The drizzle falls quietly, and your tenderness is secretly fragrant in the spring
The spring rain soaked my heart, and you were still in your dreams, still far away
This article is the 18th chapter of the original long prose poem "Song of Spring". "That kind of loss and sorrow is the road blocked by the mountains, and it is the dream lost by the drizzle." The prose poem "Song of Spring" was created in the spring of 2020, one chapter per day, and "Song of Spring" is planned to have a total of 80 chapters, which are being created online.
"The story carried by these years is the reincarnation of the year after year, and every spring, there will be spring sorrows and dreams." All original works of Meditation Jane, first published in this number, are strictly prohibited from being used in any form without my written authorization. All works in this number are subject to the whole network to check, if there is plagiarism, you can directly suspend the number.
"Singing in Spring"
18
The night rain quietly soaked through the window sill, through the rain fog, who was my confused gaze looking for?
Those stories hidden in the rain, quietly sitting in front of the window, became a gentle song.
I once played with a piccolo in the rain, breaking through the silence of the mountains, the crisp flute echoed in the mountains, and the eyes were submerged in the vast bamboo forest.
That kind of loss and sorrow is the road blocked by the mountains, and it is the dream lost by the drizzle.
When the search can not find the direction, when the thoughts can not find the destination, when the love can not find the Iraqi people, a rain, it is enough to drown everything.
I was so sad in the rain that I was touched by a kind of sadness of the past in the early spring.
However, at this time, you are next to you, those past wounds are quietly sprouting in the rain, and your tenderness is also secretly fragrant in the spring.
The story carried by these years is the reincarnation of years after year, and every spring, there will be spring sorrows and dreams.
It's just that this drizzle came too hastily, and the moment I opened the curtains, it soaked my heart, and at that moment,
You're still in your dreams, you're still far away.
Quiet Words2020.2.27.21:22 Yu Mian County (original works, strictly prohibited infringement)