The night rain is sent to the north
Li Shangyin
When you asked about the return date, the night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
Light half of the red candle and unfold the letter from home. Your smile is hidden behind the words, bright, warm, and slightly stained with tears. Your concern, your longing, and your soft and thin words fly across the vast distance of darkness, across my heart, and fly to my lonely window sill.
But I always change the return date that I have already set, and change it again and again. In the end, I still may not know which day I will be able to walk into your watchful gaze. Before I know it, spring has passed away prematurely. , when I turned around, autumn was already deep. The rain fell in patter and filled the small pond. These homeless children will spend another lonely night with me.
It was vaguely a dream that you sat in front of the window and looked at me quietly. Candlelight is like a little flower that has just opened, making you look so young and beautiful, just like that night when you took off the red hijab many years ago.
In the haze, I grabbed your soft and watery hand, and I felt happy, and I felt the happiness and dependence of my life.
I hug you, stay in your ear, and talk softly about the lonely and cold days in Bashan, that autumn night when the coolness begins to show, and the little things in that scene
Didi It rains until dawn.