The days of loneliness, the thoughts become the best comfort to sustain the pain of my heart. Keeping this rainy night exudes a strong sentiment, so that each of the emotions of longing, quietly stay in the heart of a couple, with warmth soaked eyes and such a rainy night slowly rejoin. I don't know if I have no intention of cleaning up that overflowing tenderness of the heart, or a life, a sacrifice of love, just want to gently hold your hand, give you the heart, give you the tenderness, give you all the love that can be expressed, and then for the days thereafter, recounting a heartwarming consummation ......
Kissing the lingering rain, it is like Kissing your fragrant lips, in happiness gradually away from all the sentimental after that separation. That state of mind is so shrouded in acacia that the days thereafter will cover me like rain. This kind of sweetness, this kind of long resided in the heart of the warmth, in every excitement, and then condensed into another look forward to meeting the long-cherished wish. Even in the sleepless night, that kind of familiarity, that kind of language across the space contains every deep feeling, only I understand! Through the rain and fog and your warm eyes, from then on I will be surprised and life gives me the kind of romance and persistence.
Perhaps the flow of emotions is so romantic. Read you carefully, as if intoxicated in the twilight of the morning sun, accompanied by the sky high clouds and sunny day also walk also song. In the body and mind are both clear and pure in the thought of you, even if the long acacia will make people hurt, but also to let the thought seed, in the emotional hotbed grow into a brilliant landscape.
The night is gradually thick, the air is filled with the flavor of thoughts. Just like this independent rain, taste your elegant and elegant, taste your warmth like water, taste every meet and parting taste. All of this will be with the rainy season of life, constant solid in the memories of youth melt, constant solid in the bay of watery eyes that you will always be in the center of my heart. Then slowly take root in the heart, waiting for you to use the pen of warmth to re-scribe. The day long years, will still be in the wind of the years, in every rainy day, to count that kind of tenderness, to count that pattering rain and the heart of this section of the story of love like wine.
A lot of days have not seen you, that light feeling is still, do not know love you is not a kind of mistake, but the heart is full of self-reproach and uneasiness, is it, doomed to our destiny; is it, belong to us only memories? No one knows the answer, including you. Perhaps, only the meteor in the sky know. At this moment, I do not know what you are doing? Have you been sitting under the window looking at the stars? If there is a shooting star in the sky at this moment? There is no thought of my blessing.
I remember you once said, to sit with me in front of the window to listen to the rain, so that the rain drops in our hearts. At that time I was really moved, thought I would be your only. But I was wrong, so wrong. It rained many times. But a dream is a dream after all. We can not get out of the dream, the dream once contact with reality is in danger of breaking.
Perhaps, the network only gives us the opportunity to meet and know each other, occasionally had a heartbeat I have been satisfied, although I never say love, but love you or my choice, no matter how later, I have been content. When you say that you love me, and said that there is a long distance from reality, I already know how the weight of your love
Seriously, then good disappointment, disappointment in your calm, disappointment in the degree of your love. When I said my disappointment, clearly felt your heartache, you think I misunderstood you, yes, I misunderstood you, but, reckless love is the real love, if you still have time to think so many conditions, and decided that this love has no results, your love is questionable.
Yes, we are too far away from each other, we are not on the same path, and looking at each other is also a kind of beauty. Then let this be a dream forever. The dream woke up, everything still ....... Still you are you and I am me ......
Rainy Night Love Prose 3Woke up alone at midnight, the rain rushed, the cold wind whooshed into the room, the sky is finally no longer sultry, turn on the light, a person's time, quiet and posthumous, so some memories crawled all over the lattice window!
These years of drought for a long time, and this year it seems that the rain is more than in previous years, it is good, the rain purifies the air, sends a good harvest, which is the farmers' expectations, and such a rainy night, and especially suitable for nostalgia!
Life needs the baptism of rain, the soul needs to be more pure in the night rain, this rain ah, came just in time, our hearts have been stained with dust, our souls have been rusty!
