Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
Walking silently,
Cold, sad, melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left quietly, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes,
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Rain Lane Modern Poetry 2 and a girl like lilac
meet with
Walking in the rain lane with sadness
Lonely lines of poetry
A long alley
Taste loneliness in loneliness
Chew sadness in sadness.
There is a kind of
A faint scent
Has been sneaking around.
It's like you lost your eyes in poetry
It's always quiet in the dream.
In poetry
I feel your peace.
Peach
Like a sunset in a poem.
I repeated that warm poem over and over again.
just as
Tacit young legends over and over again.
Legend has it
Girl's eyes
how
hesitate
That girl's smile
how
light purple
An oil-paper umbrella and an angry youth
Rain Lane from Poetry
Quietly drift by
The cold desert is sad and melancholy.
Rain Lane Modern Poetry 3 Rain Lane
It's still that rainy path
In the misty rain of Jiangnan
Lilac girl
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Stroll in the old place and revisit it.
Away from the sadness of lilacs
Close to those bright eyes like stars.
Look back.
Peach blossom blushed.
Mid-Autumn Festival
It is Mid-Autumn Festival again.
Last year
You smile like a flower under the moon.
at present
Turning distance
It's still early
You planted the lotus root yourself.
Now here in full of green.
Hong Yan nan Fei
The figure is misty.
What time are you coming back?
Tonight in the moonlight
Leaving only your mottled figure
Tell me all about the past.
Modern Poetry in Rain Lane 4 My Modern Poetry in Rain Lane/
The story is still the same story, except that the listener left with sadness.
Rain lane is still the same rain lane, but it has revived in my sad memory.
The bluestone path and the mottled walls on both sides appeared in my dream again.
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Still the oiled paper umbrella, or the Jiangnan woman who walked into my rain lane.
She carries the memories of past lives, the sorrows of past lives, and the unfulfilled wishes of past lives.
I sneaked into my dream with the rain that turned into acacia in my previous life.
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Therefore, in my rainy lane, there are flowers;
Then, in my rainy lane, melodious flute sounded;
With gorgeous peach blossoms, with the surprises she brought, with the warmth and sweetness in her dreams.
/
She mysteriously came into my sight and walked in a long rainy lane.
Waist-length hair, delicate appearance.
Put away the oiled paper umbrella, and she stood in the middle of the rain lane.
Looking around, despite the wind and rain, tears flowed.
In my eyes, I can't tell whether it is rain or tears.
/
I came from the antique pages, and in my rainy lane, footsteps rang again.
This familiar and strange place has taken root in my heart.
My tears came out,
I don't know how many such dreams have wetted my skirt and awakened my memory.
/
The piccolo sounded again in the rain, stinging my heart a thousand times.
My old acacia tree, in this hazy drizzle, opened the gap.
Long rain lane, thin rain, dense acacia.
After waiting for another life, she finally appeared in my rain lane again.
/
I walked to her with a smile, staring at each other with joy.
In order not to miss the encounter in this life again, I abandoned everything.
Along the bluestone path, I trotted all the way and held her in my arms. She cried with joy.
In my sweet dream, I can hear her heartbeat and her shortness of breath.
Modern poetry is silent in Rain Lane 5.
Walk through a long rainy lane
That oil-paper umbrella
For the heart of rain
Open a piece of warmth.
Raindrops outside the curtain
Beat your confused toes.
Raindrops outside the curtain
Into Xia Lian, which has been sleeping for thousands of years.
calmly
Walk through a long rainy lane
With lilac-like bitterness
Lingering like autumn rain
yearn for
Wipe your shoulders gently.
Let that moment look back.
Melt in the cold rain
The sadness of waiting
Let that moment look back.
Talked for thousands of years
Blind expectations
Let that moment look back.
tired
All the love.
Rain Lane 6 Modern Poetry. The cold of autumn has not come yet.
Render loneliness
The fallen leaves are lonely in the dusk.
sadder
Sad for the last rain
Bleak, wandering, lamenting the dryness in the wind.
Loneliness in every place of life
Looking at the days ravaged by the wind
More days
I spent it in the exam.
Look at yourself.
look around
Sometimes time passes through my throat.
But I can't make a sound of forgetting me.
Good or bad, gain or loss.
Become a memory, with regrets and complaints.
And happiness, sunshine and dreams.
Such a moment can be called real!
Truth is destined to be discussed.
There are only two kinds.
One is simplicity after complexity.
One is that you haven't experienced complexity and simplicity.
It seems so.
Simplicity is different moods of different people.
I seem to have let it go.
I am just an unknown body in the eyes and mouths of others.
It was me, not me.
What still puzzles me is the real philosophy.
How to express it without being disturbed by it?
You don't know this.
I think what you know.
At this time, it became a question.
Once we
Seen from a distance, it's old-fashioned
Go to neon city together.
A pure heart is as soft as the wind blowing from the mountains.
Wandering on the edge of alternating day and night
Looking forward to and thinking about the future.
We spend too much time encouraging each other.
