The sound of rain gurgling is like living by a mountain stream. The person in front of the window, slowly writing a letter to you on a business trip. Or read poems in chronological order, read Xinyiwu when the xinyi flowers are in bloom, Wang Wei's Xinyiwu is in Lantian, Shaanxi, and my Xinyiwu is in the West Lake Turning Pond. At such a time, any music is superfluous, the rain came, the sound of twittering birds hidden, only an occasional sound or two, probably all returned to their nests. The rain is small, and again a warbling, twittering.
Then read a listen to the rain it, the different stages of life and the situation are summarized:
Teenagers listen to the rain song upstairs, the red candles faint Luo account;
strong years listen to the rain in the boat, the river is wide and low clouds, the geese called the west wind;
Now listen to the rain under the monk, the sideburns have been stars also.
Grief and happiness are always merciless, a person in front of the steps, drip to the daybreak.
Listening to the rain, is to listen to their own inner voice, and cherish that moment in front of the window happy rain mood.
Walking in the mountains of Quntang in the light rain. Plants are stained with the breath of spring, between breathing and exhaling, refreshing.
Surrounded by rolling mountains of diaphanous color, giving people infinite tenderness. The clouds and mist cover, like light smoke, very Jiangnan. Jiangnan is you, is the day with you. It is the days when you can walk in the rain with you for a long time.
We walked to the supermarket. Just bought wild watercress, the most ordinary daily life also hides such a small surprise. Take a handful of crunchy vegetables in your hand and walk with spring. Spring food is light and smells good: eggs with parsnips, eggs with leeks, jasmine tea from Fuding Ten Cellars, green bean cakes, woks, sweet putty, blueberry-flavored sour cream wine ......
Surprised by a tree of white flowers. That is the purple leaf plum. After seeing all the flowers, it was the simplest white that attacked the heart the most. Just like the woman wearing a white shirt, plain face, eyebrows, is good-looking.
The flowers in March look stupid, the first second is still reservedly containing buds, and then a second "snap", the heart are pulled out. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level.
See two women talking under the tree. The first one is the one that is not a good idea, and the second one is the one that is not a good idea, and the third one is the one that is not a good idea.
On the weekend, it rained again. Often fine rain is not even need to hold an umbrella, today's rain is to hold an umbrella. Anyway, the air is moist, wet and pleasant.
Two people, with umbrellas, take the subway to West Lake. The subway to Longxiangqiao station, and then play a fast car, twelve dollars to the Lushan Park. The first time we went to the Lone Mountain Park. I've been to Lushan Park many times. The first time we went to Lushan Park, it was the first time we went to Lushan Park, and it was the first time we went to Lushan Park.
West Lake, smoky rain, peach and willow green. Spring in the willow buds, spring in the bud buds. Spring is the real spring when it has not yet arrived; when you walk in the spring, in fact, spring has already passed.
A pair of demented people. Two people with more companionship, the feeling of happiness is superimposed, unparalleled. Just like every time I run to your mood is happy, just like countless times the sun rises and the moon sets are left in the memory.
Lone Mountain Park - Xiling Printing Society - Lin She - Plum Garden - Su Causeway - Pinghu Autumn Moon - Broken Bridge. Along the West Lake, from the front of the Lone Mountain to the back of the mountain, regardless of whether it is raining. This rain ah not cold rain, is the Jiangnan smoky rain. Pear, peach blossom, spring, and many unknown small flowers, competing to open. As I walked, the flowers bloomed. Think of a poem about Jiangnan, "flowers bloom on the street, can slowly return."
In the pavilion of Broken Bridge and Broken Snow, there are all kinds of middle-aged and old-aged talent shows from morning to night every day and every hour. The songs are sung in various styles and the dances are a blend of genres, and sometimes tourists go for a roar.
In the world and out of the world to switch freely, is the West Lake in Hangzhou, Hangzhou in other cities unique existence. Because of this, the West Lake is not forgotten. The woman sang, I danced, the surrounding crowd clapped and beat the beat. The wind and the moon do not say, has moved the heart. At this moment, the West Lake, in the Jiangnan rain and smoke.
West Lake for a day, a year on earth. The Year of the Ox, if you want, is still safe and healthy, there is nothing to ask for, there is no fear, only courage.