I love the spring rain, the light after the rain, and the tea you.
The teenager listened to the rain song upstairs. Red candles dim. In his prime, listen to the rain in a passenger boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
And where the eyes fall, only the next cup of tea. If you play the piano, can the listener know the sound?
Today, I miss a rain. If the tea is still warm, I want to read a poem for you with the sound of rain.
And now listen to the rain monks down. Sideburns have stars also. Joy and sorrow are always merciless. Before the first term, drip until dawn.
Rain, like spring, makes people think about it a lot, probably because they are not as beautiful as we see in the poetry of most poets, but also because they present different natural phenomena.
The beauty of rain is different from the visual shock of autumn, it can be both silent and loud
The rain at this time is a little special, a moment slightly fluttering against the window, and a moment of loud noise that makes you can't help but look at it.
Rain, reminiscent of the gardens of Jiangnan, in the rain and fog, they are some old, and some lonely.
Rain, reminiscent of spring flowers, in the light rain, they are both moving and stunning.
The rain, reminiscent of a circle of rippled water, seems to have some cheerful atmosphere, seems to have some seductive closeness.
Rain, reminiscent of the beautiful person holding an oil-paper umbrella, the lightness in the eyebrows, the figure that gradually disappears...
The spring rain is particularly sobering, not because of its temperature, but because it makes the poetic spring have another scene, it is a touch of poetry that is occasionally stolen in the spring.
The flowers on the windowsill are also clear, and I understand that such rain is the most beautiful scenery now.
Such occasionally pouring and occasionally pouring rain makes people want to drink a cup of hot tea, which is not only to soothe this moving heart, but also to calm the sudden cool body.
Life is light, tea is clear, drinking is a state of mind, tasting is the mood. It felt like the body and mind were purified, filtered out impetuousness, and precipitated deep thinking.
Sometimes I also look forward to meeting the right person and then going through the ups and downs of this life together.
When we are old, we return to our hometown, a small courtyard, an old house, on a rainy day, make a pot of tea, sit under the eaves and tell the story of the past.
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