Empty night, came the pattering rain.
People were surprised by the rain that quietly fell to the ground, so the road will no longer have a leisurely stroll on the elegant, do not want to be wet by the rain, such as feathers, accelerated the pace of home. Empty spirit of the night, become distant, long. The houses in the night rain synthesized into a wall of sound.
I, in this night rain in the package, standing in front of the foggy window, fingers in the window drawing a circle after a circle, seems to want to be related to the memory of the sleeve. At night, all the beautiful scenery outside the window no longer exists, the daytime hustle and bustle of the world as if disappearing in the pattering rain. Night rain, limit people's activities, so stay in the quiet environment of imagination, always especially far away, especially focused. Circle after circle scratched away a layer of water fog, soon the second layer of fog came up. Standing in front of the window, as if you can not see what the shadow, but in fact, people can see more distant.
In fact, the night rain is not so beautiful. The cramped environment, the muddy road, the falling petals ...... However, the night rain towards itself, towards simplicity, towards the serenity of the poetry of a moment have flocked to the heart. Li Shangyin's "night rain send north" change can be called one of the models. It is this deep impermeable package, Gong Zizhen's "red is not a heartless thing, into the spring mud more flowers" dedication to the beauty of the more touching my heartstrings. Charcoal sellers are still in the blanket of snow on the line, and the night rain seems to have the same flavor. The market in the sky has become simple and childish for a moment, and I opened my heart to the sky in the night rain in search of confusion.
In fact, the expectation of the night rain is not small. Waiting for people to look at the distant dying light, the heart of the light shot out of the grief: Daiyu woke up in a dream, holding the wooden boat left before Baoyu tears; Li Qingzhao, "more than the thin yellow flowers, can not be loaded with a lot of sadness" missing her husband's sadness; Chang'e think of her husband's heart, angrily ate elixir and abandoned the earth to go to the pity of the sadness of the sighing can be felt; Pressure in the Leifeng Tower under the White Lady looking forward to Xu Xian's overwhelming love ......
In fact, the night rain in the imagination is not empty, just look at how your state of mind.
The empty spirit of the night, my thoughts were released. I gazed quietly enjoying the quiet of solitude, I stood silently savoring the mystery of the habitat, my heart was touched and enlightened. It was the night rain that touched my heart.
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