The flying spin of love Silk

For several months, there was no rain falling. Many places in Yunnan were experiencing the test of drought. Finally, on February 29th, the last day of February, it was also a unique day for four years, the sky began to be gloomy. At night, before it was almost dark, it began to rain. I, who have always been sensitive to rain, often have some melancholy and loneliness in my heart that others cannot understand, but this long-lost Rain gives me a different kind of touch and surprise, I couldn’t help feeling my inner joy, so I immediately said in the space: it’s raining, really good. A fellow-townsman who worked outside immediately replied: “It means it’s raining on the Nujiang River. God bless you. Grace. Finally Rain. Love is flying with the rain, and a woman named Xinyu comes into her mind. I guess she should have beautiful hair, or she is a happy woman, because I knew nothing about her except a few warm messages in my space or a few intimate sister Ju Meng. However, happy, I and she had a little bit of connection, because they loved words, and they still had to play together happily. Considering the experience and experience of feihuan are not very deep, the considerate happiness designed the topic of emotion flying. For people with different moods, this topic can be interpreted into different charm, it can also arbitrarily render the joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows of the fireworks world. However, I hope that everything in my works can have a happy atmosphere, just like we met on the Internet undefensively, everything should be happy and warm. Recently, I have almost no words. When I think of the past few days, I have nothing to do, so I just sort out my own words at will. The neat length and feelings of witnessing the years with different emotions filled with folders one after another. I didn’t expect that I could accumulate so many running accounts in my several years of online career. Although each article is a period of mood and a simple heart language, but after all, it made me pay a lot of emotions and efforts. When I looked back, there were also many dissatisfied words, and sometimes there were a little bit of shallow sorrow and light sorrow, but after all, they have truly witnessed what I have seen and felt in the long years. They have completely integrated with me. Although I always hope others can find warmth in my words, I know that I have never been a lilac-like lovable woman, but I have lilac-like melancholy and entanglement. It seemed that the words flying in the wind were also stained with rain and an unknown feeling. If they were twisted between fingers, they would soak all the pages of the book and evoke long memories. At such a moment, I want to use some fantasies to figure out whether the woman called feixuan is the same as her? There are countless complex in my heart. Will I be more sensitive in rainy days? Does she also like to let herself alone in the lonely hut, standing alone, listening to some light music, let the ceiling be covered with the breath of missing and loneliness quietly, let the smell of coffee pervade, let some emotions fly freely and grow wildly, just like the wild grass growing in spring, prosperous and flourishing. The sky full of rain was dark and gloomy. Therefore, it gave people a kind of ghostly desolation. Although I had longed for this rain for a long time, I hoped she would be like nectar Dew sent by an Angel, moistens the dry land I grew up, but there are still some lonely and lonely shadows spreading around me. In the dim light, the figure of the beautiful woman in my imagination was hidden in the light and shadow. I saw her faint smile, slight sadness, the sadness and coolness of rain, and a poetic charm. It seemed to feel that her words were tied to the flexible tip of the pen. At the moment when her hand began to write, the tenderness would pour a piece of paper and open her frown, then she fell asleep peacefully with a quiet and indifferent heart. I hope she is like this. This is the writing realm I desire, and the romance and beauty I like, it is also true and warm that I like. Because I am not familiar with it, and because I don’t understand it, I am worried that this kind of writing is not satisfactory. Therefore, I put it first without any reason. I like the unrestrained imagination, I also like to use familiar scenes as images, which will be easy to write. However, although the title of this text is not difficult to understand, I can only believe in my mind and let my thoughts fly. Maybe my loneliness comes from the feeling of loving rain in my girlhood. I remember that walking in the rain was my favorite no matter when I was in middle school or in college. What was strange was that although I had some shallow depression and sorrow at that time, but I can always meet friends who have the same feeling as myself, and there are also some friends who have similar tastes and are inseparable at any time. We go to class and finish classes together every day. For several years, we have been living in the same dormitory. We have endless words in our hearts, and we can’t hide some secrets in our hearts. We will share big things together. So, when I was a student, although I felt lonely occasionally, I still feel passionate and full of desire for a better life in the future when I recall it now. Unlike now, my heart is still like water, it is hard to have a surprise to stir ripples in your heart. Looking back on my diary of my girlhood, the words are also very immature and simple. Only the feeling of rain is very unique. How much loneliness and loneliness do those feelings flying in the rain have, no one knows, no one knows, only when I recall it, I can still feel that the rain is still yesterday, as if the smell of loneliness is still there. However, the rain tonight was very unusual. It unexpectedly lost a little sadness, which moved and surprised my heart for a moment. I haven’t felt this feeling for a long time, is it the woman called Xinyu who gave me different inspiration and experience in the distant place? Or is the artistic conception of spring coming and blooming constantly reminding me that I should start a new life with a bright mood? The rain came unexpectedly, just like some feelings of spring coming uninvited. For me, a woman who grew up in spring, naturally there will be some complex that others cannot know. As the saying goes: give someone a rose and leave a lingering fragrance. Anyway, I will write a piece of text related to the heart rain flying in a clear mood, and give a good blessing to flying in a clear mood. I believe that as a woman, some feelings will be clear to each other, and some friendship will also be precipitated with these beautiful words. Finally, let me send her a poem, hoping that she will live happily, beautifully and happily all the time. This is a beautiful spring when all the beautiful flowers bloom gracefully, when the little rain gently passes across the sky, the sadness in my heart will certainly be dissolved by the flying melody. When the spring breeze blows, the rain and emotion spread over the Nujiang Grand Canyon and turn into a warm memory flying in my heart, turn around and let all the lonely souls harvest the most real warmth in the world 2012.02.29 Heart Rain

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