We came to this world naked, originally we are clean, just years to us with dust, fate makes us complex, so we are no longer the original spotless!
Walked through the years of haste, that year, that month, that person, eventually became a paper stranger, there are entangled, there is pain, just experience more, but also bland, put down, it does not matter!
This is a person's mature performance, the network closer to each other's distance, only virtual, but two hearts born for love, is no distance, so there is a hang-up, reluctance and pain!
Like the text, like the text of you, so there is a thirst for love, a variety of emotions, perhaps you are happy, perhaps you are sad, all day for the love of tired, all because of a word: love!
I'm not a person who loves the old, once also crazy for love, those memories, forever in the long river of my life, I have no regrets, because they all put the heart once precious to me for safekeeping!
Life is an unsolved equation, we are trying to find the answer, but there are some things, did not start to have an ending, and some love, walking around without an ending!
Don't go demanding what belongs to you, do not go to fight will also be your, and some things originally should not belong to you, why do not you gracefully turn around, love is often not in accordance with the common sense of the cards, so please treat their own hearts
A long time has not been under a penetrating rain, this rain is so timely and precious, like to listen to the rain falling on the leaves of the pitter patter, like the world a misty rain, it seems to be a bird chirping outside! The first thing I want to do is to get a good look at the world, and then I'll go back to the world!
The day slowly dawned, the morning sun through the window pane into the interior, the wind is cool, if you have love in your heart, it will be a good heart, the cuckoo cries, whether she is also calling for love!
The rain is still endless, this period of time, Jiangnan heavy rain, torrential rain disaster, and our drought in the north, but also finally because of the rain to ease the drought, we are eager to wind and rain, let this rain!
The sound of rain seems to be small, but my thoughts seem to be in the past, some fuzzy memories surging, but also just a few fragments, light, hooks can not afford a trace of sadness, yes, but just once!
A thoughtful person, will control their own thinking and action, even if a moment of confusion, there will be a day of enlightenment, so cherish the present, not to be tired of the past, is the most sensible!
Once very stupid, once very crazy, that's because you cared, there is nothing wrong, and love lost, you still can not go, it is difficult for themselves, it is why? The road is still to go forward!
There is a saying in Buddhism, every Buddha kills Buddha, every ancestor kills ancestor, so when we have to cut off the love affair, it should be put down, so you can come out of a new world, you will get a new life!
The sky is already very bright, the annoying cuckoo call is still screaming, the world in the rain a little bit of awakening, a beautiful morning, there are a variety of birdsong, and the air light fruit and wood fragrance!
Each of us came to this world, is carrying a certain mission, not to mention the big one, you are a seven-foot man, that should create a happy environment for the family, which is the least of its!
Love is a matter of two people, who are eager to love the good, but often our selfishness and narrow-mindedness destroyed a love, so single-mindedness is the most important, but the time is difficult, and how many people good its end?
If you are in love, then please take care of your heart, love can not come to half a point of deception and false feelings, reason we all know, but often we are defeated in the details, is not it!
Experienced more, it will be indifferent to many things, there are some seemingly can not pass the can, time will smooth out everything, so some things do not get entangled, to time, it will tell you the final answer!
When I was young, I did a lot of silly things, and now, when I'm middle-aged, I seldom go crazy to crazy, not tired, but quiet, know what to do, what is worth doing!
Life has given us many gifts, we have received, lost, and ultimately we still have to create a new future, so on the way forward, the discarded discarded, so that the heart will always remain young!
A rainy night love prose 4
A pattering spring rain, wet my breath, a slow flow of water, roaming through my memory.
The night, always drenched my heart, I love the sound of rain.
Full of the world crawling with green, you always comfort me, in this spring day, do not regret anything.
Sorrow and happiness years, deep love a few, life journey, there is always the mark of the wind and flowers, just want to have you in this life, accompany me to grow old slowly.
