Time is always very quiet, years are always long. Just like this autumn rain, silent, endless. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to the office.
Sitting alone in front of the window, listening to the pattering rain outside, as if a clear song, in the heart of the soft play, with a faint beauty, faint joy, silence and happiness, but also thin add light sadness.
The rain on the window pane, the crystal paddling down, one after another, light and transparent, the quiet beauty is difficult to describe.
Sometimes so silently looking out the window, will cover the hand in those falling raindrops, looking at them calmly, gradually from your fingers quietly flow away, as if those who are gone forever time, any of you a few lingering, a few despair, will be with the wind and rain, quietly away.
Lazy days, listening to the autumn wind, listening to the autumn rain knocking on the window.
In fact, this is a good season to be as moody as you want to be without being blamed, especially by yourself.
A season of cold, a season of northern geese flying south, a season of the mind a thousand, how to say should sigh: life is short, do not live up to the light. Sigh spring and fall, years like water.
However, like this autumn rain, the heart is always inexplicably happy, it is fine and broken, such as the wind chimes in front of the window, if there seems to be nothing but light and long. Some thoughts let it with the wind, taste a taste of this September in the rain, not like falling on the ground, but like falling in the heart, suddenly sad and happy, like worry like sadness.
Bamboo in front of the window, open the verdant, more than a little vitality. A cup of tea, curling fragrance, so that the interior of the Qinghua, more than a little soft.
Put away those thin as yarn wing dress, put on long-sleeved clothes, still feel a little cool. The first time I saw this, it was a cold autumn rain.
The summer heat, the sun like fire, seems to be in the previous second, the eyes rush past, as if doing a magnificent spring dream, after the dream woke up, you are still you, I am still me, can not afford to half a minute of imagination.
褒一点汤，让微凉的日子多一点暖意，多一点凡俗的烟火气息。
Smell the faint fragrance of soup in the air, and with the fragrance of the soil outside the window, close your eyes and listen to the Li Li, such as Beethoven's "Serenade" as gently playing the sound of the rain, such as sobbing, like a dream, like a fantasy.
In fact, each season, there are each season's exclusive beauty. Spring has a breeze, summer has hundreds of flowers, winter has snow; and rain, is the most beautiful scenery in the fall, and the fluttering leaves, droplets into the heart, so that the cool years, love thoughts, a dream of a thousand years ......
Prose: rain in the love of thoughts 2Outside the window of the spring rain, thoughts as the rain curtain began to flood. The rain is not slow to beat my heart, accompanied by loneliness and then came, but y like. Already can not remember from when to start to like this kind of loneliness and tranquility, probably innate like this loneliness and loneliness, it seems to remember from the beginning, and seems to be the beginning of the sinus, a flurry of life emotionally disturbed first experience suddenly struck me that the emotional endings of the deep hidden in the heart. So like in the dead of night when thinking carefully, like in the rain in the rain to listen to the sound of the rain, like in the drop steps to the sky in the flower fragrance to the language ......
I can not remember can not be said in the taste of the cause? That only belongs to their own unique quiet and peace of mind so that I love infinite, pillow that unique quiet quietly into the dream is a kind of enjoyable enjoyment. There is no disturbance, no clamor, no secular ...... life's true quietly reproduced, life's free thinking and thought source code are quietly accompanied at this time.
Smoke and rain in March, spring blossoms, everywhere golden, mountain azalea, the spring oil paint Jishui Huishan depicted as Jiangnan intoxicating scenery. Rain misty Jiangnan rain, always in the Qingming time frequently favored. Every year at this time, auspicious residence Cheng family of more than 20 people, young and old, together back to the countryside of the old family tomb sightseeing, whether it is the great-grandparents unique Wangjiashan tomb scene, or grandparents 100 years of celebration of the customary ceremony of the yinshou all let me y nostalgic for the childhood that the background of the extended family growing up experience. The joy of the four generations of the same family is always so short and fleeting, just like the rain outside the window, which drifts away at any time.
The pattering spring rain knocking on the window of the branches of the leaves issued by the rustle around me in a circle and circle, in the depths of the heart of the ripples, and constantly spreading the deepest thoughts and sorrow in my heart ......
Remembering the grandparents to the great grandparents of that filial piety extends to the father and our generation, but it is a pity that the great grandparents as well as our generation, the great grandparents of the great grandparents of the great grandparents. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get the best out of your life, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get the best out of your life, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get the best out of your life, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get the best out of your life. Grandparents ah, since you have the joy of brother in heaven, then bless my sick mother quickly get well, but also poor granddaughter a wish, okay?
