A story, a memory, a beautiful, to remain in the heart, like a cup of tea, quietly exudes fragrance, occasionally tasted, sweet and fresh, the following is what I have organized for you in the rain floating in the memories of the essay, welcome to read.
1, memories floating in the rainA story, a memory, a beautiful, stay in the bottom of the heart, like a cup of tea, quietly exudes fragrance, occasionally tasted, glycol and fresh,
evocative ... - the title
Dripping Tap, tap, tap, rain knocking lightly on the earth, romantic from the sky down, as if a pearl fell into the jade plate, issued a tiny crisp sound, prompted the opening of the charming flowers, people walking under the flowers, flowers in the air drift, the water is reflected in the purplish red, flowers, near and far is the vision of the green water soluble, the air is filled with a kind of flowers and grasses fragrance. Rustling, rustling rain is like the melody of music, soothing and choreographed unfolding, like a waltz jumped up in the spring.
Looking out the window, the smoky rainy scenery, listening to, pattering rain, thoughts gradually drifted away. A fuzzy memory emerged in my mind, more and more clear ......
I remember when I was 8 years old, a cold winter night, my father went on a business trip, leaving only me and my mother at home. Probably because of the weather, I was sneezing one after another. I lay in bed, my body cold but heating up. Heavy breathing, gradually blurred my eyes, and in a haze, I only felt a slightly cool palm on my forehead. A familiar smell filled my nose, faint, warm and reassuring, "Why is it so hot, you have a fever!" Mom exclaimed. Almost instantly, she leapt up on her hands and knees and dressed me. Resolutely, carry me down from the 5th floor ......
So, in a cold wind howling, falling rain pouring night, mom only cloaked in a coat, carrying a full armored me, all the way to the hospital. On the way to the hospital, a few people with umbrellas, walking sporadically, only "tick, tick," the sound of falling rain accompanied us. I leaned on my mom's back, my whole body is weak, my nose is blocked, it is difficult to breathe, my whole face is hot, two piles of abnormal redness floating on the cheeks. Mom's hair has been wet, the back of the coat also has a few watermarks, "hoo hoo" I heard my mom's rapid breathing, from the back of the heartbeat of the warmth, seems to be dispersed around the cold air ......
To the hospital, my mother to help me get out of the car , open slightly squinting eyes, looked at my mother was wet bangs close to the forehead, bruised lips slightly trembling, pale face, let me have an impulse to want to cover it with heat ...... into the hospital, hung up the number, mom can finally slow down, bean-sized beads of sweat hanging in front of the forehead, the cold body also has a wet feeling. Looking at the body accompanied by my mom, that busy figure just for me, yes, only me. She puts me first, what about herself? Suddenly, my nose a burst of sour, but do not want to let mom see, tilted his head back and let the tears in the eyes circling, blurred my vision, but always stubbornly do not fall down.
Hang up the bottle, back home, looking at my mother for me to prepare a good hot water and pills, tears finally came out of their eyes, mom, thank you ......
Wow, wow, wow, dense rain pouring down, strong melody, catharsis is a spirit. The spirit of the rain, you mischievous sneak down from above the heavens, drilling into the arms of the earth, together sing a high melody, beautiful, so that people feel the baptism and cozy given by the heavens. Clear raindrops like memoirs, a volume of telling that distant memory ......
Whenever the rain drifted, I always a memory of that touch of warmth - mom.
2, the rain drifting memorieshalf of the night, hard to sleep, melancholy twist, play a song "rain drifting memories" by virtue of adding melancholy, cold rain flying down the dust. I don't want to talk about bleakness, but also bleakness, full of love only silence. A wisp of ink, floating in the dream, so that thoughts through the season, to your side. Everything seems to dream of rocky ups and downs, there are many storms in the future, can you be willing to spend together. Can you be willing to watch the clouds rise and fall together, and go together to warm the dark indifference in the winter.
Had smiled and walked through all together to help, that part of the infatuation honey. Who understands the dream of touching, only a trace of a faint bitter smile, the loss of the original is a goodbye spring dream. In the vast world, the bitter search, no trace of you, a thousand sorrows. You in the sky you can still remember each other scene, we have been in the sea of love to swim, think freely. Driving a boat to see the breeze rippling, see both sides of the birds and flowers, you are happy, I am happy. How I wish the dream could be repeated again, we go home together, see my pen and ink writing of love and hate. Since then I have not put down the pen in my hand, write the rain hit the banana, I am far away, wandering alone, drifting in the four seas.
I release my love, I release those who have accumulated, no one to rely on the loneliness and strong romantic infatuation. Let the autumn wind shaking down withered, let the figure with the wind dance, affectionate and you *** see colorful clouds fly. I mailed my love, one end of his hometown is forever yearning, one end of the hometown is forever attached. Eighteen years old that year let my love stranded, my greetings let the moon frightened, eighteen years old that year's childish hesitation left regrets, want to write a letter to you, but careless I forgot your home address, do not know to go there to mail. In the end, only let the wind piggyback, even if it is only my words, but the geese have long lost track of the regret I can hear the breath of the month.
The train missed the time, there is the next class, but life missed the time, leaving only regret, a lifetime of regret. While looking into the distance, but also in exile for many years of frustration, I chased my love, although nothing, but vaguely see rubbing shoulders suddenly look back. Even in the cold world, it will warm up, we are waiting for not a paper contract, not the contract we press the handprint. Your love, have you mailed it? Twenty years of time stacked is not a piece of paper, is stacked with bits and pieces of emotion, the wind and rain remain.
