, excitement and repetition. Life is more like a boat, sometimes moored in the harbor; Sometimes, stay on the water; Sometimes, it stirs in waves. Hope and excitement, difficulties and adversity need to be faced one by one. Now, in the face of a rain, my heart has forgotten how to start. It is missing, nostalgia, sentimentality, which keeps the footprint of time.
I can't bear to ask: why are you in such a hurry to leave? It seems to be just a moment, and I fell asleep in my memory. But do you know that when a sentence in the book says, "I miss you …", I jump out gently, and my voice is far away and silent, but it is gentle enough to make people cry. Perhaps, just as your back is drifting away at the end, some things are doomed. For example: like a person, listening to the rain under the window; Like a person, weave shallow memories with words; Like a person, but be silent when I miss you.
The rain is beautiful. But it is also sentimental. Without time and space, there are always many inexplicable sighs. Many things will not change because of determination. Many times, only letting go is the only thing. In fact, the world is too big to touch, and there is little we can do. Just like this moment, I can do nothing but sigh. This is a simple truth. I see. But still stuck in my memory, I don't want to wake up.
It's almost dusk. Rain, it's still raining. I don't know, is it raining in other people's cities now? If it's just the first time we meet, can it last forever? In fact, I never believe in eternity. This world is not forever. I only like to use simple words to remember some memories. This is an implicit thought, very hazy beauty. Flowers in the fog, the moon in the clouds. But I am not a person who lives by memories. I am also a person who misses memories. Contradiction?
As time goes on, people gradually become. Listening to the rain in the noise has become a long-lost mood. In many cases, if it rains, listen to the sound of raindrops hitting the window glass and touch the heartstrings like a rosary. At that moment, I naturally remembered the rain under my childhood window, or a past memory. But I don't know the distance. Can anyone listen? Of course, at that moment, I will also think of Li Shangyin's poem "A note to a friend in the north on a rainy night"
June asked whether the return date has not yet been determined.
Autumn pool night rain rises.
When * * * cut off the western window candle,
But words in the rain at night.
I have always liked the faint helplessness, endless lingering, thin and cool autumn, and I was deeply moved by the loneliness and yearning in different places. Although, at my level, I can never guess the poet's writing mood, nor can I interpret the poet's expression image. But I just like it. Just like a rainy day, I think of the past for no reason and naturally return to those old light-yin-. Perhaps, many things, in this way, have quietly dissolved into life and will never be forgotten.
Rain, it's still raining. There is no intention of stopping. In fact, I like the rainy atmosphere very much: I can think about everything or nothing, and that feeling is very comfortable. Just like this moment, I woke up from my memory, without much sadness, and only said softly, "When I was talking about the rain in the evening".
When it rains at night, prose 4 arrives in the late autumn of a year, and a continuous autumn rain falls sparsely all night. In the rain, night falls early. After dinner, my wife and I came to our beloved roof garden, listening to the rain beating on the crown of the tree. The rhythmic "beep" sound was graceful, with a touch of sadness in it ... just like an autumn carol. Listening to the harmonious rain, standing at the top of the town, watching the lights of the town in the night, accompanied by osmanthus trees swaying in the wind and rain, I feel extremely quiet and comfortable physically and mentally. What could be more intoxicating than this? The autumn rain is falling, the autumn sound is soft, the osmanthus fragrance is fragrant, the leaves are long, and I love it in the late autumn night rain.
Late autumn, people feel the absence of time, people feel the decline of life, but let us know how to cherish. Young dreams are always naive and simple, and they used to be such expectations. Years are long, season after season, youth is gone in the years, and the heart is no longer young. Why, there is the passion of youth. The meaning of life lies in its life and death, the meaning of life lies in its end, and the meaning of love lies in its destination. My lover who has been with me for decades is so quiet and beautiful on this late autumn night. We spent snow after snow, a sunny spring and a fiery summer. Come to this autumn full of harvest again. I made a cup of tea for my beloved. The tea is very sweet and full of our decades of love. Looking at the gray hair and wrinkles on her head, she began to grow old slowly. I took her hand and couldn't help saying, thank you, wife! Thank you wife! You broke your heart for the whole family, gave your youth and beloved career to me, accompanied me to run around, came and went in the wind and rain, did a good job and took good care of your health. You not only got back the glittering gold medal, but also gained great achievements and happiness. At the moment, I remembered a song:
The most romantic thing I can think of.