Prose: rain in the mood 3
Holding an umbrella standing in the rain, rain from the umbrella edge edge constantly dripping, splashing wet my pants feet, but also splashing wet my heart. Heart tide, thoughts gradually drift up, looking out at the rain and fog across the river lonely red dot, guess is a tree red flowers, but also suspected that the pavilion is the red roof. The rain makes the mountain turquoise, water beads into a stream, with my memories, drifting across time and space, drifting across the distance.
The distant mountains have been invisible, but I obviously feel its existence, feel its feet the village of the same. The years that have gone by have eroded the distant memories, but she is forever clear. I do not know how she is now, but the old bamboo forest, full of sweetness under the plum tree, the delicate smile of the infatuation, all the time not knocking my thoughts.
I suddenly stubbornly think that the lonely is not a tree of red flowers, not to mention the red roof of the pavilion, that is clearly her holding a red umbrella of the slender figure. The heart beat wildly, how many sleepless nights of tossing and turning, how many years of festivals in the lonely loneliness, this time all into tears. Is it possible that God has also taken pity on me and given me another sweet coincidence? I thought it was a hallucination, and wiping my eyes wet with rain, I was even more sure of myself. I called out her name over and over again and ran towards her, but almost fell into the river. I searched both sides of the river, long after the eve, magpies do not come to build a bridge for me, just like the cowherd and the weaving maiden. The river was flowing rapidly, but it didn't care about my mood. Heart in pain, the slippery mountain road does not know, along the river, I anxiously look for the place that let me pass. But the rain was getting heavier and heavier, the river became roaring, the mountains swayed in the gale, and the green waves drowned out the vague red spots. Did she leave because of the rain? Or was it the disappointment of waiting that made her weep. I completely 'desperate, tired body finally fell to his knees in the rain, God ah, since you give me this unanticipated encounter, and why so cruel to not let us meet.
There are a lot of encounters in a person's life, and I'm glad to have met her in the same rainy season. Looking into the distance in the drizzle, a red umbrella under which she stood quietly in the cold autumn wind. I do not know what she was thinking, but I saw the autumn wind flapping her white trench coat, I was ashamed of my tardiness, and hurried over, but I did not expect her under the umbrella to give me a winking sweet smile. "Coming," she said softly.
I trembled, my heart wanted to wear out of the chest, apologized and said: "I'm sorry," so I went into her umbrella, and she walked together in the continuous autumn rain.
There are many encounters in a person's life, and I grieve our separation, coincidentally in this fall rainy season. I remember the day we parted, we came together to the original here. Everything is so beautiful here in the past, green mountains, green water, and her red mark. We were enjoying ourselves in the drizzle, we were embracing each other in the pavilion, we were looking at the gray sky, but our hearts were conceiving sweetness. However, now we are embracing each other and crying, she asked me how long it will take to come back, I do not want to deceive her, only to say with difficulty: "difficult to say," she said waiting for me for a lifetime, this word is like a needle piercing my heart, piercing me but that full of love. I held up her face slightly green from the autumn cold, a face that turned out to be very clear, but poignant because of our imminent separation, and looked at it carefully, I wanted to remember it forever. We kissed wildly, and the tears of madness could not be stopped. She wanted to commit herself to me, but I didn't have the courage that a man should have, because I knew that reunion after parting was far away. I finally stood up and left in pain, and when I turned around, what I saw was that she was still playing the red umbrella, standing silently in the rain, long, long unwilling to leave.
I finally returned to my hometown after more than a decade. It was also in the rainy season of this fall. I stood in the original here, the red dot on the other side of the river is still vague, but she is no longer there. It is said that there is a unique beauty in the fall rain, but I felt that the beauty was full of misery. The coldness of the rain is too much for me to bear, my heart is more moist, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the mist obscures her face, but it is always in my heart. I cried out loudly, dear! Where are you? In addition to the echo of the four mountains in the rain and fog, but never heard her sweet and delicate voice.
Prose: rain love 4
The south is rainy, after the rain, the sky is clear and clean, the air is clear and fresh, it is cozy. Lingnan area around, more hills and mountains, vegetation and trees are therefore very lush. Since the rainy season after the Spring Festival, to the Dragon Boat Festival between the weather, but also to the rainy weather as the main theme, every time the rain stops, stretching peaks, inky green, under the action of air pressure, will always be dense and rise a piece, a pile of light and delicate mist, graceful dance, dancing and lingering, mesmerize your eyes, so that you slowly breed a strong love for the rain.