That's your poem.
But that's not it.
Not the happiness we expected.
We are experiencing a season of cold wind erosion.
I want to give it to you.
What do you want to give me?
Not just romance and flowers.
I often read in words that time is in a hurry.
Hear people complain
The passage of youth
The impermanence of life
But I noticed the opposite of time.
It's slow and pause.
Maybe I think too much.
Understanding of love.
Beyond the normal category
So, when you are on the last rainy day of the four seasons,
When there is only a vague figure left
I stood in the rain and didn't stay.
You didn't see the tears in your heart.
Never say goodbye.
You have no idea how much I want to try to interpret your last smile.
In the end, I couldn't find the sentence that stuck to me.
In this rain
I'm rocking.
You're rocking.
Bitter and mellow lips and teeth alternate.
I shouldn't combine words with love.
That's unreasonable
Despite the continuous rain outside.
Wet you, me
Immerse yourself in love and life
Late autumn is cold and bleak.
Only when time is slow.
Surrounded by sentimental people
Sad, tired, confused, me and you.
I think love should be all happiness and happiness.
All the reluctant plots
Can only be freed from fate.
Leave a sigh in vain
Not sigh, not parting, not love.
I just sighed and couldn't tell the ending.
In the rain, you will naturally think of the rain lane.
I still look forward to the same back.
Meet!
In the long and lonely rain lane
Can I see you for the rest of my life?
Resentment is like cloves.
girl
Rain Lane Modern Poetry 7 This winter, there is no snow in the city.
It is raining again.
in the rain
A little memory.
Every drop of rain
They are all my tears.
How can I forget you?
*
Through a curtain of decadent drizzle
Clearly see the way you smile.
You know, I am most afraid of the rainy season.
So, every time it rains
You'll come with me.
Accompany me through the wet days
today
It's raining in Mao Mao again.
At this point, where are you?
Will it be the same as before?
Give me a warm hug.
Take away my tears
*
It's raining. I'm thinking about you.
When I miss you, I will
Walking alone into the rain lane covered with bluestone
Shorten the distance between you and me
Fascinating memories with thoughts.
The heartache of raindrops on the face
The warmth under the oil-paper umbrella
In the end, it became the pain of my life.
*
It's raining. I'm thinking about you.
Think more, be with you
Dream back to Jiangnan
Hands folded, holding a boat of love.
Swing gently on the green satin lake
* * * Bathing tang style Song Yu
How I want to hold hands with you.
Stroll on the banks of the river covered with green grass
Smell the breath of spring.
I miss you so much, listening to the rain by the window.
Drink tea for poetry, splash ink for painting.
Now, I can only
I miss fishing alone in poetry.
*
Think more and open the window of happiness.
You float into my heart with the wind.
Me and my sadness
Melt in your warm arms
Sam Sofitel
Imagine that you are in every rainy season.
Will be with me.
Stay with you in the rain
Wave run, wave run
*
It's raining. I'm thinking about you.
I know you have me in your world.
But you, always stubborn, make me forget you
Do you know
That winding rain lane
I used countless tears.
Washed sadness
Your name
This is the pain of my life.
Your smiling face has been
Memories of a lifetime
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How much I miss you in the rain.
but
Rain lane in memory
Has been firmly entrenched in my heart.
Isn't it? I planted red beans in the text.
You'll be on my team.
Let me into your sincerity.
Be your lilac girl
Did I turn my thoughts into ink?
You will never leave.
Wander with me in the ink sea.
Isn't it? I counted all the red beans.
I won't miss you.
Holding you and singing poetry.
Isn't it? I threw away my pen and ink.
You will avoid missing it.
Avoid the sad rain lane
Rain Lane Modern Poetry 8 If I told you
Rain is the tears of angels when they are sad.
Do you believe it?
What if I told you
Tears flow into the heart and gather into the sea.
Do you believe it?
I'll show it to you in the rain lane.
Which drop is rain and which drop is tears?
Waiting for the rainbow to rise
You and sunflower are smiling.
Happiness is accompanied by wind.
Infect everyone in this town.
Deep feeling
There is also a sea in my heart.
The wave of love
Earth, my home.
How many memories are waiting for me to develop?
Let me indulge in it
I want to fold a flap, too
Put it in my dream
Since then, let the dream also have a fragrant taste.
That oil-paper umbrella
Are you still waiting for the rainy season last year?
time flies
People who are far away remember?
Delicate face
Lilacs bloom into the sea in the rain lane.
Rain is an angel's tears
Put down the lilacs
Let the flowers also have the sadness of angels.
How come? How come?
Make me stop thinking about you.
My love, please come back quickly.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella together
Walking in the rain lane, walking in love
Let love go with the wind
Pass on happiness to everyone.
Please allow me to fold another flap.
Put it in your dream.
So that you will never forget me again.
And the old days.
If there is a day of reunion.
Please send it to me again.
Buried together in the atrium
Let each other not forget each other.
Love each other forever.
Wen-the fragrance of flowers is quiet and unrequited.