The evening breeze is blowing gently, and your beautiful image still appears like a dream when you look back. A touch of wordless feelings, flowing shallowly in the still water and clear stream, set off a slight ripple, which seems to be quietly telling the world's various conditions and human feelings.
Sit quietly in a corner of time, persistently chasing your trajectory. Even some tiny marks will gradually become clear in my lost memory. Loneliness is like a song, listening to the whispers of drizzle and breeze, and the gibberish of falling flowers and petals. Time flies, slowly grinding my inner loneliness into floating dust and scattering it between the lines of my notes.
In the night outside the window, the slightest drizzle was gently blown by the breeze, drifted through the window lattice and fell into my poem. Under the dim street lamp, I watched from a distance. An old man in the garden was planting roses in the rain. That year, the field in Na Yue was covered with flying catkins of willows.
an all-consuming love, whose heart has been thinned by the once affectionate smile and the drizzle? Whose fleeting time has been graceful and restrained by the little affection in the past? Those times that have been moistened by the spring rain, those past days that have been left blank, are always dying in the watch and quietly become the most beautiful love song.
time flies, the past is like smoke, and everything has finally become a memory. What remains in my heart is only the warmth that cannot be erased. Life is walking all the way, gathering and parting all the way, and I have become accustomed to separation and separation. Silent and speechless, my heart gradually calmed down. Prosperity will eventually be over. Leave only one thought, somewhere in my heart, and be alone.
On rainy nights, I always feel a little depressed. Make a cup of tea and keep company with music. Put all the troubles in your heart out of the window, and just do it quietly. The rain and fog outside the window set off the tea fog rising slowly in the humble room. In the narrow space of the house, there is music like nature, as well as those stable moods.
Feelings that have been stranded for a long time are slowly recovering in this rainy night. Suddenly found that, recall dribs and drabs, are the years of silence that a past. The journey of life is appropriate for gathering and parting, and it is mixed with joy and sorrow. In those days, I always walk with loneliness.
the rain at night knocks on the window, which awakens me from my meditation. The basin of bindilian on the windowsill has blossomed into their due splendor. Occasionally, raindrops fall on the petals through the gap in the old window. One drop, two drops, and the echo is like your soft whispers. Raindrops reflect the stamens like crystals, which is more gorgeous.
The faint mood has made my words sad. Those past events have slipped into lonely lines at your fingertips, and you look back at the moment. It is doomed that I will be stuck in the past years, and the time will be safe and quiet as water. A gentle corner of the heart. As long as I touch it gently, it will make my heart ache. Those memories of the past, those lost years, gradually blurred in the journey of life.
Deep in my heart, I can't express my heart sounds. Your figure has been deeply integrated into my life. Who can say that it is not a meaningful emotion? Miss the gauze, gently lifted by the wind, fell on the eyebrows. In the tenderness of drizzle, I let my thoughts dance lightly and fall on the ends of the earth. I am used to reading my piety and sincerity to you in the indifference of words. In the time full of ink fragrance, I feel connected with you and enjoy poetry.
We are all passers-by of time. Once you passed by me with a warmth. That touch of tenderness quietly crossed my heart and made my mind tremble. My heart suddenly breeds a kind of inexplicable melancholy. The rain outside the window, with a little chill. The coolness of early spring has stained the time at the fingertips. I have heard too much helplessness and reluctance in your footsteps.
I'm listening to the rain in the lonely night, and I still miss you when I first met you. I quietly collect you and those lotus-like memories in the moonlight city like water. Maybe many years later, you can still understand my persistence and waiting. In this way, we will not live up to the years, nor will we live up to the lines I wrote to you. The years that have been dusty in my heart will also be activated.
the four seasons flow, and the fleeting time is innocent. A spring rain, a state of mind, an unforgettable memory. In the past, although you didn't leave a message, I didn't promise. However, those feelings of mutual pity are amazing. In my memory, I always have your beautiful shadow. Time is safe, so are you and me. Let's follow the bodhi of the years, quietly miss each other and accompany each other quietly!
I am listening to my heart sound in this silent rainy night. Grateful for the years, give me a string of voiceless time. I have no sleep tonight, and my heart has a wish. I would like to take a touch of acacia into my dream, and I will be dependent on you in my dream. Those unbearable pasts will always be settled and exciting. Those eternal feelings will always be filled with the breeze and rain. Your clear eyes, as always, will eventually sublimate like a torch in this breeze and drizzle!