Today there is rain. It has been raining, pattering and dripping. In the haze, the rain was rubbed and twisted into a strip, a string, as if stored in the belly of the silk of love, entangled, oblique and dense, horizontally and horizontally intertwined in the empty to be plowed in the heart of the field. The rain fell cheerfully into the arms of the earth, so that the earth's center of the ripples, non-stop; that blooming circle ripples, is the heart of the heart of the earth back to the love of the rain of the heart of the flower bloom. See, the rain to the intoxicating flowers, obsessed with the heart, the love of love, lingering love through the string linked up, they form a string of precious heart.
Such a beautiful scene, I do not know whether you deliberately hide in the corner of the airtight windless and rainless and silent, completely unable to feel the call of the rain droplet tremor. It is full of forgetfulness to wash the nature of the dusty burden, how it would like to use the carefully woven raindrops to trap your gentle hands, so that you can quietly feel the strong sincerity; how it would like to use the pouring rain of tears, soaking you can not stop strong, so that you can not break free from the love of the ties.
Let go of your heart, do not pretend to be reserved; fold up your shyness, heart to experience love. You do not like to hold hands and walk in the rain? Don't you love the rain kissing your face? Aren't you enamored of the warmth of the murmur of the rain beads as they embrace the earth? Then throw off the disguise, enjoy the show to accept a "soup chicken"! Let the rain soak your whole body, let you feel life's rare bold, let the wind, rain, sky and earth and you become one. You know, miss this rain, the next rain do not know when to wait until it comes!
The rain is still falling, that "tick, tick" sound cut call, sound urging, sentence mumble, until you wake up your sleepy tenderness, until hypnotize your strong cowardice, until the love to the tears dry rain stops ......
The rain stopped, the sun reveals the victor's smile, is your heart cheering a brand new day finally comes, you finally freed from the restraints of not being rained on? Free, free to come and go, joyful and excited, no rain is no better than a good day. The sun shines, the sun slowly and warmly into the sun red flame, you stretch the forehead brow gradually contracted, the inner leap quietly silent, the whole body of the clothes are helplessly wet, you finally sweat, sweat and rain like a note. This situation, can not help but make you miss the tenderness of the rain. Rain, after all, caring for their own, considerate of their own, not to leave; the tenderness of the rain, the raindrops of the wild, the rain beads of arrogance, in fact, they are the natural beauty of the presentation, never hypocrisy, just the beauty of the characteristics of the different just, and why deliberately to dislike and take it!
The choice will always have regrets, it is impossible to have all; things are positive and negative, can not be perfect, otherwise, the United States will not be beautiful, the United States will become ordinary, because there is no way to compare.
Prose: Love in the rain 5
Like rainy days, it has always been so, even in the depressed fall, or bitter cold winter, rain is always my life love.
Let's go back in time to the year xx, my summer, summer vacation race over the long night. That year, the declaration of growth has just been carried out, should be flying dreams, high aspirations, but the worries are spreading with the heart of the matter. So, a locked diary, hiding the secrets of youth. During the day, with my mother working in the fields, night, quietly opened it: "feet steam heat soil air, back burning hot sky light, so hard, can endure, but the neighbors of the academic pursuit, how can I avoid? I heart melancholy, if the weather's boring, just want to ask, why not come to a rainstorm, give me a good reason not to leave the house ...... "Just wrote these sentences, the thunder outside the window, the pouring rain came out of nowhere, the dark night, opened a wonderful rain curtain, I was stunned! ......
That night, I completely disregarded my mother's rambling about the crops will be flooded, the depressed heart cocoon quietly released, really appreciate the rain if the sweetness of the rain; that night, I went into the Tang and Song Dynasty, and with the sound of the tape recorder pipa sound of the gentle, replayed a lot of poems about the rain; that night, I curled up in a crib under the eaves, kissing the The fragrance of the soil, listen to the sound of the rain falling on the earth, like a bead on a jade disk, and if the ringing of the ring, so, sleep peacefully with the sound of the rain.
It is in that special period of years, I fell in love with the rain, but also fell in love with the space belonging to a person.
The river of years flows quietly, precipitated memory, there are some rainy season episodes: or hold a flower umbrella, or chant a small poem of romance, or look at the ripples of the river circle, or listen to the banana leaves under the long and short staggered snap ...... However, the most touched by the most cordial and warm, or the rainy season to the I have a chance to curl up under the window pane!
