By Hanyan
Standing at the intersection of autumn,
Standing for a long time,
Gazing at the distant sky,
The fine rain passes through the shadow of flowers under the moon:
Autumn water and waves are full of the night's rambling words,
The thoughts of the faraway places are moistened with the ignorant heart,
Standing in the flowing light of the autumn,
I am waiting for the wind, waiting for the rain, and waiting for you. p>
I'm waiting for the wind, the rain, and you.
Standing at the intersection of autumn,
Handholding the lingering cool rain,
Collecting the pink marks on the road of love's heart;
Fetching a wisp of autumn wind wrapped up in the traces of autumn,
Wrapped up in the layers of the forest,
Wrapped up in the birds crowing happily, and the autumn water is long and heavenly,
I'm waiting for the wind, and waiting for the rain, and also waiting for you.
Standing at the intersection of autumn,
Looking for the colorfulness of autumn,
Carrying hopes for the distant future,
Twisting the poetic light fingertips;
Picking up the golden ripples,
Dan Gui fluttering fragrance clustered with the friendship of the golden chrysanthemum,
Cupping the yellow paddy rice with a cavity of thought,
I'm waiting for the wind, the rain, and you.
Standing at the intersection of autumn,
The heart floats freely with the dream,
Melting the words into the fireworks of the years,
Expecting an autumn's most beautiful agreement;
Looking at the sky, standing for a long time,
Night dream floating, and oblique rain,
Planting a petal of the warm fragrance of love,
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I'm waiting for the wind, the rain, and you, too.
Standing at the intersection of autumn,
Planting a serenity at the bottom of my heart,
Tasting the light leisure of the years;
The fine rain, pattering and drizzling,
Speaking of those unforgettable moments,
When the tidal wave of love knocked on the window of the loneliness,
When the wild geese crossed the sky,
I was waiting for the wind, waiting for the rain, and also waiting for you.
I'm waiting for the wind, the rain, and you.
Standing at the intersection of autumn,
I don't want to think about those vows that are scattered in the wind,
I don't regret those joys that can't be reached,
I let my love and longing merge into the tides of happiness;
I pick up the seeds of love and sow them in the bottom of my heart,
I use the true love to weave baskets of flowers and store them in my memory,
The rain is whispering and singing in my ears,
The autumn rain is whispering and singing in my ears,
The rain is whispering and singing in my ears,
The rain is whispering and singing in my ears.
I'm waiting for the wind, the rain, and you, too.
Author Introduction:
涵嫣, member of the Democratic Revolutionary Party, Qingdao Writers' Association, Shandong Province Prose Association, Qingdao Joyful Reading Club initiator, Qingdao, Shandong Province, enjoys travel, hiking, yoga, music, dance, literature, and likes to use her pen to write down the longing and yearning for the good life of life.