Rain

At midnight, the rainstorm was still crazy, tearing the quiet night one by one, which made my heart unable to calm down any more. I opened the window and the black mixed rain came across me, my eyes were blocked by the dark night and dense rain. The small room was where I saw the whole world. My eyes met the burning candle: the candle was fluttering in the wind, crying constantly, and gradually consumed, isn’t life alive in the wind and rain like this?! Years are like water, time is in a hurry, and many past events rush in like Tides: Facing Qingli girls by the river, they dare not strike up a conversation with young people, turning into crazy chasing men for love; Many times they suddenly smile when facing strange things, after passing the shoulder, I looked back and stared at it for a long time; How many times I lowered my head and dodged in the face of hot eyes, fermented with time, and had endless aftertaste in my heart. No matter how deep the love is, it can’t stand the tossing of distance, and there will be a tired day; No matter how hard the love is, it will dilute the time, and meet each other like a stranger. The passion of youth has been obliterated after years of washing; The ambition of childhood, through the collision of reality, has become empty words. If life is just like the first acquaintance, if everything can come back, life is just a one-way journey without assumption. Looking at a flash of candlelight, looking back again: If I compare life to four seasons, I am standing at the end of autumn at this time, and the white frost quietly spreads over my head, no longer surging for a smile, I won’t fight crazily for The Unknown Ideal, but just stand in front of the tree and watch the flowers bloom and fall; Stand by the river and watch the streams running; Listen quietly to the cry of the baby from the mother, and hear the sad sound of life falling. Human nature is a thing in nature, and returning to nature is its rule. Everything in the world, as the Buddha said: happiness is empty, sadness is nothing, even the body buried deep will eventually turn into a pile of soil. The rain burst one after another, and my heart no longer struggled with the rain. I was willing to keep the silence of the fighting room. I was willing to accompany the dim light of the candle fire and take care of the world outside the window perfectly. I couldn’t rush out of the fiercer, bring your heart to the sun, no longer let the rain wet, put the dream under the moonlight, let the Moonlight bath, let the stars shine, give yourself a piece of elegance, give the heart a silence. Looking at the wall clock, it’s just zero. Press and hold the right key of life to refresh your life. But the raindrops outside the window hit the plantain, and the moaning of leaves came, which touched my calm heart again. Just like this plantain leaf, it withstood the craziness of rain tonight, we also need to face the violent sun in the future, the destruction of autumn frost, and the tearing of the North Wind on June 17th, 2015 like (prose editor: drops of ink hurt) the snow in spring

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