It is raining again.
The cold light is really boring. On the dancing raindrops, the warmth is shrouded and the freehand brushwork becomes a farewell.
This sentence, written on the glass, the rain is very light, projected on the heartstrings, ask me, warm my heart. This sentence, hidden in the spring rain, only blooms in the dream.
On rainy days, I feel lonely when I drink alone, but the cup is not lonely. Whether it is wine or tea, it will fill my mood. Looking back, the scenery in the cup is stronger than Tang poetry and Song poetry, and the taste is in my heart.
The spring rain is continuous, and winter knows that when the mind silently spreads the distant scenery into a pure sky, the past is as clear and vague as it seems, which cannot be grasped and erased.
My heart has sung it countless times. If you can really listen, this song will always be very happy. It is destined that my song will turn into tears and wet your already heavy sail shadow. It is destined that my singing will merge into a torrent, floating a pair of dreamlike black eyes, looking at your face on the night river of your thoughts, and it is destined that my singing will spread far away like petals, and there is no silence in the first pentatonic scale and the last deep distance.
I don't know, the night is quiet, how can feelings not calm down. Quiet, dreaming, at the intersection of dusk, I have seen the eyes of the sunset. After so long, the sun is setting, but those eyes are still red.
The umbrella opens my heart, and the rain sings and remembers it. I want to stand by the window with you one day and watch the rain pavilion cry all over the sky. What if I don't remember this moment, or I really forget it years later? Then don't take it on the road. I don't want the joyful rain song falling in my blessing to be rewritten into melancholy in your heart.
There is no sunset at dusk in the rain, and those eyes are still clear.
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I like rainy days, and the tide is wet. Standing in front of the window, quietly watching raindrops falling from the sky, smelling the fragrance of rain, closing your eyes and feeling the coolness of raindrops hitting your face. Thinking about your own heart, my heart is as sad and humid as the air in this rainy day. I like listening to rain, the gentleness of spring rain, the boldness of summer rain, the elegance of autumn rain and the depth of winter rain. Listen to the whispers of rain, the songs of rain, the songs of rain, the whispers of rain. I saw Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane before, and I once naively thought that the artistic conception in the poem was very sad and romantic. So, on a rainy day, I held up an umbrella (after all, oil-paper umbrellas are hard to see now) and walked into an alley ... but after all, romantic things are not suitable for everyone. I didn't meet SSGG that day, except that all my shoes were wet by the rain. I only saw a white-haired grandfather passing by in a hurry. When he saw me standing in the rain with an umbrella, he came up to me and said with concern, "Little girl, what are you doing here?" Go home quickly! "Looking at him, I have nothing to say, so I have to go home. In the rainy season, the drizzle like cow hair keeps falling. But now that I have grown up, I no longer fantasize about "Rain Lane" and "Lilac Girl". I still like to lean against the window and watch the hazy rain and fog and the scenery shrouded in the vast rain curtain. I can't help but think of Du Mu's poem "Four hundred and eighty halls in the southern dynasties, in the misty rain of many towers" in Er Quan in the south of the Yangtze River, which may be such a scene! Many friends don't understand that I like rainy days and simply think that I am sentimental, but they will never understand my love for rain. I like rainy days, and I will always like them.
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It is true that rain is a fairy on earth. Rain, especially summer rain, is more like a savior, saving the unbearable dry summer and bringing infinite coolness, don't you think?
When dark clouds block the scorching sun, when the breeze drives away the summer heat, when thunder plays a symphony, when dazzling lightning breaks through the sky, when thirsty plants open their arms. Can you refuse this summer gift, can you refuse this refreshing summer rain? Summer rain is interesting rain, which goes hand in hand with the wind. Where there is wind, there is not necessarily rain, but where there is rain, there will be a bit of cool wind to bring people enjoyment. Observe quietly. Look at the plants stretching their waist softly, and the clothes of pedestrians swaying gently, reflecting the dark clouds. How quiet, moist and refreshing! At this point, who won't run? Who won't be busy enjoying the wind and the rare refreshing feeling? But more importantly, it came, they came, and thousands of people came. It's true that people didn't come first, so the curtain was raised. How dare it hide in the warm embrace of dark clouds and refuse to leave for a long time?
A drop of rain came from Mao Mao. It flew down happily and landed anywhere where it might drip. In a short time, it was firmly wrapped on the surface of the town, like a ubiquitous cage, tight and weak, and like a huge eight-array map. At first glance, it is nowhere to be found, strong and mighty, like a tribe. Hide under the eaves and get wet. Accept the baptism of the breeze, but don't like to get close to the elves it brings, ah! Such clean and cool rain is really rare, and filar silk makes your heart cool. Plants also took a leisurely bath, the dusty leaves became bright and vivid, and the green ones also raised shiny "pearls", which can only be used to refresh themselves here.
However, the wind is getting crazier and crazier in this beautiful scenery. This madness can only make me bid farewell to the close contact with the rain and hide home to keep warm. Rain is crazy, raindrops dance wildly, flying freely in the sky, and raindrops are bigger. It used to be enough to pass through the fine holes of ancient coins, but now it is enough to wash them. In a short time, the rain in the yard also gathered together, and small bubbles appeared on the site, avoiding the raindrops that had not yet fallen. It's really like a ship moving forward in a crisis, but it can't escape bad luck, but it still fails to live up to its hopes. Even the slight drizzle hanging on the eaves has turned into a waterfall running down, watering the earth, which is really spectacular!
Finally, the rain was exhausted, stopped performing, and quietly swayed away the roar of the wind. After baptism, the earth was quiet and sunny again. Only the bamboo curtain exudes fragrance. ...