Silk rain

From spring to the long gate, I heard the sadness of rain beating plantain on the gentle path. The grass is misty and smoky, and the Wild Goose crosses the canyang. In the light misty rain, the lingering and vicissitudes of the fleeting years are dark. Inscription the rain went down for a day, holding a purple umbrella, walking on the way to the library, many things that had been stranded for a long time were mentioned instantly, and then fell and broke quietly. Rain is like a dream, lying and laughing are all right, and life is also like a dream. The drizzle has its own unique rhythm. In the lonely smoke, it sings a little bit of the past in the world of mortals, whether it is colorful or mottled. Therefore, life has a unique feeling since then, holding and weighing in the years, leaning on the depth of Huafang, enchanting endless fragrance. People are not grass, and their mood is always affected by foreign objects. It is often such rainy days that the mood will become impetuous. Touching the scene and feeling, the wet melancholy shuddered in my inner heart, secretly thinking about floating life and carrying the sadness. One day, I will gradually grow old in the lonely time, right? Singing a Song of heartbreaking of cutting candles in the west window, I asked who, what is the worry in this world? Along the wind, I can feel the coolness of my fingertips. I am a person who is too emotional, there will always be full of worries occupying my heart. Many emotions spread and grew in the bottom of my heart. For the years, I longed for too much and expected too much, even though I clearly knew something could not be realized, although I was not persistent. I don’t know when it started. I got used to covering up. It turned out that everyone would be sad and everyone would lie for different reasons. Many prosperity in life passed quietly after walking. In the end, it still couldn’t take away a cloud. The world of mortals could see through it. In fact, the years were really simple. There are too many sad moments in life, which are unavoidable and unnecessary. The green of spring has quietly blossomed in the misty rain. Soon after the rain, flowers will bloom in the sky. Life is a misty dream of misty rain. The Dream is drunk and painful, forgetting the complexity of the world. Pour with rain. Still plant longings and yearnings without regret. I hope that all things can grow in spring. At the moment of prosperity, one day, because life pays more attention to the process. Silk rain is like silk, I hope that one day, my heart can become quiet enough, even in the face of cold wind and cold rain, I will not be sad and sad. I walked in the misty rain. If happiness hadn’t passed by, it would be ahead. Praise on May 5, 2010 (prose editor: falling ink into injury) the snow in spring

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