I can't remember how many rainy days I've had in the sky, I just know that the troubles of youth have long been yellowed in my memory. The days of looking forward to the rain, but also with the youthful ignorance of childishness faded away. People to middle age, more is to stay and go without intention, light to see the flowers fall, the clouds rise and fall, favor and disgrace. So, every rainy season, I will close my eyes soothingly, listening to the rain fall, so that the red dust and distress with the rain, in the universe melting naturalization.
At this moment, it is raining again. Open the window, pull open the curtain, head down on the bed, let the snap-snap-snap sound of the rain shocked the eardrums, slightly closed eyes, gradually disoriented into the silk threads if the rain, slowly, I walked into a dream world, is the rain complex is not old? For the rain of new sorrows gently tell? In a trance, the clear sound of the rapping pillow, drunken thoughts of the gentleman stroking the strings, looking at the end of the world alone rely on the fence, WanYou look back drunk three thousand, catch a green bird, wading through the water, over the clouds, articulating a most beautiful magnolia, exploring that far away mountain with you ......
A rain, knocked awake a memory;
A rain, a bright section of the thoughts.
On rainy days, I just want to listen to the rain. The soul wants to fly? The first thing you need to do is to get a good feeling of what's going on in your life!
Prose: Love in the Rain 6
Early in the morning, push open the window, the cool wind through the skin, straight through the heart.
Another rainy day, loved the beauty of the cloudy sky. The rain removes the dust particles that fly in the city air, and the only thing left is a smooth breath.
The wind, along with the rain, a small flower bloomed in the cold early winter. There is no fragrant breath, the cold can not be frozen persistent vigor, she opened still enchanting, still beautiful. I don't know her name, the center of the flower is like a butterfly, the wind blows the wings want to fly. The rain is confused eyes, colorful flowers, like millions of dancing butterflies, dynamic and playful.
Can not be eliminated, with the wind dancing love. Some people say that romance will come out of age. I thought that the poetic feelings will go deep into the bone marrow.
The other day, to participate in a tournament in Nantong City, after lunch out of the restaurant, the sky drifted up a fine rain. The restaurant is a distance away from the race course, guiding coach said: "I like to walk in the rain, feel the bleakness of the wind and rain, whenever it rains in the prairie or snow in the desert, I never take an umbrella, and will run into the nature alone, to enjoy the unique weather to bring me the pleasure." I don't know how the people there would feel about this, maybe they just laughed it off, but I was quite touched by it. All artists need to feel the breath of beauty with their hearts, and all artists need romantic feelings to feel the delicacy of emotions. Romance is not divided into age, capture life in a small touched, the moment is the source of inspiration, a wonderful repertoire, interpretation of moving stories.
Can not do indifferent, every drop of rain will soak the bottom of the heart. The feelings that arise from the oil, so impulsively want to describe in words, every rain, is a story, entangled in the restless hustle and bustle of the depths of the heart of the long ago memory. Every morning sunshine, are eager to drift with the wind through the fresh rain. Every lonely night, longing for the rain outside the window to beat the banana, sound like a fresh music, passionate lonely obsession.
Every rain, like Cupid's arrow halberd, fell into the lake ripples. Spring rain lingering, autumn rain sentimental, summer rain passion, winter rain loneliness, very impulse and desire to get wet, but did not have to withstand the wind and cold body. I love the oil paper umbrellas in the south of the country, and the little poem of Dai Wangshu.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, with you, strolling through the bamboo forest. The path is quiet, the bamboo forest listening to the rain, meaning in the rain, love in the heart.
Prose: Love in the Rain7
This afternoon, the flowers quietly bloomed, the wind softly cool, the rain shallow sprinkles, the wind in the rain, the rain in the flowers, flowers in me, I heart you, sketched out a warm and romantic picture. In this way, I wandered in the continuous rain and wind as if intoxicated, in love with the wind, in love with the rain, in love with the silk coolness, in love with the people thousands of miles away.
Lightly listening to one of your "heart rain", so that the rain drops contain thoughts, the pillows fall ideas, with a few points of love and a few points of poetic coolness, I listen to the song to enjoy the rain, listening to the love of the song, to enjoy the rain in the scene, so that the wind and rain quietly wash my heart, watering my love. Sheep like silk heart rain murmured in the ear, softened my heart, dissolved my sorrow.