Love to more love to turn thin, is my heart you did not read, or your heart I did not read, just too much care about you and I feel, only to appear confused and panic, do not ask you, too much love as long as a little bit. Let the thoughts fixed, so that a lifetime of no regrets. Want to love to love pain, don't let loneliness say sad, want to say you say out loud, don't wait for dusk to come, only to realize that everything has been forgotten. Love is like sand in the wind, blowing into the eyes rubbed into tears, love is like snowflakes, hold in the palm of the moment into water, love has no matter, as long as in a glance at you. A small goodbye to tell my heart alone, twisting a snowflake hidden into the memory, turned into tears to tell me what is happy, ask the loneliness of the pillow, and then ask the dream of the regulars, why need to carve, love your life is not my fault, look at the tops of the trees wind leisurely, look at the stars at night silence. But like blinking eyes and then tell you, your love mailed!
Speechless under the lamp, sitting alone, I seem to hear your breath, so again write a letter to you, let the wind for me to send again, because already know your address.
3, the memories floating in the rainJune 27, 2010 dawning 5:30, woke up in a dream of Yulan, once again encountered with her aunt, her eyes, tears. Emotional depths of the dream relatives, unable to move the body language, hissing out of the dialog, still clearly imprinted in her mind. She was so happy and happy in the dream.
You gave Magnolia everything, let her for this long stop and contemplate. Every time she remembers, remembers, and tries to draw your outline in her mind, tears blur the vision in an instant, but your familiar and dear face is still so clear. And she can only feel your love in the memory is not far away, you are not far away. Outside the window is also pouring rain, that is all she wrote with words, the heart can not be loaded with thoughts. Thoughts, gently mixed with the prelude to the sound of thunderstorms, will be drowning her in sadness, can not be extricated. She, heavy breathing has been polluted air, desperate hissing this heart of dissatisfaction, but no better words to modify their own. Week after week the dream appears as a lighted fantasy. In the dream world, I took your hand and walked in a place where the souls of the sky and the earth met. In an instant, your disappearance leaves her disoriented and completely bewildered. She cried out hysterically for you, Auntie, but found that it was all in vain. The world without words, only smell the breath in the unrestrained alternating cut off.
Facing the computer screen, her fingers gently on the keyboard to beat the words belonging to their own words, the words flow in the keyboard, so that her mood can be released; only words can dispel the noise of her heart. She likes this wonderful feeling, no one disturbed, no one to interrupt, just continue their own a person's good. 2010 she repeated, her life, do not care about the surrounding, do not care about other people's eyes. In her soul, she is the most beautiful princess, do not care whether there is a prince to appreciate, as long as there is their own appreciation, has been enough. And keep the usual mindset, do not compare and contrast with others, only do the best themselves.
A landscape, lost color, after a long absence. A few paragraphs, fuzzy shades, before the intention. In the river of your departure these two years, crossing, Magnolia she encountered a lot of ups and downs, trials and tribulations, and struggled painfully; but, thinking of you, she, hardened down. Your little grandson Ming Hao is also almost four years old, little bitty now can be teasing. Occasionally, he would give his uncle a call, saying that he wanted to take the Wuhan-Guangzhou high-speed train to Wuhan to go to his grandpa's house, saying that he missed his grandpa very much, and listening to the end of the phone was to make his uncle happy, laughing straight away. Auntie, if you were still here, he would have wrapped his hands around your thighs and stared at your kind, friendly face with his big, stealthy eyes, and asked you a hundred thousand questions, which would have made you even happier. You will surely be able to teach your little one in the same way you taught her as a child, slowly and methodically, won't you? The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was so happy to see that I was able to get to know you.
Some times, Magnolia she was so tired that she also wanted to give up, but your figure is always approaching to spur her on. Especially in recent months, she drove a motorcycle to work on the way, often too hairy, either knocking or touching, is you in the clouds with love to see, sheltered her, let her fall after climbing up and patting the dust on the body, and then silently bear the pain to continue to go forward? Did You heal the wounds on her knees and hands with love, letting them heal with love? If not, why did she not shed a single tear so easily for such pain?
All the way through, you in the clouds of vision is her belief that she insisted on, although not to give the substance, but this is exactly what she wants, suitable for her. It is also you who are watching the passage of time, fishing alone in the cold river, has been for her to compose the "years like a song" this mellow tune, so that it far back to the loop, soothing your beloved magnolia!
4. Memories floating in the rainThe sky is still the same day, so blue, so clear; the clouds are still the same clouds, so white, so pure. It's just that things are different, and you can't find the shadow of the year anymore. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that.
Rain pattered down, holding an umbrella, I took a heavy step in the drizzle. By the ear always lingered that familiar song - "memories floating in the rain" ...... I still walked there, once that no longer existed, my memory has been erased. I only know that it was my alma mater, where I studied and played with my classmates for six years. Time always flies, in the blink of an eye, I have read the second year
Memories are always so beautiful, that is the most Holy Spirit on earth, it can bring joy, and instantly can make people cry. I regret so much that I was too ignorant in my childhood. Did not have time to cherish the beautiful and simple six years, that wasted years. The only thing that can make up for it is to cherish every minute and every second of junior high school ......
The rain stopped, I still hold up an umbrella standing outside the school, my thoughts flew to the traces of 604, I do not know whether it is along the umbrella down the raindrops or my teardrops, has stayed on my face, eyes, heart. Take me back to God, I found that I have been standing for a full 20 minutes.
Looking at the blue sky after the rain, white clean clouds, I walked slowly with a heavy step, walking ......