? Last night's stars, last night's wind, the drizzle to the dawn. Just like this drop by drop, gradually thickened the entire sky, turned into a luxuriant silver silk, moisturizing the world. Dense up the killing of the rhyme, the overflow of autumn, "one night of autumn rain one night of cold".
? Late summer, should have ceased to exist, but the rain cleared the blazing sun, whether the glory is extinguished, it is not known, but when the sun has been indifferent, the inner lassitude has been infinitely amplified. Who have never made a mistake, just sympathetic feelings, extended to the season that should not understand. Autumn wind will also gust, autumn rain will also sob, exploited, washed out, dulled, the last last just stay in the cycle of destiny, only the unique expectations, the day than the day cool, the month than the month goblet ......
? The light of late summer will not be miserably covered, will only be accompanied by the autumn rain drenching, carrying the light of gratitude.
? Entangled in the rain of heaven and earth melting everything into a furnace, melting heaven and earth as emerald, quietly flowing all things, still no one to appreciate, poetry, piano and song, carrying the sentiment of seeing through the world, but also with the style of viewing the scene of heaven's destiny. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, rainy night private guard, see through the cloak of stars, can wear the moon, gradually lost in the ugly, loss of senses, numb to the stars.
? And last night's rain, you know?
? I'm not sure if you want to see them, or if you've seen them, you don't have to pay attention to them. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all of the restrictions, and then you have to go back to your home and get a new one, and then you have to go back to your home and get a new one. How can we talk about liberation, how can we talk about escape? The yin and yang are separated from each other, in order to be the host of nothingness, in order to be able to quietly view, this time the state of mind, whether it has been desolate, as the dead tree, lifeless.
? And we will always use some grandiose reasons, as an excuse to escape, not realizing that, from a flower or grass, we are still fixed in the familiar origin. That is to say, from any direction, we can not escape, no matter how to escape, will eventually return to the origin, only to move forward without hesitation, in order to change the established results.
? Then, we can not be different kinds of different, and make their respective connotations with the change, so as to get rid of the inferiority and superiority of the points, no longer adhere to the established format, not because of the trend, do not want to stand out, just as a habit, y imprinted, and then, given an established fact, it will be able to change with the change, so that the horizons are not confined to the road to open up a new definition of the road instead of tracing the footsteps of the predecessor, but also tend to follow the footsteps, gradually lost just belong to their own things! and gradually lose what belongs to you alone. The first to really become unattainable, never incredible, and unique to be unique in their own, no longer like a flash in the pan, like a dream.
? Rain, will always be stretched, no longer pregnant with the initial novelty, precious only their own feelings about the rain. Soft and penetrating, along with the moonlit night reflection, green silk randomly ò, as if the crystal clear white snow, waterfalls, soft light glowing.
? White to fair cheeks, sadness to cloud eyebrows, light and serene, clear breath far away from the fragrance, Qian Ting Ting, unique orchid heart, the east wind far away, tramping line line ......
? So, the feeling is never different, even if the years into the migration, the residual will always be there, will not be in various forms, just as an individual, just like a thousand years old tree, rooted in the soil, hovering in the sky.
? And how can people feel the same way about rain? Each person's preferences, habits, views on things, and even age and state of mind are so different, and style of existence independent of the world, with each other's experience, no suspense will just stay, then speculate on others is very important, as long as you can do with each other similar, naturally, will be heart to heart, so as to arrive at a coordinated understanding of the degree of tacit understanding, and further united with the opposite of dissimilarity, that will be able to **** the same understanding , like every drop of falling raindrops, the shape scattered God gathered ......
? Such a tacit understanding of the cooperation is given by nature, and the tacit understanding of life is man-made creation, can not be opposed to the natural, and thus the nonsense, the connection will be thinner and thinner, and finally completely reduced to strangers. At this point, let the rain has been down, and then a huge number, but also lonely and independent feelings, then, the rain will only be more piercing, no longer as in the past, share each other's pain.
? Petals are still in the appropriate time to fall, the crowded streets are gradually thinning out, there may be no one who will be sentimental damp at the sticky petals, arbitrarily with the departure of the people trampled, fuzzy lost once the appearance of the earth and the earth as a whole, and is not accompanied by the aroma of the soil, y into the land, but waiting for a downpour, and with the wash away.
? All along, we are growing, from ignorance to deep teachings of destiny, but we still can not escape from the eternal destiny, all things uniquely survived, people from generation to generation to retain, as if endless can not see the end, for their own, just a lifetime, only really know the meaning of continuity, will be the dead do not die, the living will live forever... ...
? The rain will keep falling in time and space, people will keep falling in time and space, "a flower a world, a tree a Bodhi" is so.
? Last night, it rained, did it rain?