Listen to the rain by the window and reminisce about the blossoms. Passing years of water, strange earthly worlds. Sealed memories, can not find the wisps of fireworks, lights are dimmed, step on the song of the years, rewrite the youth, silk rain like smoke, forgotten corners, can not touch the past, is the wound you rewrite a lifetime, but also my faded prosperity of the robbery. The prosperity is finally over, but it is a strange road. The encounter of life is like the rain outside the window!
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Inadvertently scattered in a pool of autumn water
Play with the autumn halo that fills the pool
Tap on a curtain
There is wind and rain and falling flowers outside the window, and there are poems and tea and years in the window
The encounters of life are like the rain outside the window
Drenched, wet, near, far away
A journey of mountains and rivers, all the way full of flowers
The autumn rain was miserable, and the leaves fell all over the ground
In the cool season, let a piece of paper follow the wind and rain