Waiting for you, the air is clear and the heart is pure;
The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus diffuses,
Render my autumn charm,
In the bleak rain,
Frogs sink and cicadas are silent;
Every tree, every lotus is like you. ...
In the rain, in the wilderness of time and space,
Without a step earlier,
There is no late step, I am waiting for you quietly;
Waiting for you in the rain,
In this vast world;
Beyond time and space,
There is such a me, waiting for you peacefully,
I'm waiting for you ...
Waiting for you in the rain,
The air is fresh and poetic;
Waiting for you in the fragrance of osmanthus. ...
The rain beads under the eaves are swaying like stars;
I stood under the eaves, looked around, looked up,
Sure enough, you came to me,
Like sunshine after rain, it makes my heart bright;
I, in autumn rain, greet you,
I, in my heart, smiled happily!
I will wait for you in the rain. I don't know why, I like the misty rain very much, and I like walking alone in the rain waiting for your arrival. So, I walked in the arms of the rain again. Listening to the subtle voice, it can make me fantasize about a vague, pure and beautiful world. ...
Looking around, it's already spring. Although we can't feel the breath of spring coming in a small town, the occasional smell of birds and flowers will make people realize that spring has arrived ahead of time!
In such a small town, cars come and go every day, and the asphalt road smells like the city. I can't find the inspiration for Wing Chun. Only this rain, which seems to be the spirit of spring, exudes infinite charm and will accumulate a winter's tenderness, dancing with the wind, ethereal and elegant, free and easy and warm. Rain, you dance your soul between the fingers of roadside flowers, and you dance gracefully on the newly sprouted leaves. Every time I look at you quietly, I will think of the figure I chased with you in the rape field when I was a child, picking red azaleas in the suburbs, blooming a youthful and gentle smile, and frolicking together in our narrow world. I remember playing the piano. However, such a day seems to have passed for a long time, about ten years! The drizzle is like weaving, and the heart is like rain. Holding an umbrella, I stared at the misty rain curtain, and my heart was suddenly enlightened: in the long and lonely rain lane, in the oiled paper umbrella touched by the spring rain, in the wet memory of the spring rain, I cut off the tangled love thread ... The lingering sound of "tick, tick" touched my sentimental heart.
I still like to walk quietly on the asphalt road of the city alone. Although, without your company, although there is no fragrance of the earth, although there is no excitement of singing and dancing, I am used to walking from one end of the strip to the other and waiting for you in the rain. I hope you can hold an umbrella and look at me silently, without words or smiling in your eyes. Let me see your face that is no longer shy and youthful.
I'm waiting for you in the rain for 3 days. I'm waiting for you. This season's Jiangnan ancient town just projected this scene. Jiangnan in the spring rain is a little less worldly noise and trouble, and a little more elegant and romantic like ancient poetry.
At this time, I came to the misty and rainy ancient town of Jiangnan, standing by the rippling Suzhou River, feeling lonely? . In the misty rain, I seem to see a Jiangnan woman, wearing a plain printed cheongsam and holding an oil-paper umbrella with floral prints, coming from the deep rain lane.
The woman's tall bun, beautiful white greasy face, faint flakes, and a trace of melancholy flashed in her eyes. The oval face showed imperceptible sadness, and she walked through the long and silent rain lane, the mossy eaves, and the rows of willows that looked soft and weak. The willow branches floating in the wind stroked her face and wiped the tears or rain from her eyes. Finally, the bridge in the river is getting farther and farther away, and it is slowly erased in the landscape of Jiangnan.
On the quiet stone steps, there has always been the sound of rain beating on the green slate, which is always so monotonous. It's raining in my eyes, as if there are endless sadness and endless stories.
In the misty rain terrace by the river, there are several love stories about finding someone. Once the vows of eternal love, the promise in the rain, all flowed into the river with the rain, without causing a ripple. Finally, the rain is still raining, the pavilions are still bustling, and the former teenagers have left me when the rain stops.
The rain has stopped, people have left, and the mark of youth is still there, and it will not fade with the rain.
I still wait as usual. You and I will meet in this misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River and continue to tell the story of love and affection.
