Rainy days
The wind smells the purity of rain.
The summer rain drops are so peaceful, as if the vulgar mortal heart, alone and leisurely, and actually do not want to break the world's unique rhyme. At this time, the only time there are birds, seems to read the feelings of the rain, chirping in favor of letting themselves become the protagonist of this rainy day. But the stage is too small to play the unique color of the world.
The rainy day, you and I are just a hasty passer-by, not for whom I have been sentimental, not because of who stayed.
Coming or going to be the same, this rainy day left too many people's footprints, drenched in too many unspeakable memories.
It is said that there is a secret in everyone's heart that will only be mentioned on a rainy day, and that there is a familiar name in everyone's mind that will only be remembered when the heart is still. In fact, I prefer to be alone to watch the rain quietly, quietly listen to the patter of the season.
Love rain, love in the depths of the night alone to enjoy this rainy day brings lingering thoughts. The most poetic thing about the rain is that when they are gently falling, unless you don't want to put pen to paper, the words on the red paper will be overflowing with the smell of rain.
We have written too many words about the rain, and then I really don't know what else to say. The landscape in front of me? But also but running in the rain, the umbrella under the warmth, each follow the rules as always. The first thing you need to do is to express some of your feelings. No, I'm not that kind of style, not write a heroic chapter. Maybe it can only be the sycamore more and rainy tenderness it.
Not every rain falls so as to, not every drop of rain fall I will be like a baby, excited to the three rest. Many rainy days will also provoke the heart buried for a long time memories, just in every moment of the unintentional, everything is not as good as it should be, then disappeared in the inexplicable reasons without leaving a trace. For example, when you encounter beauty in the rain, even if your whole body is baptized by rain, your heart is still warm.
We are all ordinary people in the world, no ability to change anything, perhaps in our world from time to time to find a little can comfort the soul of the beauty of the quiet rainy days will not seem so monotonous and tasteless.
Waiting for you, in the rain, waiting for you, in the wind, waiting for you, in memory. A rain is like a poem without rhyme, sometimes you will not get used to her messy and disorderly, but as long as you are attentive and know how to put down, even if she is still obscure words, while you can y feel the beauty of her heart. Rainy days are where memories begin, and memories will eventually write their end in the rain.
New rain covers old rain, and old memories will be replaced by new memories that have just settled in, just like the drizzle of this rainy day. Just as everyone's world is not all rain, there will always be a time when the rain clears. So it's better to take advantage of the rain, the mood is not dry, with the pen in the hand to write down the thoughts of this time, and wait until the next rainy day, a person in front of the window looking at the rain, but also to quietly enjoy a belong to their own memories.
The rain drenched the words, the red paper on the birth of a lot of speckled thoughts. The wind blew, silent rainy night like a blooming water lily, should be the sound of rain, elegant and enchanting. A drop of rain falls to the bottom of the heart, I think that maybe that is the secret you want to tell me?!
Early summer's reverie
Early summer's feeling, fresh and azure, azure and tender green!
Walking in the forest, the green trees, the breeze, the scent of flowers, birdsong, everything so charming, time stood still, suddenly surfaced your warm smile...
Walking on the beach, the waves, the sunset, the white clouds, the sea breeze, everything is so beautiful, time has stood still, and suddenly I miss your affectionate eyes...
Early summer, always make people reverie again and again, because it is a season of vitality. The tender green willow leaves softly snuggled up to the riverbank, they danced and chanted together. Dancing with the blue sky, chanting the passionate summer. Early summer is romantic, although people from time to time to meet the pouring rain, but the drizzle is lovely, people walking in the rain, not interesting. Early summer is also impetuous, because the enthusiasm of the sun, sometimes is not understood. But the winds of early summer and the rain of early summer are a joy to behold! In early summer, it will make people inexplicably reverie happy time ......
This early summer, suddenly let me especially miss the long-lost campus life!
Basketball courts, libraries, athletic fields, laboratories, movie theaters, dormitory buildings, teaching buildings, computer rooms, voice rooms, parks, supermarkets... Alumni, Teachers, Roommates, Exams, Shopping, Movies, Walking, Chatting, Old-timer's party ...... So many fragments, so many scenes , so many characters, so many stories, so many memories, suddenly in the mind clear emergence, simple and beautiful, simple and happy, surprisingly have a kind of indescribable desire. If there is a time tunnel, how good it would be! If I have Aladdin's lamp, I wish: I hope that Doraemon can also give me a time tunnel, so that I can go back to campus, once again feel the campus life. I hope to spend another early summer on campus, remembering that season, cool breeze, soft sunshine, alumni warm and cheerful, dormitory warm and lively, learning intense and fulfilling, everything is inexplicably nostalgic for me ......
This year's early summer, I was in a reverie, facing the warm sunshine, but also a silly smile .....
Thoughts in the spring
Spring, everything is renewed, the scenery is pleasant, full of vitality everywhere. The water is singing happily, the flowers are smiling, I am in the beauty of the spring color, touching the feelings, thoughts as if inserted into the magical wings, flying to the strange country, pouring said my passionate love feelings.
My thoughts are so passionate, spring can be evidence, full of flowers, flowers are my love for you; full of ping grass, roots are my thoughts; full of green trees, branches and leaves are my love for you. When the spring breeze over the place, the sound of the branches and leaves is the call of my heart, how I hope you can come in the spring, and I together with the spring *** dance, and flowers *** drunk, bathed in the spring breeze and spring rain, as much as possible, enjoy the beautiful human spring color, and express the adoration of the heart.
Spring is a beautiful word, exciting thoughts, my thoughts are chanting every minute and second, my heart has never been passionate. With you, there is fate, fate sucked, love is connected, the most beautiful song in this life, in this sentimental spring revealed, singing in the world belonging to you and me, moving and pleasing to the heart.
I walk in the spring, my thoughts such as footsteps, each step left a clear imprint, can not see you, I only silently think of you, quietly in my one person space, etc., I in addition to thoughts or thoughts, in addition to think of you or think of you, loneliness with me as a companion, the text is my heart language, every day is recorded in my thoughts of the state of mind, the heart of the love of you unique, through the The words are my heart, every day I record the state of my thoughts, the unique love of your heart, through thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of water, echoed in your heart, into an infinite power, so that every day you are glowing.
My thoughts roam in the spring, such as the spring breeze to give you a beautiful mood; such as the tinkling of the spring, to give you a wonderful feeling; such as the white clouds, to give you a strong friendship, I miss the space is full of your shadow, you take up my whole body and mind, night and day, a lifetime of companionship with me.
Thoughts in the spring, especially bright, elegant, hypnotic, only because spring is the beginning of the year, a year's plan is in the spring, sowing thoughts, harvesting the golden autumn, the beautiful hope lies in the efforts to strive for, I believe that even further distance will come into the, even longer waiting to meet the day, as long as the persistent and determined, all the desire to become a reality.
I walked from winter to spring is so persistent, from spring to summer is still so firm, season after season, year after year remains the same, that sincere heart does not change because of the passage of time, thoughts eternal in the mind, love you forever in the heart, daily inheritance, month after month to sing, year after year to the end of the world stays in your heart.
I miss you in the spring, during the day my thoughts in the sunshine ripples, feel that you are in my heart, with me to work, to see me do everything; night my thoughts in the bright moon swim downstream, the light of the moonlight, streaming on the ground, but also as my state of mind, recorded strands of love. My thoughts every day is this way to spend, jumping endless expectations, and the spring breeze, into the depths of spring, into your gentle embrace.