Author: Wang Na
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Hoping for rain is like hoping for flowers to bloom.
The rain didn't fall, and a heart began to be lonely. The gray sky, how many love words are hidden, waiting for the people I love to share.
The planted vegetable seedlings, like me, are eager for this rain to come. Wilting leaves, expecting rain to ignite passion.
It was getting late, and the cloudy sky was always close to the evening, and it was difficult to see the distance clearly, blurring the vision. How to eat a table of cooked rice more fragrantly, it is probably a whole day of busy work to get the true taste of the food.
Raindrops, quietly falling. The ground was not yet wet, and it stopped. The hope in my heart was still all of a sudden, and the rain would still fall, and it would still fall......
Spring rain is expensive and worth the wait.
So, look at the weather forecast over and over again. And the rain, haha and the rain, how happy......
There are many marked days, and I can't remember what day it is, Chinese, global, own, someone else's, related, irrelevant.
I know more words, I know more, and I have more troubles. I often fantasize about what kind of life I would have lived if I couldn't read and write? So I envy those newborn babies, who are white and fat, and who don't need to say a word, as long as they smile at you, your heart will sprout. It turns out that being cute is the highest level.
Missing, always recorded in words, too many moods, everyone can see it. I was overjoyed to see you. Calling your name over and over again, have you heard my confession?
The days of companionship are stacked day by day. The time of renewal always leaves too many feelings. I love it very much, but I have some inexplicable helplessness. I want to think about it very much, but I can't express it truthfully.
After all, you love me too much and show up at the right time, just to please me. Maybe I'll understand and cherish your love even more. Maybe I'm sad, how can the thoughts that travel through time and space be easily relieved.
Another pot of tiger pirans was planted, and too many past events resurfaced. I've been hurt, I've been hurt, I've done too many stupid things with tears, how can I become inseparable from loving you?
The night pulls the traces of the years. I always feel like I'm redundant when I miss you.
You're happy, and I care. Can time solve the mystery of experience?
"Dream Order".
Half a day of dreaming and half a day of sorrow,
半生busy碌半生悠。
The unsolved years go by in a hurry,
It's just that gray hair is easy to get on the head.
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