I hold a wisp of wind to dance, pick a drop of rain into the rhyme, let the heart wandering in the wind and rain between. I looked up and looked away from the middle of the smoky clouds, silently listening to the ramblings of the rain know, a gently know, let me fall into the swamp of mutual understanding, a gently know, such as I am attached to this gentle rain.
What kind of a woman am I? This life is fortunate to have met you in the red dust, in this rainy afternoon, listening to the lingering rain, looking at the paper that a sea of thoughts, complex feelings, can not say, can not be said, my mind, with the wind and rain all the way to the south, to the south, fell in the middle of the plains with you. With your acquaintance, such as this soft rain, lingering attachment. In this misty afternoon, I lightly traced your outline, more and more clear, more and more intimate ...... silent rain, refreshing weather, such as smoke thoughts, the end of the sky, you, so that the heart is a little drunk.
Rain, lingering, pattering, so that I do not have the slightest sleep. A person, quietly listening, the rain beating melody, soft, warm, in such a rain gently feel you, you are like this gentle rain, slowly put my heart moisturized. The breeze kissed the tangled rain, so that I savor you in the wind and rain, and I will quietly think of you on every rainy day in the future.
I love the world in the rain, the thoughts in the rain, the thoughts in the rain, the warmth in the rain, the romance in the rain. Look at the wind kissing the rain, the rain gently kissed the flowers, so that my thoughts are getting thicker and thicker, the rain, wet my heart, wet my thoughts. Rain, still dripping and floating, my mind with the distant you elongated and then elongated ......
like the rain, like a person quietly listening to the rain, a person in the rain gently think of you, like the rain that poetic romance, like the rain that thought of eternity, like the rain that soft state of mind, like the rain in the that I like the rain to bring me that quiet, like the rain to bring me that thought, the meaning of the deep rain, can not touch you, so that my heart has never left ......
Prose: Love in the rain 8I have loved the rain since I was a child. When I was a child, when it rained, my mother was always in a bad mood, annoyed and said: "It's raining again, nothing can be done", but I was not, I will clap my hands and shouted "ow, ow, great, it's raining again", as long as my mother can not see, I will rush to the rain, leaning back my little face and enjoying the rain, and then I will go to the rain. As long as my mother could not see, I would rush into the rain, tilting my little face to accept the kiss of the raindrops, the rain falling in my mouth as manna, sweet flavor. Especially running in the rain, let the rain from head to toe down, as if the world no longer have other, only I a happy "soup chicken" mom always said I.
Regardless of whether it is a small rain, heavy rain, or pouring rain, stormy weather, I seem to be on the rain only like. When I was young, I only thought it was fun to rain, but I slowly grew up to realize that rain is the gift of nature, is the source of bathing everything grows.
When I was in college, I loved walking around the campus in the drizzle, the flowers were fresher than ever, the trees were greener than ever, the grass was greener than ever, and the air was fragrant, as if the whole campus was mine, and the pressure of studying in the past was driven far away, and all that was left was relaxation and coziness.
At work, once encountered pressure and frustration, I will be alone in the rain alone, as if everything is cut off by the rain curtain, and then let you focus on the idea to summarize, to face through the rain in the distant.
I also like the thoughts of the rainy night, through the window. Dull light shines on the glass of a slippery stream of rain traces, with a halo, with a dream, to bring you into another time and space tunnel, to meet friends, to think of relatives, to reverie lovers. After a long time, you ha out of the hot air so that you look at the outside is misty, but in the mind but go very far.
I'm not afraid to go through a storm in life, in the storm you can withstand the test in addition to the experience, training guts, strong bones, more importantly, the storm will be cleansed to the life of the original ease, rich and rotten, so that you are strong in the face of you must face a new beginning!
Because I like the rain, so whether in the south or in the north, go out with very little thought of bringing an umbrella, usually in the rain line, let the raindrops fall on the head and face, and then one into a stream, crisscrossing the whole body, and then let all the hair, clothes close to the body, like a sculpture of the blank has just been washed away by the water, in the rain walk.
I also look forward to, in this life, there is a man who holds a red umbrella for himself, you lean on his arm, he held the umbrella for you with one hand, one hand wrapped around your waist, enjoying the blooming pear blossoms in the spring drizzle, stepping on the green grass, wetting his pant legs, staining a shoe with mud, rambling nonsense. No matter what you say, he likes to listen, he will smile in the rain, and the umbrella he holds will be because of your complacency, and constantly adjust the direction of the rain for you. But unfortunately this life is not even once!
