Window rain

The night is dim, with a little lonely stars. The breeze is refreshing, and the wind is refreshing and cool. Watching the boundless and ethereal night, among the thick and heavy dark clouds, there were some vague and mysterious but seemingly beautiful calls, is that the call from the most primitive wildness in the world? Sinan, which had already stopped, had no way to point forward. The night sky is still deep, and occasionally there are some lonely cold stars. The stars are so unreal, so slim, and so far away. Just like the eternal mirage, it is unreal and ethereal but leads to the yearning mystery and beauty. The silent few fireflies go away quietly with these few stars, just like the time slips through the fingertips quietly like running water, leaving a trace of coldness but no trace. Whose eyes are blurred by the hazy sky and light raindrops? Richard’s melody is still hovering around his ears, with a little emotional feeling in his heart, and there is still the residual fragrance of Mengrong in the air. However, I forgot the starting point and the ethereal end. The train still didn’t stop, and there were still no people getting on or off the train. They changed from being strange to familiar with each other, and then gradually blurred, unreal, faded away and forgot. Moths flaming fire may be its best destination; The meteor that dazzled through the night sky, even though it finally fell out, also dedicated its most beautiful moment to people’s hope; this is also the case when Hemingway pointed the cold gun at his head! Watch the time flies and the stars move. As is often said in classical physics, motion is absolute and eternal, and one-dimensional time will never retreat in this three-dimensional space. All changes are still not stagnant; The leisurely melody is beating with the wind, the heart is the same, the thoughts are the same, and the time is the same with a little damp clear music in the air. Unconsciously, the only remaining few stars had already been hidden in the dense clouds that were so heavy that they wanted to fall. A little bit of coolness fell down on my cheek, leaving a little cold. Is this the mark of time? The wet breeze swayed with the wind chimes and played the Qingling beat gently. The voice of the lark seemed to be pouring out a memorable story to people. Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada? There is no thunder, no dazzling electric light, no prosperity and noise in the world, only the Raindrops Pattering on the window glass with the wind and the traceless time slipping through the fingertips. There is rain outside the window, which is the figure of years passing away; There is rain outside the window, which is the holy water that wants to wash away the dust of the world; There is rain outside the window, which is the bell that reminds people to cherish this moment; There is rain outside, that is God’s baptism of our hearts. The raindrops outside the window are still falling with the wind, and the green tea in the glass is still warm, the melody around the ears is still melodious, and the raindrops outside the window are not stagnant. A little quiet, a little calmness, a little space and time for solitude, maybe that’s all I need at this time, because I believe that tomorrow after the rain, it will be a brand new world. With fresh and quiet air, warm and bright sunshine, and delicate and dazzling rainbow, today’s dust has been taken away by tonight’s rain, what was left was only the raindrops deep in my heart, the sour, salty and bitter aftertaste for my whole life, and the eternal and indelible memory.

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