1. Listening to the sound of rain, like falling into a dream that does not want to wake up. The music murmurs like a spring, the hollow zither destroys the rain of the sharp sound, like a long practice to break through the sky. In the traces of jingo and iron horse, the ripples of watery tenderness, dreamy sound.
2. Rain is the tears of the cloud sadness, the heart is always lonely in the dark clouds, flowing down a burst of heart rain.
3. Listen to the sound of the rain drop by drop clear your breath like raindrops seeped into my love.
4. Lonely boudoir, the soft bowels of an inch of sadness. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
5. Flowers flow from the water. A kind of lovesickness, two idle sorrows. This love can not be eliminated, only under the eyebrow, but on the heart.
6. A person to hold an umbrella, a person to wipe tears, a person is very tired.
7. Such a season, such a rain, has been a long time, do not go to memorize the traces of rain, I do not know whether to forget the rain, or isolated themselves.
8. It's raining, the wet ground is muddy, pedestrians on the road walk carefully, for fear of splashing mud on the body. The rain got heavier and heavier, turning from a rustling sound to a clattering sound.
9. I would rather run alone in the pouring rain than throw myself into your false embrace.
10. The rain outside the window, tangled rainflakes fluttering, drizzling rain, flooded with beautiful memories, in the heart of the sea to push the waves, and the urge to get wet, the night rain alone walk, will be more beautiful? I believe it must be a kind of skillful and lonely beauty.
11. Whenever it rains, I still think of you, and remember those images that even breathing feels heartbreaking.
12. The eyes are raining for you, but the heart is beating an umbrella for you.
13. Rain, as if it were millions of magic fingers, as if it were millions of strings, playing a thousand different sounds.
14. Every time in the rainy day, how my mood is not good, has always been I hate the rainy day.
15. Rain, still rain; I, still want you. Until the world no longer rain that day, I will stop loving you like rain like deep thoughts.
1. Whether it is love or friendship, the quarrel will only lead to the dog who wants to take advantage of the situation.
2, you see, the world is not destroyed, the heart is not broken, the rest will be left to time to solve.
3, you like the person who is willing to accept for you that is your ability. Break up is not terrible, break up means that you simply do not fit
4, angry haphazard decision-making is like pouring warm water in the nest, warmed up for a second, the rest is all crazy and irreparable pain. We have traveled so far that we have forgotten why we set out.
5, no one can sway your emotions, only you do not let yourself go. Just like everyone dies, but not everyone has really lived.
6. The difference between liking and loving: liking is a hot heart, loving is a pain in the heart.
7, why prove anything to the unworthy, live a better life, is for yourself. Growth is not stepping on the glass slag little by little?
8, I borrowed you five dollars, you take very thankful, your friend borrowed you ten dollars, you will be in the heart to scold me petty, you do not know your friend has a hundred, and I only five dollars.
9, do not live in the eyes of others, and do not live in the mouth of others. The world will not change for you because of your complaints and dissatisfaction, you can only do to change yourself!
10, do not go to persuade a person who is infatuated, then he is always deaf and blind, he felt sick and only she is the medicine.
I grew up loving the rain
As a poet
rainy days do not write two poems
feel sorry for the weather
When I was a child, I read the famous literary youth of the Qing Dynasty
Zhang Chiu's pretentious treasures of the "Phantom Shadows"
On which I was y impressed by a line about rain
Rain is something that can make the day short and the night long
That is to say
Rain is something that
can make the day short and the night long
It's so magical
And Li Shangyin, a young man of the Tang Dynasty, wrote about rain in an even more beautiful way
"It is cold to look at each other from the red building in the rain.
Rainy days tend to make people lonely
So poets write poems
Singers sing
Lonely people hook up with each other
Many stories are born in the rainy night
Young people listen to the rain and sing upstairs
The red candles are dimmed in the tent
Strong people listen to the rain and are in the boat
The river is wide and the clouds are low. Broken geese in the west wind
Now I'm listening to the rain in the monk's hut
My temples are already starry
Sorrows and joys are all about emotions
Sir, it's windy out there, come in to get out of the rain
In fact, there are a lot of good things to do on a rainy day
Or gather your buddies for a drink and talk about your girl
And you'll have a great time.
Waiting for the wind to stop
For the sky to clear up
"Rainy Days Are Good for Thinking About You"
How can I make you believe
There's only one you in my heart
I can only hug you and hug you and hug you again
Waiting for the sky to get wet
Waiting for you to rain
I think about you like a fisherman misses fish in March
I miss you like a July summer longing for rain
I haven't done anything yet
Just thinking about you
And you're wetting up the whole city
The whole island
It's been raining all day
Thinking about you all day
And I'd like to know
Do you prefer it to rain
Or do you prefer it to think about you?
"You've Got a Target in Your Skirt"
The sky is full of rain
My heart is full of you
Wherever you are
I'll be there
With a gun
With a bottle of wine
On a plane
On a boat
On a green train
On a hyacinth
Arriving at your destination
Arriving at you
You're standing in the west wind
Your hair's long
Targets in your skirt
Eyes overflowing with water
Dimples are glasses of wine
I'm drunk when I kiss you
I'm not going anywhere
Just to be with you
Doing bad things.
