A curtain of smoke and rain, a touch of tenderness
Author 丨一荷一 Source 丨安般蘭若
Edit: Ichimon Fangfei
It was another night of gentle rain, leaning against the window to listen to the rain, it had been many days.
Quiet days, pen grinding.
There is more leisure time, holding a scroll in his hand, in the Tang poems and Song poems, dreaming back to the covenant.
"The free flying flowers are like a dream, and the boundless silk rain is as fine as sorrow."
Accustomed to the rainy night, a man stood in front of the window and listened carefully to the rain.
Rainy night, listening to the spring rain, a touch of tenderness of thoughts, gentle dreams in the depths of the rain lane.
It seems to be light and sad, but also a pleasure.
Brew a cup of jasmine tea when listening to the rain, watch the tea leaves slowly stretch in the water, and the idyllic fragrance fills the heart.
The rain outside the window is gentle, and the window is full of ideas. Write a poem and send it to the other shore.
Azure waits for smoke and rain, and I am waiting for you.
Maybe my past life was a drop of rain, otherwise, why love rainy days so much.
Even if there are hills in your heart, you can hear the jumping notes of raindrops, and the slight coolness will flood into your heart, and you can sleep peacefully.
The smoke and rain in Jiangnan have all kinds of tenderness.
Every time I return to my hometown, I walk on the country roads, the mountains are green, and the water is also blue.
Smoke filled the sea of tea mountains and bamboo, overflowing with a slightly soda, soaking the heart wet and soft.
The green willow silk, shu rolled fluttering. There are a few tears hanging from the delicate leaves, which often touch my heart.
Walking in the rain, people can't help but think of Dai Wangshu's pen, the lilac girl holding an oil-paper umbrella and wearing a blue and white cheongsam, wandering alone in the lonely rain alley.
Reminiscent of early spring and March, on the banks of the river in the mist of smoke and rain, the raccoon yarn women who wash their clothes with rice.
The amorous rain moisturizes the heavens and the earth and makes everything come alive. It is also reminiscent of those beautiful loves and infinite lovesickness.
Who weeps for whom, and who weeps for whom, the heavens and the earth are moved.
Rain is winding, and it is most likely to breed emotions.
I don't know who said that the most beautiful thing in life is not the rain, but the eaves that you have escaped from the rain with you.
Or, the most beautiful thing in life is not the eaves of the rain with you, but the bits and pieces that can be awakened and remembered.
Rainy day, good to miss. Especially for sentimental people, the softest place in the heart, a touch can be wrung out of the water.
It was also such a rainy day, I was at work, looking out the window, I saw that the magnolia flowers were blooming, white, mixed with a faint powder.
She is as elegant and clean as a wonderful jade, cold and lonely. Under the perspective of the green smoke tulle, the red color is filled with fragrance.
A friend told me he didn't like rainy days.
On a rainy day, my beloved girlfriend who has been in love for many years proposed to break up.
Since then, rainy days have always made him sad.
I don't know whether it is rain or amorous, or the people who listen to the rain. This rain has not changed throughout the ages, but the people who appreciate the rain have a different state of mind.
There are too many irreparable regrets in life!
People who have loved, people who have seen. One day, suddenly, I didn't quit.
Whenever you hear a song, see a sentence, read a poem. It will make you sad and depressed.
The encounter is not one step earlier, nor one step later. Just happened to catch up and stayed there.
Goodbye, then there is nothing else to say, only to ask softly: Hello!
I am a sentimental person, and a sentimental person is most afraid of death. That is, to meet, how to separate? Even if you can't wait for the earth and the sky, you can still watch from afar, because distance is never an issue.
Some feelings, once they meet, are a thousand years at a glance.
The flowers bloom and the moon is full.
Life, if you have a confidant to accompany you, should be a fortunate thing in life.
If not, alone guard a window of smoke and rain, a good tea, a Book of Tang poems, Song Ci, self-cherishing!