Listen to the rain
Liu Zhengping
Early in the morning, outside the window, ticking
It's raining, it's spring rain
Like silk like fog like a dream...
At this moment, thoughts flew up with the raindrops
Fantasizing
Wander the alleys to touch the temperature of the rain
See who bends the weeping willows by the lake
Listen to the heart beat faster with peach tree apricot blossoms...
however
The elaborate writing is particularly pale and feeble
All rhetorical techniques are redundant
And me. You can only listen to the rain through the window
Drops fell on my heart
Or gentle or cold
Or melancholy or open-mindedness...
What kind of words are worthy of this sad spring?
About the Author:
Liu Zhengping, a female from Jingning, Gansu, now lives in Tianshui. Since childhood, he has loved literature and read a lot of books. I often express myself at will and write some lyrical essays.