The night, quiet, cover up the fictional components, as if, always listen to your heavenly voice. Thank you for having you, because, you let me have a more mature thoughts. Your smile is shallow, but occupies the whole space of my mind, like your moving speech, I use ink, describing countless moving details. Leaning on the window, look out, are you like me, mood, ups and downs.
A person's life, there will be countless encounters, joy and despair, pain and separation, I do not know, when you will give me a surprise. So, I hope, my eyes, always tracing your footprints, when, you drunk in my arms.
I, gently touch the wrinkles in the corners of the eyes, that is the witness of the vicissitudes of life, that is the time to polish the marks. I remember you said, that is not wrinkles, that is the record of your life hard work, do you know my heart at this time, my desire is still so simple, that is a lifetime, have your sincere heart.
You told me that all the destiny should be cherished, I know, you have come into my heart, I will not hesitate, even if the front is hell. I like your narrative, in fact, I know, you and my heart, are very entangled, need us to do a lot of things, but the thinking always tripped you and me. People's lives, really hard, some shackles, as if tailor-made for us in general. We are not sages, but for that commitment, not afraid of the loss of time, do it with all your heart, not afraid of any trials and tribulations.
I know, simple words, but can poison the mind, I always force myself to calm down, with a normal mind, laugh at life.
Whenever suppressed by the heavy burden of life, I calmly, for myself to make a cup of strong tea, light tea, floating countless beautiful, to create a cozy atmosphere for themselves, do not think about the bitter and tired.
The rain stopped, warm spring breeze, bathing my mind, looking in your direction, there is always a touch, you are my reach can touch the happiness, I will use a lifetime, write my loyalty to you. I just want to, we have no regrets in life, the waves are not shocked, and you hold hands, *** degree of the rest of life ......
Rainy night love prose 5Nightfall, the lights, gray drizzle shrouded in the sky of our small county, the blanket of rain and fog, neon lights in the rainbow bridge, parks, streets lined with scenic trees on the happy flashing, looking from afar, it really looks like a mirage, exquisite and spectacular.
I seem to like the world shrouded in fog, hazy like a dream, coupled with a light rain, breeze, drunkenness shallow, feel how cozy ah! Let the rain and tears flow together, let the wind and thoughts drift together, let the world and I together sad. Walking alone on the river bank, on the road, looking at the scenery alone, the world is so beautiful, the world is so desolate. The river rushes with a ghostly figure, the rain dances beautifully under the street lamp, and the cool and cold wind blows down the scattered rain-soaked leaves, or falls in the flower pool, or falls on the river, falls in the flower pool, like a temporarily stranded ship, falls on the river, and flows to the faraway places. It can be said that: wandering into floating weeds, stranded also miserable. I don't blame the wind for this, but I was born with this destiny. Leaves ah, fate is also so miserable and sad!
Thinking of you, but like this night to find the stars; thinking of you, will go into a dream; thinking of you, the tears seem to dry, but the rain seems to become bigger; thinking of you, how I can not stop the rain drifting into the window.
In such a "thoughts into flowers fly, fly all over the sky tears" night, said the quiet beauty, but bleak. Let the rain soak the flesh, let the rain wash the soul, let the blood of pain flow in the lonely soil, watering the bitterness of love, tomorrow will grow a "bitter tree", lonely bitter tree will flourish, full of gorgeous flowers. I know, the rain will continue to fall all the time, even if the rain stops tomorrow, the sun came out, but such a sky is only someone else's sky!
The rain will go on and on and on.
The night is accompanied by pattering rain, gently knocking on the window. I lay quietly in bed, the rain kept falling, unknowingly a trace of astringent salty flavor slowly slipped through my cheeks. Bring up my boundless melancholy! A rain just like this to her thoughts over and over again scrubbing, just thoughts of boundless, in how to wash, but also can not wash off her figure. Suddenly there is an impulse to run into the rain, so that they can wake up a little. Looking back, remembering the past youth, once upon a time we all harbor dreams, to fight for our tomorrow! After a few dreams, the original reality is so cruel.
