I, in the rain, am waiting for you,
Waiting for you, the air is clear and crisp, my heart is pure;
The fragrance of cinnamon blossoms has filled the air,
Rendering me with an autumnal flavor,
In the sluggish rain,
The sound of frogs sinking down and the cicadas are silent;
Every tree and every branch of the lotus are like you. ......
In the rain, in this wilderness of time and space,
Not a step earlier,
nor a step later, I am quietly waiting for you;
Waiting for you, in the rain,
in this vast expanse of heaven and earth;
outside of time and space,
There is such a me, waiting for you peacefully,
I am waiting for you ......
Waiting for you, in the rain,
The air is as fresh as a small order;
Waiting for you, in the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms ......<
The raindrops under the eaves, swaying like stars;
I stood under the eaves, looking up and lifting my eyes,
And sure enough, you came to me,
Like the haze after the rain, which made my heart open;
I, in the fall rain, greeted you,
I, inwardly, laughed and rejoiced!
I'm waiting for you in the rain prose 2
For some reason, I love the ethereal rain, and I love to walk alone in the rain waiting for you to come. So, once again, I walked in the embrace of the rain. Listening to the subtle extemporization, it can make me fantasize about disorientation, fantasize about a world of pure beauty ......
Looking around, it is now spring, although the small town can not feel the breath of the arrival of spring, but occasionally there are birds and flowers, but also an epiphany: spring has come early!
In a small town like this, where cars come and go every day, and the asphalt road smells like the city, I couldn't find the inspiration for Wing Chun. I can't find inspiration for spring. The only thing is this rain, seems to be the spring spirit, exudes infinite charm, will save a winter of tenderness in the full swing, dancing with the wind, ethereal and handsome, spontaneous and warm. Rain, you in the roadside flowers dance between the fingers of your soul, you have just sprouted on the leaves of small trees jumping delicate body, every time quietly look at you, I will remember once also in such a rainy day, I was young with you together in the rape field to chase the figure, together in the countryside to pick like fire in the red, together with the blossoming youthful smile, together in our small world of playfulness! I remember playing the piano, you listen to the fascinated smile. However, such days seem to have passed away for a long time, about ten years! The fine rain is like weaving, the heart is like rain. Holding an umbrella, I Bing Shen gazed at the misty rain curtains, the heart of the oil suddenly realized: Cutting the threads of love, in the long, narrow, lonely rainy alley, in the spring rain touched the oil-paper umbrella, in the spring rain moisturized memories of ...... "dripping, dripping, dripping," the lingering sound, touched my sentimental, and I was very happy. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've had a good time.
I still like to walk alone quietly in the city on the asphalt, although, without your company, although there is no earthy aroma, although there is no warbling and dancing lively, but I have been accustomed to this end of the street to that end, waiting for you in the rain, I hope that you can also hold an umbrella, silently looking at me, do not have to say, do not have to meet the eyes of a smile, just let me take a look at you no longer youthful shy face, it has been enough! The only thing you need to do is to let me have a look at your face, which is no longer youthful and shy!
I'm waiting for you in the rain prose 3
The sky is green and other smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you. This season's ancient town of Jiangnan aptly projected the scene. In the spring rain in the south of the river a few points less hustle and bustle of the world and trouble, added a few points of ancient poetic elegance and romance.
This time I came to the rainy Jiangnan ancient town, standing in the blue ripples of the Suzhou River, the shape of a single shadow looks a little sad? In the smoke like yarn in the rain, I seem to see a plain printed cheongsam dress Jiangnan woman, holding an umbrella printed with broken flowers, from the deep rainy alley.
The woman's high bun, beautiful white face, light eyebrows, eyes flashed a trace of melancholy, goose egg face reveals not easy for people to notice the sadness, walk through the long silent rainy alley, walk through the mossy eaves, walk through a row of willow trees look soft and weak, the willow branches swaying in the wind stroked her face, wiping the corner of the eyes of the tears or rain for her. Finally walked across the river bridge farther and farther away, slowly in this landscape painting general Jiangnan scenery hidden wipe away.
Quiet on the stone steps, has been the sound of the rain patting the green stone plate, always so monotonous. Full of dashing eyes, as if there are endless heartache, endless stories.
The river in the smoke and rain, and staged a few pairs of love stories of men and women. Once the alliance, the rain promise, all with the rain flowed into the river, did not stir up a little ripple. In the end, the rain is still falling, the pavilion is still bustling, once the teenager has been in the rain stopped when I left.
The rain stopped, the people went away, the mark of youth is still there, will not fade with the rain and lush colors.
I'm still waiting as in previous years, you and I will meet in this hazy like poetry in the Jiangnan rain, continue to tell the story of love and love.