Rather, I remember a day in Guangzhou, the company came to a big customer, but I was separated from the outside by a sudden storm, the rain that day was particularly heavy, thunder rolled fireballs click click click click click blast. The rain on the road was like the waterfall in Huangguoshu, Guizhou. I heart the company, not a little afraid, because the reputation for a business is too important, I have to rush back, or a single large order will be lost.
I saw a bunch of motorcyclists sheltering at a rainy intersection, and I shouted to them, "Who can send me to the industrial area? These Cantonese people, some in Mandarin, some in Cantonese, said, "No one is going to go, so big thunder, waiting to be struck!" It was only two or three dollars for this stretch of road, but no one went for five. I got angry and shouted, "All the men are dead, and I'm not even afraid of an old woman? What are you afraid of? Is there not a real old man in your group? I'll give you ten dollars", the rain was so heavy that it covered the sound of my voice, and I repeated it again loudly. At this time, a Cantonese man pushing a motorcycle stood out, "Don't yell, I'll send you there", and the people beside me clapped, and some people shouted, "Ten dollars! "Don't you want to die for ten dollars?" Most of the people have thrown a look of approval, there are people shouting "walk in the middle of the road, pay attention to the big thunder ah".
The whole road, in addition to the howl of the storm and the thunder of the shock, even a car can not be seen, we are like two warriors in the storm rushing forward, the man shouted in Cantonese mandarin, "hold me, or will be blown away by the wind," the voice, although hissing, but can feel a kind of warmth. Ten minutes of the road, but as walking in the gunfire bomb forward, the rain is too big to open your eyes, the wind is so strong that a man almost with all the strength to grasp the steering wheel. Two raincoats were torn by the wind like two flags, in the center of the road hula fluttering, the road water depth of at least half a foot or more, the motorcycle driving as speedboats traveling on the water, the two sides of the formation of a fan of water curtains, like the motorcycle to lift up like the upper side of the lightning, thunder and thunder, torrential rainfall waterfalls, and the lower side of the water curtains lifted up motorcycle, is really spectacular in the rain.
I don't know if anyone saw it, maybe it will be thought of as performing acrobatics, or challenging the Guinness Book of Records, right? But who can understand is for ten dollars, is for a single business, risking their lives? In that moment, it was very simple for us to accomplish something that was beyond any value.
To the company, I was soaked to the skin, into the office, the whole body is still raining, the customer shook my hand and said: "Mud total you are really good people, otherwise such a thunder, how can I spare you ah! Only the good and kind people dare to go forward in such a big thunderstorm ah, tell you business deal ah, the rain stopped I invite you to eat a big meal ah.
From that day, the company's motorcycle team in front of the door there is always a man waiting there, as long as I appear, he will come up and say: "Sit in my car," the other people are far away from watching, a long time, I slowly feel strange, why others do not come over to carry me? One day I asked him, "Master, why don't they come over to talk business ah, why are you always one?" He laughed and said, "They are embarrassed." I asked, "Why?" I asked, "Why?" He said, "You really don't recognize me? I was the one who sent you back in the thunderstorm that day." I was shocked, was it really him? A real old man from Guangdong!
So I also laughed out loud, "So it's a real big man! That day you wore a raincoat and a hat, I can not remember, thank you ah, big brother, in our northeastern words, you are too manly, really manly ah'.
From that day on, he became my "full-time" "motorcycle" driver, and for a long time I took his car back to the residence. One day, he disappeared in the rain, for some reason never appeared again, he is a long and angular Guangdong face anon, high nose, deep in the sockets of the black eyes, lips are very thick and very long, a smile reveals a row of teeth, is not very tall but very strong, about forty years old or so. I always look for him in the driving "motorcycle" people until I left Guangzhou, every rainy day, I will think of him, this Guangdong man forever in my heart rain.
Now, I accompany the prince every day, snail home, rarely in the rain romantic walk alone, but often experience the baptism of tears. Seven years, this kind of tear rain in the sense of perhaps more profound than nature's slow walk in the rain. No matter what, your face is light, who does not know how tightly you bite your teeth; you walk with the wind, who does not know how many bruises your knees still have fallen; you laugh heartlessly, who does not know that you can only cry tears and rain silently; hard days are not so that you do not shed tears, but tears can still run as usual, every strong people, have to bite their teeth and shed tears through a period of no one to help, no support, no sun, no rain, no support, and no one to help, no support, no support.
So ah, the rain can remind me of a lot, only immersed in the rain can feel the rain of the chest, the rain of the atmosphere, the rain of the dashing and bold!