I remember that it was a lonely night, the same rain, I came to a strange city, no relatives. I felt a never-before-seen loneliness with my dream. Perhaps God favors me as a person who fights for the ideal, right? We met! When she appeared in front of my eyes, she was so sunny, so mature, so charismatic, I was y intoxicated, that is, at this moment, I fell in love with her! That amorous drizzle brought me endless reverie! I am glad that there is a season of rain in my life, and the originally bleak world is still as warm as ever! Life has too many unpredictable futures, and I was lucky at that moment! Everyone wants to leave their own set of footprints on the muddy road after the rain, even if they miss some of the scenery, what is there to regret?
Thinking back to the good times we had together, I can't help but feel a tinge of happiness in my heart. At that time, we got along very happily every day, tasting a glass of red wine, feeling the breath of grapes gradually into the breath, feeling the heart soaring in the rainy night ` over the sky, feeling the quiet sky with your presence and no longer lonely. How much I want time to stay forever in this moment so that we can enjoy this warmth and sweetness to the fullest! But I always feel that behind your smile there is a trace of worry that is not easy to detect. God always likes to play tricks on people, just when I was full of longing thought to enjoy the love, waiting for the unpredictable future.
Outside the rain has been under, I slowly out of the room, looking up at the sky, let the rain knocked my cheeks, wet my heart, wet my whole thoughts, can not say how to feel, and never experienced such a feeling. I would like to think far away, I would like to be attached forever, even if it is far away, even if it passes, at the end of the years there is still a I do not give up, although my obsession can not be the end of the world, although I can not be attached to a thousand years, but the rest of the years have been enough to your attachment and thoughts.
How many people in the world can realize this rainy night sentiment? And how many people can account for this clean? Even if the tears dripping from the face is also clean and fresh, not stained with vulgarity, do not need someone to accompany me to listen to the singing of the cold rain, just want to be a person, such as this night, quietly, with the heart to experience that want to say that no one can understand the feelings? The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the pains and losses!
The first time I've ever seen a woman in a room, I've seen a man in a room. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
In the romantic rainy night, the scenery makes you intoxicated, drunken eyes, rainy night drunk.
rainy night love prose 7Continuous rain for a few days, the rain is not big, but pattering non-stop, the wind in the raindrops from time to time fluttered to the window pane, rustling knocked my a long silent heart. The cloudy sky in my heart keeps lingering, wrapped in my thoughts that can not be torn apart. Ambush knocking on the keyboard, a gust of wind out, lifting my half-covered curtains, lift the eyes, the distant mountains, near the ridge, are covered in a white veil of fog in the general drizzle, this is a farewell to the summer of the autumn rain. Dusk, the rain stopped, the sky is like just washed blue satin, Yanshan mountains still have a layer of misty rain, and the evening sunshine together with the evening mist from the window, as if to the quiet room added ink-colored veil mantle. I quietly contemplated in this mantle of laziness, enjoying this unique evening gifted me the tranquility. In the blink of an eye, I do not know when the evening sun has quietly faded, twilight and pale up, the rain and fog outside the window and gradually thick, in this summer night, my heart through a trace of dampness of coolness, look out of the window of the Yanshan Mountain, like the section sleeping in the twilight of the maiden, in the rain and fog quietly lying. I pushed open the window, the boundless twilight and the misty rain all entered my vision.
So, my heart is like this twilight rain and mist, floating, confused,
The wind brought by the rain, quietly drilled in through the window shrouded by the night, sentimental and romantic blowing up my one blue checkered white pajamas, so that I remembered the time that I have never forgotten - the sunset, the time that I have never forgotten. When the night was full, I embraced you in my arms, gently stroked your hair, kissed your charming breasts, gently pointed your lips, together immersed in that early summer night.
