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Short Literature Network Beautiful Prose 1 During the rainy season, it rains about dusk.
"Yichuan Smoke, Mancheng Wind, Huang Meiyu."
The rainy season is over half, which is the most intense and joyful time in the rainy season, just like the wine in the new cellar is also the strongest and sweetest. The drizzle drunk the rainy season, drunk the mood, and drunk the faint homesickness.
The land is already wet and the rain is abundant, like a plump and beautiful young woman walking in the rainy season. Looking back, she caught the drunk's attention. It's night now, maybe a seedling will grow!
Near dusk, the rain is still falling from the sky, slowly oblique. At this time, people may have gone home to watch the rain in Mao Mao and understand the local customs; Or occasionally the rain stops and you run when you see a crack. The rain in the evening, either wet clothes, or wet mood, or have a helpless date.
Continuous rain is a unique landscape in the rainy season. Feelings grow easily, like vines.
The floor tiles and walls in the deep lanes of the old street are all wet and dark, and they feel more and more depressed in the dripping rain. Like an old woman in tears, she is charming when she is in the mood for love!
The flowers and plants on the roadside are delicate and charming, green as jade, and can be broken by blowing bombs. The leaves are also covered with green juice, dripping a piece of clear water. Rain hits begonia, green, fat, red and thin, standing still in a corner, a smile is enough to make the whole city beautiful.
At dusk, there is always a song to sing. Especially when it is as quiet as water. A pot of wine, a lamp, a dish, a friend or lover, etc. Evening is like rain. Listen quietly, listening to the sound of rain falling gently, falling in the dust, falling in the green talk, blooming quietly with flowers, like the flute in Qingyuan.
Young people listen to the rain in the Song Building ... Middle-aged people listen to the rain on the passenger ship ... Old people listen to the rain in the monk's house ... Three lives and three moods.
Castle peak is like black flowers, and green water is like ink. The dense breath rises around the top of the mountain, "half mountain, half water and half cloud". The mountain temple looming in the fog, the Sanskrit sound curled up, eyes closed in the lingering fragrance fog, and there was no other thoughts in the quiet. Wandering in the drizzle like smoke and dream at dusk, I don't just want to have you in this life and the afterlife!
The rain in the rainy season is naturally sad, sad as mildew, like a wandering ping. What about standing in the rain and becoming famous? Take all your bags and go back to the place where you started, leaving your tired heart behind.
"People are about to rain at dusk."
My mood is empty and smokeless, and my thoughts are swaying like a drizzle.
Sit with me, pour wine and taste it before the rain stops.
It's misty and rainy, bamboo shadows are dancing and the steps are covered with moss. Listening to the rain by the window, dreaming and staring at the rain.
In rainy season, wind comes with rain, sorrow comes with rain, and rain comes with dusk, just for the first time!
Night is the best protective color, and night is the hometown of dreams. He thought, this sentence may be more suitable for himself. Because he is like a firefly walking alone in the dark, only under the protection of the dark can he see the faint light on himself, as if it were beating violently with his heart.
The lively center of the earth in the dark is so unruly that it seems to rush out of the chest and rush to the vast sky. Finally, it melts into stars all over the sky. Who would have thought it would be so depressing in the daytime sun? Even its owner looks depressed. He thinks he belongs to the night after all, because his heart tells him.
No one knows that he is so afraid of the sun. He occasionally thinks that maybe he is too weak. In the bright sunshine, the heart will become extremely fragile, as if it would fall apart if you were not careful. So that he will subconsciously hide himself, try his best to cheat or deceive himself, try his best to protect the fragile center of the earth, and look forward to the early arrival of the night day after day.
Whose light is dim in the dark?
Night is a monotonous color, but it can reflect the softest picture in the world. Spread out, probably the lights in the dream are dim, fuzzy and gentle. I have lived a depressed heart again and again. Moistened my eyes stung by the sun. He thinks that the sunshine during the day, no matter how brilliant and gorgeous, is just the culprit that makes him lose protection and hide, just like he is naked on the stage and being pointed at.
Standing on the roof, looking at the distant lights and bustling streets. Full of noise and murmur. This is the prosperity of peace and prosperity, and fireworks are everywhere in the world of mortals. He always doesn't like excitement, so he always looks at it from a distance, stares blankly, and sometimes reaches out his hand, as if to make sure that all this has nothing to do with him, and as if to grasp something and cling to it involuntarily. Perhaps only at this time is he the most vivid. Because dreams seem to be around. And the heart swims freely between heaven and earth!
He remembered the puzzling dream again. He couldn't catch it and couldn't see it clearly. A dream that has been haunting me. I like to overlook the night scene like this, perhaps because there are lights outside my dreams.
He doesn't want to relive the scenes of the day and the fear brought by the sun in his dream. Similarly, he never forgot the dim light. Standing in the peerless world, the gentle light dispelled the boundless darkness, drove away the inexplicable fear in the heart, and the vague voice, with boundless warmth, calmed his uneasy heart and guided him out of the desperate situation step by step. In dreams, he is always confused.
Until the last time I looked back, I didn't see Eden clearly and didn't even have time to say thank you. It dispersed like fireworks, as if it had never appeared. It's just that his heart has been attached to it for no reason since then. Therefore, I fell in love with the night and dim lights.
It was not until the flashing neon lights brought him back to reality that he knew when he came to this downtown area. He realized that his obsession was so strong that the scene in his dream was specious and nowhere to be found. But it seems that only in this noisy downtown can he get closer to the dim light, because the distance between the two seems so close in the dream. Just like the bright moon in the water, you can reach out and touch it.
In this way, I walked aimlessly, leaving the downtown and heading for endless darkness until I was far away from the noise and stopped where I lost my shadow. My cold eyes swept the distant lights. This is the boundary between dream and reality. He suddenly turned around. This is a romantic review. Scanning the endless darkness, falling into emptiness somewhere. Such a similar scene, like a memory shaken off by dust, finally becomes clear. He remembers! There is light hidden in the darkness in the distance. It was a dim light, a shadow and a dream of Yi Deng that lingered in my heart.