Is to grow old with you
Collect bits and pieces of laughter along the way.
Save it for later use. Sit in a rocking chair and chat slowly.
Until we are too old to go anywhere.
I still regard you as my treasure. ...
Love is in late autumn, osmanthus and elegant bluegrass. I feel a little pain when I see the fallen leaves fluttering. The intermittent autumn rain, the sighing autumn insects hiding in the grass, the lively jumping puppy … left me many warm memories on this romantic autumn night!
Love on a rainy night in late autumn,
It keeps raining in autumn.
Autumn wind is rustling
Falling leaves
Fly away without mercy
The new year will be even better.
Time flies.
Took away the endless ups and downs of life.
Life is endless. Go to Qiu Lai in spring.
Years are long, laughter is bumpy and miserable.
Stroll in a desolate mood
In memory
Looking for the beautiful autumn days that have passed away.
When it rains at night, five people will have friends in their lives. The value of friends depends on the length and depth of understanding. Some friends just meet by chance, and after a while, they become fleeting, and can only be traced back to the depths of memory, even without traces in memory.
Some friends fell in love at first sight, and over time, they became bosom friends or branded important marks in their memories. People have different friends at different stages. Childhood playmates are innocent and are vague and beautiful memories of childhood. My friend from my school days may be the most unforgettable in my life. Because friends during this period accompanied us through important changes in physiology and psychology.
After that, friends in the workplace will inevitably intrigue and intrigue, but only a few can talk. Most of my friends in my later years are just acquaintances, because my family occupies most of my time. Friends are only expensive, not expensive. A confidante is better than a group of friends who eat, drink and be merry. Friends who can talk to each other, regardless of the length of time, distance, feelings will remain firm.
Friends who can share will always listen to each other at any time. Friends play an indispensable role in everyone's life, depending on whether you cherish and treat people around you sincerely. I have lived for more than 20 years and have few friends. Some of them have been abandoned in the corner of memory or in the photos of Huang Chen, because I haven't contacted them for a long time. Fortunately, having two or three confidants is enough to comfort my desire for friends. Over the past few years, we have experienced many personnel changes, and we all have our own lives and new friends. Thankfully, whenever we are free, we will meet and go out to talk about each other's recent situation and the time of the year. It is true that it is not easy to maintain a long-term friendship, but I will try my best to get together with my old friends after many years.
When it rains at night, the continuous drizzle has lost its charm of "moistening things quietly", but it misses every call of the earth. Falling petals cry in the rain, unwilling to take off the gown of life, but put it in the rustling wind. An autumn rain always loves to immerse emotions and release emotions in the rain. Rain carries acacia, reposes feelings and sings softly in emotion. Put your feelings in an autumn rain, fly to the person you love, talk about an encounter, talk about a love, entrust your heart in the autumn rain and take it thousands of miles away. To fill a person's heart, to dream of a lovesickness, so that there is no regret in this life, and I will live up to this lovesickness. There is always so much rain in September that I can't give up The Beauty of Chang 'an Waterfront. Let the rain take me to touch his cheek, take away my tenderness, walk to the place where you once stood and plant a phoenix tree, waiting for you to come.