In the vast sea of people, I and your inadvertent collision, from a stranger into the most familiar people, from mutual acquaintance to love and love, from the separation of the fondness to the fondness of unremitting thoughts. Now, your knitted brows and smile, shy red cheeks, fluttering beautiful hair bun, delicate eyes, white jade like glutinous rice arranged together teeth, like the morning dew in the morning sunshine of the general lips, the shyness of the moonflower-like demeanor, magnolia general jaw, out of the water lotus root-like skin, are y engraved in my mind, into my life in the brilliant imprint, I feel that in this life, I have already! I feel that in this life I have possessed you, even though it is often in my dreams, it is the true meaning that I am pursuing in the red dust. Even if I immediately become a wisp of wind and smoke, this human world, I am enough. However, in my inadvertence, just because of a turn, you suddenly disappeared in the sea of people, so that your that frivolous I am familiar with the figure of people become hazy again, your sweet smile, your pure voice, just like this boundless night rain, soaked in my yearning time.
Looking out the window, the mountains in the night rain, the wilderness in the night rain, the heavenly sound in the night rain, the night rain, everything is still the same, just like my past, the wind and the rain baptism, the heart that was once crushed gradually recovered, the past cozy picture is still fresh in my memory. This wonderful hand of painting gladly occasional scroll, is laid at our feet, we had walked in this happy scroll. I do not know, Prometheus is still tied to the Caucasus mountain, the rainy night whether he is out of the liver and intestines, the eagle in the pre-dawn rooster at dawn will quietly fly away? I am happy but I have been liberated, liberated I will be happy to go into this cool rainy night, waiting for the rain to clear up, the sunshine in happiness charming, I long for, in that brilliant sunshine, I will definitely see you again.
This rainy night, I'm not tired, the heart has been driving the night rain in the wind, flew to your peach blossom, which has our beautiful story. The story is stored in the Yanshan winter snow, condensed with the winter and spring unremitting thoughts, flying geese flying south and Yan return to the dance of the dance, flowing thousands of miles to meet and embrace the breath of life, emitting the unique aroma of milk tea, that Damu Street and Ovoot Mountain in the mist had wandered you and I rely on each other's silhouettes. All of this is stored in the memory bank in my heart, condensed into a colorful and beautiful picture, so that I come to this life is difficult to forget.
I still remember the season of your first acquaintance, it was a distant spring, after the melting of the ice and snow, the swallow murmured, willow spit green, peach blossom dew stamen. We broke through the lonely night rain, broke the years of loneliness, a few weeks of hard thinking, we are from a distant different places, gathered in the capital of the lights. You with tears pouring out your buried in the bottom of the heart half a life of aggression, that moment, are loaded in you and I thousands of miles of travel that the waves gently kissed the flat boat. On the beach, the coast of that light flickering in the building, I want to dry your face a few times full of tears, to give you a warm comfort on the heart, however, to see you and I together with the kind of relief and bright smile, hear your gentle and sweet voice, thousands of miles away from the gathering, we have half a lifetime of sorrow and bitterness to forget the clean, we *** with the harvest warm romance and snuggle with the beautiful.
Perhaps, that is God corrected his mistake 500 years ago, rearranged you and me on earth path, let us meet; perhaps the coincidence of heaven and earth, perhaps the inevitable in the world, in my deep thought, as if in the underworld predestined in a previous life. In the life of this bitter short stage, silence quietly interpreted a love drama. Rainy night lights flickering in the vast mountain field flickering in the mountains under this ancient city, at this moment, I sigh, sighing every person in the world of living space have their own north and south of the east and west, like a dream non-dream script, staged in different colors of the drama. In thousands of people, although you are lonely, but like you must be a lot of people, because you have beautiful looks, but also has a unique charm of the inner temperament, and the quality of purity and goodness. In the crowd of people who adore you, you have a pair of discerning eyes, after quiet reflection, but you like me. I don't know how to be grateful to you, perhaps I call all the souls of my three thousand years of ancestors, but also can't repay you for your adoration of me in this life.