I will wait for you in the rain. Prose 4 will never forget: even under the wet appearance in the wind and rain, your soul is getting wet, or I am waiting for your feeling affectionately regardless of the wet appearance in the wind and rain.
What I will always remember is the love that your sweet kiss conveyed to me. Even if I didn't say anything, my beating heart made me itch all over and I got the feeling of love for the first time.
All these unforgettable and unforgettable feelings have been waiting for you in the wind and rain countless times.
It's really a good feeling to look for your familiar shadow in the lush tree-lined trees shaken into geometric patterns by wind and rain. That haunting image has taken away the sadness and loneliness in lovesickness and the loneliness in the dark.
So, I looked for you through the misty storm and rain. In the gray light and wet world, I saw a pair of strange and dim faint eyes, but I couldn't find your clear and crystal eyes.
I tried to listen to your soft footsteps in the storm. How many times have those gentle footsteps stepped on my heartbeat and quietly walked into my dreams without leaving a trace? All that remains is a sigh. With a sigh, I went into the rain and waited for you. I waited for a passer-by in a hurry, but I couldn't wait for you I knew.
In the storm, I gently called your name. The name that excites me and annoys me, the name that stretches on my nerves, devours my soul countless times, touches my heart and becomes the goddess in my heart. How many friends I once had disappeared at this moment, and you are the only one who walked with me in the storm. The call of distant mountains, the prayer in the wind and rain, and repeated singing are still your dreams.
In the storm, I silently relived the distant love story. The lingering and thrilling story of Xian Yi, young and old, made me indulge in the ups and downs of looking for you. Standing alone, only this story can soothe my broken heart and my soul. So I can find a sunny day, a green holy land. I hope that the sunny day in my heart will float, and think about what is what white clouds; That green holy land has clusters of golden dreams and sweet dreams. However, the harvest is one sad ending after another. Oh, my sad ending! I don't want to hear that sad story. What I want to hear is still the tearful, heartbroken, slowly telling you.
In this way, I walked into the storm and sincerely wished you well. I sincerely wish you out of the storm. I don't care how many times I have struggled in my heart. What I long for is to cover the ups and downs of the whole world for you with my thin body.
Wind and rain, so heavy. Mixed with silent tears, touched my sight.
Wind and rain, so light. Like your soft hands, gently touch my face and wipe away the tears on my face.
Oh, who can ignore his own soul and put his childhood in memory; Who can bear to look at those yesterday's sadness and take away our smiles? Wipe away the tears on your face, heal the scars of memory and look at the end of the world. It's still the end of the world, and it's still a beautiful and sad story from the far east!
In the storm, I waited silently, and I waited silently for your death.
I will wait for you in the rain. In that sentimental rainy season, you held up the clear sky above your head for a person who didn't have an umbrella, but the gentle rain still wet my feelings and my love, you said; You said, I am like a poetic raindrop, deeply nourishing your lonely and dry heart; You said, my eyes are hesitant and melancholy hurts your heart; I want to share this sadness and accompany me through the journey of life.
A few days ago, when you said that you wanted to travel to the south, you might stop in Shenzhen. I knew that I was a poor boy and could not catch up with you and give you the life you wanted. I will never forget that day. You hugged the man in a coat who was wet by the rain and disappeared into the boundless rain and fog. I will never forget that day. Since then, I like to miss you in the rain and fog, which makes my thoughts hazy and sad.
How many times, I still stand in the wind and rain, looking for your familiar figure, looking for the feeling of hug, which is a lingering, lingering miss. Your departure has added sadness and loneliness to me.
Even though my eyebrows are stormy, I'm still waiting for you. I always believe that there is a beautiful story that will not fall in the wind and rain. I hope that one day, your slender fingers will gently wipe away the tears on my face.
How many times in the wind and rain, I listened to your gentle footsteps, how many times in the night, your light footsteps quietly walked into my dream, leaving no trace when you left. After waking up, only I sighed and waited for you with a sigh, but I couldn't wait for you I knew.
How many times in the storm, I gently called your name, how many times devoured my soul and touched my heart, how many times in the storm, I silently relived that love story, silently waited in the storm, silently waiting for your distant return. ...........