I'm waiting for you in the rain prose 4
can never forget: it is in the rain and wind was wet under the appearance of the soul also gradually wet you, or in the rain and wind in the soul has been wet, the appearance of the wet but still persistent and affectionate waiting for your feelings of me.
Always let me firmly remember: is your sweet kiss conveyed to my love, even if it did not say anything, but also let my beating heart will be my body itching hot first time to get the feeling of love.
All this can not forget and remember the feeling so that countless times in the wind and rain waiting for you
In the green by the wind and rain shook into the geometric figure of the shade of the trees, looking for your familiar shadow, is indeed a too beautiful, too beautiful feeling. That makes people linger in the soul of the shadow, take away a lot of sadness and a lot of loneliness in the love, take away a lot of loneliness in the night.
So, I went through the storm, through the rain, looking for you. What I saw in the gray light, wet heaven and earth was a pair of strange and bleak pale eyes, but I couldn't find your pair of Chu Chu's crystal eyes.
In the wind and rain, I bitterly listened to your soft footsteps. How many times has that gentle footsteps stepped on my heartbeat, quietly into my dream, gently without leaving a trace. Left behind, just a sigh, with a sigh I walked into the wind and rain, to wait for you. Waiting for is one after another hurried passer-by, but can not wait for my familiar you.
In the wind and rain, I gently called your name. That makes me excited to make me sink Lun's name, the name of that taut in my nerves, how many times engulfed my soul, pulling my heart, has become the goddess of my heart. There have been many friends, at the moment has disappeared, the only one who walks in the wind and rain is you. The call of the distant mountains, the prayer in the wind and rain, over and over again chanting, is still dreaming of you.
In the rain and wind, I silently relived the distant love story. That lingering and evocative young and ancient story, so that I was intoxicated in the wind and rain in search of you. Standing in loneliness, only this story to help comfort my broken heart, comfort my soul. Thus let me find a clear sky and a green sanctuary. I look forward to the clear sky in my heart will be drifting what think what is the white clouds; that piece of green sanctuary, then grow a clump of golden `dreams, sweet dreams. Yet, the harvest was one miserable ending after another. Oh, my miserable ending! I do not want to hear that sad story. To listen to is still slowly recounted tears and sadness of you.
In this way, I went into the wind and rain, pious blessing you. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. How many times the loneliness struggle in the heart, I have long cared. What I long for is to use my thin body to shield you from the wind and rain of the whole world.
The wind and rain, so thick. Mixed with the silent tears, touched my vision
The wind and rain, so light. Like your soft hand, gently stroking my face, wipe away the tear drops on my face
Oh, who can disregard their own soul, leaving behind the memory of childhood; who can bear to look at those yesterday's sadness, take away our smile. Dry the tears on your face, smoothing the scars of memory, looking at the end of the world wind and rain, looking at the constant is still the end of the road, looking at the constant is still the distant east fluttering ice clear a beautiful sad story!
In the rain and wind, I silently waiting, I silently waiting for you to die like the return date.
I waited for you in the rain prose 5
In that sentimental rainy season, you for a man without an umbrella to hold up the head of the clear sky, but the gentle rain is still wet me silk sentiment, wet me strands of love, you said; I am like a poetic raindrops y moisturize your lonely parched heart, you said; my gaze is very hesitant, melancholy to make your heart break, you said; want to share this sorrow, accompanied by me to walk through the journey of life. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
That day you said you wanted to travel to the south, maybe stay in Shenzhen, I know I am a poor boy net can not help your footsteps, to give you the life you want. That day I will never forget, you hold over the rain wet coat man, disappeared in a haze of rain and fog, that day I will never forget, since then I like to think of you in the rain and wind, so that thoughts drifting into the rain and fog hazy and sad .......
How many times, I still stand in the rain and wind, looking for your familiar figure, looking for the feeling of embrace, that is a kind of make people linger, the soul haunting thoughts, you are gone, let me add sorrow and loneliness.
Even though my eyebrows pack the wind and rain, I am still obsessed with waiting for you, I always believe that there is a poignant story, will not drift in the wind and rain, I hope that there is such a day, your long fingers gently brush away the teardrops on my face.
How many times in the wind and rain, I bitterly listen to your gentle footsteps, and how many times the night, your light steps quietly into my dreams, leaving gently without a trace, wake up, only I sighed with a sigh, with sighs to wait for you, but can not wait for me to be familiar with you.
How many times in the wind and rain, I gently called your name, how many times engulfed my soul, pulling my heart, how many times in the wind and rain, silently revisit that love story, the wind and rain silently waiting, silently waiting ....... Your distant return ........