It is raining. Tap on the window lattice, but tap on the heartstrings. Hedges are sparse, people follow, and they will not bear the smoke and willows on the shore, which will make you comfortable and charming. Hand in hand, * * * hope, * * to make an agreement in this life, let the future linger. There is no moon tonight, and the moon has fallen asleep in my heart. Only you are still with me. I don't want to give my feelings to Liu Shu. The ancients regarded it as parting, which would bring sadness to acacia. Although graceful, it failed to meet people's expectations. All the way to the full moon, * * * to ChanJuan, just want to leave these beautiful things in your mind and heart. It is said that autumn rain can dilute yellow flowers, flowers or people, or acacia. Without you, grind you in the poem and read it carefully. Lay a good foundation for your promise, so as to warm your heart in the coming winter. Whispering, intimate, and continuing those endless feelings.
It's raining tonight, and I'm afraid I'll miss the moon and stop it. On a rainy night, gently spread out a simple note, a cup of fragrant tea and a piece of music, and accompany me to spread out the journey of missing you. Am I too real, or pour your love into the cup of acacia and drink it off. I want to have a good sleep in the days without you, and I may not have you in my dreams, so that I can have a carefree time and at least have a quiet dream. But you are still dishonest and broke into my dream. Even in dreams, it is difficult to get a moment of peace. Is this just a glimpse of the horizon? The distant horizon thousands of miles away can also convey this carefree mind. No sleep tonight, no dreams tonight. "Who grinding fly mirror? According to Che Gankun, mountains and rivers are printed. The jade dew is cold, and there is no wave in the autumn sky. " This rainy night has such a scene. I can't look at the moon and miss you, so I put the moon in this rain and let the rain hide this lovesickness in front of you.
Time flies mottled memories, often want to have a person to comfort, this loneliness, perhaps only the rain at night can refresh melancholy. Looking up at the sky, I also complain that God is unfair and why he is so unkind to me. When time passed and I stepped into my career, I knew that God had not spared me, but I didn't pay. I should have worked hard. A hard work and a harvest, pay and get, although sometimes, can not be directly proportional, but pay you will feel at ease, because you paid and won. "Ask your return date, evening rain rose autumn pool. When I cut candles at the west window, I talked about the late rain. " Li Shangyin, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, devoted his thoughts to the north in A Letter to a friend in the north on a rainy night. I want to move my ideas south. Go and see the agreement I haven't met for a long time, and stay in the quiet and distant night with a loneliness and a yearning.
As the years get older, life is like a dream. This rainy night moistens my heart. Autumn rain is also ruthless, always pressing down those flowers and buds. Autumn rain is also affectionate, autumn rain is Feifei, autumn rain is continuous, autumn rain is leisurely, and many beautiful sentences are talking about the beauty of autumn! It is said that autumn rain is sentimental because she is nostalgic, and she is not willing to give up those. In the autumn of trees, flowers and grass, I am sad for them, sad for them, and telling the reluctant friendship. Autumn rain is like you, falling from the sky, so natural and unrestrained, aren't you crying for "why do you want to leave"? Wet green strips are broken, and there are many cold and yellow leaves. I don't know what autumn rain means, but how to send it. "Haven't met, but separated? This autumn rain always delays its return.
"There should be no hate. Why are things long and round?" Should I hate this continuous autumn rain, but I still hate it. My heart can't help pouring my thoughts into the drizzle. Why not keep that heart and make up for the late return? Facing the mist on the water, I still waved my hand and sobbed, "Don't cross, can you see tears and sadness to send?" Or can't bear to look back, afraid of dying of sadness? Are you also afraid of this person in front of you, alone in the green hills, full of sorrow and endless sorrow? " But now, the long river, the lonely sail and the five lakes are shining with the light of spring in the sunset. Along an island full of duckweeds, there will be peace of communication. "Or shall I sail away without sorrow of parting with you?
I don't want to exaggerate, "Jun was born before I was born, but when I was old." Really helpless, just want to gently close your hands, any autumn rain will wet my eyes; Don't dare to cross your hands for fear of hurting your name; I want to float into your city in a little poem. I only hope that when the autumn rain falls, I will cross the long river of those years, quietly listen to your missing heart in the misty rain, and decorate the most beautiful scenery this season.