Entering the rainy season, listening to the sound of rain in the dark, clear and powerful, staggered. There are rain plantains, monkeys crossing the mountain, the sonorous rhythm of the symphony, and the shock of the horses' hooves. Listening to this heavenly sonata in the midst of a summer night, in solitude, is indeed an intoxicating pleasure!
The drizzle of rain and the silent splash of sorrow. The cool rain of this summer night falls on my pillow and on your pillow. At this time, why is there a world at this time? Or, in the same cloud of smoke and rain, he is transforming and purifying his soul, and once again the wisps of thought that have been left in the corner of the page. With a little delicacy, looking for the rhyme of ancient words, gently skimming my lips, clear and shallow, faintly melancholy.
Suddenly, a sharp rain wet the deep and shallow dreams of many people! Through the rain, it was as if I saw the sleepless figure, tossing and turning in the night. A slightly furrowed brow caressed his soul; a slightly furrowed Dan lip, with an elegant anticipation. Waving the sandalwood paper fan, you can't drive away the few loneliness; you can't roll up the lonely snub when you lift up the slim dress. Let everything that is familiar slowly and slowly go away, so worried, one day, it will suddenly lose all this!
The rain fell from the sky and fell on the concrete floor, but it only splashed some small splashes. The past in my heart, no matter how much nostalgia I have, eventually become a beautiful memory, quietly buried in my heart. Suddenly, I was afraid that the story that was happening and what was not happening in my life would become another deeply buried memory in the near future. I just don't know how much rain and tears are needed to survive that memory, and how much time it takes to remember.
Life is just a rain on a summer night, it can be very dense or very scattered, it can be very cold or very warm, it can be heard and seen and felt, and the only thing that cannot be decided is its beginning. I understand that the faint melancholy in the light smoke and rain will be engraved for a lifetime for everyone who understands affection. Me too.
The oblique rain of this scene knocks on the window, interpreted a thousand times, ethereal, light, calm, calm, sprinkled, falling on the earth, in the distance, there must be the scenery I want, and I will continue to ink and danqing with my heart. I searched for the imaginary journey of Han Han, many occasionally, silent in a quiet corner, counting the vicissitudes of the years. It was late at night, and suddenly I felt a little warm cold...