Rain

When the rain hits the banana, the heart is like a clear stream. Standing in front of the window listening to the rain, silently recalling the traces of the years. The misty rain in the world of mortals was originally a bomb command room. Inscription I have heard of the rain in Jiangnan, which is very beautiful and delicate. In the misty dream like smoke, I was wearing a Chinese coat and holding a paper umbrella, strolling in the rain Lane of Wu Yue which was filled with the fragrance of flowers. The PEACH RED and Willow Green swung in the messy red dust and passed the fleeting years, it has become the fragrance of a lifetime. The rain in the Northeast is not so touching and delicate, just like the generosity and straightforwardness of the Northeasterners. But every rainy day, I still hope to have such a free time, which makes me close my eyes quietly, listen to the sound of rain, the uproar and melancholy in the heart. I believe that there will be such a voice in the world of mortals, which can let us pursue the lost past deep in our hearts. I will still remember this poem: the young boy listened to the rain song upstairs, and the red candle fainted. When listening to the rain in the prime of life, the river is wide and the clouds are low. The broken geese are called the West Wind. Now when listening to the rain, the temples are already stars. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and the night before the steps drops to the dawn. From a young man who was not familiar with the world, to a young man who traveled around, to an old age of vicissitudes of life, and in the moment the light flew away, everyone would have different feelings about life. Looking back on those blurred past, I murmured and walked, gently brushed away the past wind and dust, and the drizzle and rain told a melancholy in the world. Looking through the calendar that day, I found that there was still one week before the college entrance examination, and my heart thumped. It turned out that time passed so fast. Unconsciously, I had been away from high school for a year. At this time of last year, I was still nervous and entangled in my heart. At this time of this year, I have changed another scene. The unhappiness of life still exists from time to time, but happiness also continues from time to time. People are always used to living in memories, thinking about the past, and there will always be endless regrets and regrets, just like they always thought the university was very beautiful in the past, but now I will miss the enrichment of high school life and the purity of people. As long as you can, you will gradually understand the truth that mountains and rivers are far away. Instead of memory and fantasy, you ‘d better cherish the present and enjoy the present. Twilight is Misty, and the silk rain is misty. I am walking in the misty rain, waiting for the flowers to bloom. In the past, I was always in a bad mood because of rainy days, but now, I regard listening to the rain as a kind of enjoyment of life. Listen to its laughter, cry, frustration and glory. I believe that if it rains, it will be bright. Praise on May 30th, 2010 (prose editor: Ink drops into wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…