Getting old and getting bad
Moody Saying Sentences for a Rainy DayA. Lower your eyebrows, the peach blossom flows. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The heart will remember, your tenderness, your good, your beauty. The time is old, the mountains and rivers are old, and the peach blossoms are still there, the flowing water is still there, the white clouds are still there, still write our poetry line. So slow love, so quiet thoughts, such as porcelain in the blue flowers, have to go through the burning fire, the pain of suffering, only to have a shocking, transcendent beauty of the world.
Second, you help people 100 points, when one day you are only willing to help 80, he will empty you of all the grace, and would rather choose to help him only 70 points of people as friends. A grain of rice to raise benefactors, a stone of rice to raise enemies, the old man said the right words. Don't move to pour it all, leave some pride and heartache to yourself, remember, the most cool but hearts.
Third, tired, in the corner of the time to stop; thirsty, in the years of the brook drink; pain cried, in the bottom of the heart to write down these landscapes. A journey of confidence, a journey of obstruction, a journey of strength, even in the wind and waves, can not stop moving forward. We ultimately have to personally get hurt in order to really learn to love ourselves intelligently.
Fourth, there is no such thing as a joke, all jokes have serious ingredients.
Fifth, only to find the confusion about the future, it seems to have lived a day to day.
Six, the best state of women, is outside the noble atmosphere, professional independence. But in front of their loved ones, but the birdie, charming and weak. And the best state of men, is outside the desperate to make money, hook and corner. But in front of the family, but gentle and obedient, firm and brave. He is completely different in front of you. The king outside, the slave at home, is the best man.
Seven, in the material can not reach the place, we **** build a cozy home. Do not ask about life and death, do not say sadness and happiness, do not say cause and effect, regardless of whether it is a cause or a robbery. I just want to love you sincerely in the red dust. I want to think about you, regardless of heaven and hell. Love you, knowing that it is a life and death robbery, but also to moth to the flame. I don't want anything, just you. With our souls, in the home of the heart, know each other, love each other, love each other, cherish each other, life and death, until the end of time.
Eight, we are all lost children, see other people's way but can not see their own way.
Nine, it is said that those long-term single girl, gradually lived into their most wanted to marry the appearance of the boys.
X. Listening to the sound of loneliness storming away, and suddenly realized that life is like a dream.
XI, can not reach the happiness, do not want to force. If you are going to lose, why bother to have it?
XII, daily walking in the Jiangnan Road, read the ancient poetry, read the sunrise and moonrise, there is always a faint melancholy. That idle sadness falls in the sound of water, such as smoke. Floating in the rain, like fog. The cloudy, seemingly, difficult to dispel.
13, you in my eyes, I am in your heart. I am in your blood, you in my bones. You are my flower fall fragrance breath, I am your spring mountain after the rain. I am the breeze on your shore, you are the bright moon on my pillow. You send me a tree of flowers, I give you a white cloud. I send you a Jiangnan, you give me a spring. You promise me an afterlife, I'll stay with you in this life. I am your Bai Zi Paintings, and you are my Hua Qian Bone.
Fourteen, it turns out that thinking about someone is how hard things, even breathing is almost suffocated
Fifteen, I'm so tired, I want to answer I will be with you, but I can not
Sixteen, there is no longer a person so that you see her smile, will be gently raise the corners of the lips, to see her frowning, want to be replaced by the body.
seventeen, each line of text, is a trail, no matter where you start from that place, can meet me. Because I am in every sentence, are planted with peach blossom, peach tree, have my life waiting. As long as you gently open, there will be colorful flowers rain, slowly floating down, sprinkled with your long hair, fall full of your long skirt, paved with your feet path, bring you into the depths of spring.
XVIII, there is always a person, a change of tone and you talk, you feel the world has collapsed.
nineteen, there are always good times and bad times. Don't be complacent in the smooth, and don't complain in adversity. Because smooth is not because of good luck, but because in the bad times have been accumulating resources. Every setback and adversity is actually giving you the energy to succeed. Be grateful for failure, how much failure, how much success.
Twenty, life written in gray hair care, but to face the reality of helplessness.
Twenty-one, and you want to go from freshness to a sense of belonging and security.
Twenty-two, they chose the direction and path, do not complain, a person only bear the storm, in order to ultimately keep the rainbow full of sky.
Twenty-three, there is no longer a person, let you see her smile, will raise the corners of the lips, to see her frown, want to body generation.
Twenty-four, love is a one-way bridge to happiness, its width can only accommodate two people, if you add another person, then there will be people fall into the water.
Twenty-five, I know, that bright spring, one day will be old. All the green, will fade color. All the blossoms, will eventually fade. But love your heart will not be old, poetry in the spring will not be old, where the peach blossom is colorful, spring is just right, you are also enchanting. Every sentence is filled with thoughts of you. Every word is filled with deep love for you. When the night is quiet, you gently hold up these words, those beautiful, such as the tide will drown you, that is my endless love and thoughts of you.
Twenty-six, I often worry or aggrieved for the relationship between us, far and near
Twenty-seven, because too much care, so it will hurt.