Perhaps I am just a visitor in your life, but the moment I boarded the train to the south, the sea of my heart swelled with surging waves. Tolstoy's Anna did not enjoy true happiness, and the encounter on the platform became her lifelong expectation and ultimate regret. I had thought childishly that if I went back to the nineteenth century through the tunnel of time and space, I would awaken Anna, revive her youth, and let her enjoy the true meaning of love on earth. Now it seems that this Anna is right in front of my eyes, she is no one else, she is you. I fantasize that, after waking up from a deep sleep, we use a long-desired love to sow the fire of love on earth, and ignite it into a bunch of blazing torches to illuminate Yanshan Mountain and map the moonlight in the thousand-mile-high sky. Tonight, in this rustling rainy night, I seem to see the flowers of love blooming all over the mountains, this twilight rain mist, condensed into fine raindrops, watering the budding flowers, the fragrance of love in the drizzling rain in the night gathered into a trickling mountain stream, we are in the ripples of the stream canoeing, sailing to the other side of the shore of love. When the rain clears and stops, the other side of the love flower must be fragrant and gorgeous, extraordinarily brilliant.
The drizzle outside the window, still in the near and far world quietly falling, shrouded in the twilight of the Yanshan. I know, I think of you in the haze of this rainy night, but I do not know, at this time, whether you also think of me in this rainy night. I also know that with the deepening of the relationship, we have the same hobbies and pursuits, feelings are also growing. I found that I have infinite admiration for you, so, thoughts such as invisible threads entangled me, like the fall has been cocooned silkworms, I was thinking of a thousand strands of entanglement can not be released, a day without seeing, such as three autumns apart. Never try to really love me, at this moment to understand what is true love, obsessed with let me intoxicated can not extricate themselves. This love is too beautiful, so that I am so intoxicated that some forget about self, dead heart. You have to know, outside the window of this night rain dots and dashes are soaked in my heart, just like your love for me, has melted in my veins, impact on my heart, pulling my every nerve. I accepted your goodness to me, I don't know how to pamper you and pity you. I can only be thousands of miles away, often in a sound dream to put you gently in the arms, silently kiss you.
I would like to ride the wind on this rainy night, but you and I, after all, in the distant sky, I can not caress you, can only be attached at all times, the miss and kisses condensed into a piece of cloud haze, floating into my dreams from time to time. I can only instruct you in a distant place, to take good care of yourself. Looking at this pulsating night rain, I feel as if you are traveling alone in this night rain, your lonely back and heavy footsteps in this night rain makes my heart ache, at this time, my tears are also like this hard to stop the night rain, in my heart miserable.
You know what? When I said "goodbye" at that moment, I saw you turn around tears in the air across a desolate arc, I pretended not to see you, but I turned around to buy a ticket to come back, has been invisible to your figure, a sour guilt surged on my chest, you quietly walked, I did not kiss goodbye, and did not pull your hand to send! I didn't kiss you goodbye, nor did I take your hand to send you off. The moment I couldn't see you, I really couldn't find any way to express my humility. I couldn't find you again in the wind and smoke between heaven and earth, I thought you were so heartless to leave without saying goodbye, or my confused state of mind was suddenly blank, the blank space was filled with your tenderness, your beauty and beauty, at this time I was like a lonely goose falling in the high air, enduring the pain in my heart in the solo lamentation, surrounded by and in front of the eyes of the falling flowers everywhere, everywhere is a stranger's footsteps, everywhere is your figure. I'm not going to be able to do that.
The night rain has entered the mountains and fields, and the pulse has entered the bottom of the heart. The night rain in front of me is full of trees and flowers, fluttering and drifting. You and I, different sides of the world, my heart is full of flowing water falling flowers. The flowers are often shown in my dreams, the thoughts and attachments to you, I can only be buried in the merciless years, your face that makes me dream, now I can only y embedded in my heart.
The flowing years like this night rain convergence of flowing water, with our thoughts and waiting toward the end of the world flow, wait until after the night rain, I will take the wet love, no matter how difficult the road bumpy and rugged, I must trek through the mountains to see you, in this life, as in the past, do not leave each other.