The drizzle beats the old street, beats the smooth bluestone slabs, ticks under the eaves, and the town is very quiet at dusk, like the little sister next door in the slow time when she was a child, looking forward to a spring bright spring, and the rain in the hometown is always attractive
author：Qu Jun
Drizzle
Knocking on the old street
Banging on the smooth bluestone slab
Under the ticking eaves
Listen to the rain
The town at dusk is quiet
Like the little sister next door when she was a child
In slow time
Expect a bright spring
Hometown Rain
It's always melancholy
The smoke makes the mind distant
Blank in the head
Even pick up scattered memories
It is also difficult to tug at the sad heartstrings
The drizzle beats the old street, beats the smooth bluestone slabs, ticks under the eaves, and the town is very quiet at dusk, like the little sister next door in the slow time when she was a child, looking forward to a spring bright spring, and the rain in the hometown is always attractive
The drizzle beats the old street, beats the smooth bluestone slabs, ticks under the eaves, and the town is very quiet at dusk, like the little sister next door in the slow time when she was a child, looking forward to a spring bright spring, and the rain in the hometown is always attractive
The drizzle beats the old street, beats the smooth bluestone slabs, ticks under the eaves, and the town is very quiet at dusk, like the little sister next door in the slow time when she was a child, looking forward to a spring bright spring, and the rain in the hometown is always attractive
