Spring rain ticking

Hickory Dickory Dock, tonal tonal flat. Spring rain lightly twirled on the silent night with clear and definite rhythm. I listened carefully under the window with devout and clean ears. Listening to the patter of rain is like listening to the Book of Songs, listening to the sounds of nature, listening to a long-lost wind and rain old friend crying and complaining to me in spring night. I think of a dawn with spring rain when I was young. Through the window full of raindrops on the train, I watched the trees and fields drifting away in the dark while thinking about my mind. At this time, a song was played in the carriage: I stepped on the constant pace to cooperate with your arrival. Please follow me when I was in a hurry and hesitated. With dreamy expectations, I can’t control my feelings. Please follow me when you don’t pay attention. Don’t say that is the world you can’t predict. Your eyes have told me that when the spring rain is floating on the tip of your endless hair, wearing your crystal bead chain, please come with me. At that time, my heart moved, crystal beads! What a beautiful metaphor, what a beautiful rain bead. Imagine that the man I loved suddenly stood in front of me, whose hair was full of rain beads. He stretched out his hand to me slowly with a smile and said, “Please follow me. I will hold his hand without hesitation, leave with him, take me to the end of the world, to the Cape, to an unpredictable world …… a spring rain blocked the road, blocking the mood, it gives birth to some stories. These stories are tortuous and tortuous, difficult to continue, and difficult to disperse, ups and downs, winding paths, mixed sorrow and happiness, entangled people. The story of the world, how is a love word? Love is lingering and sentimental; It is hard to do whatever you want; I feel anxious and heartbroken; I feel painful to tear the liver and split the lung; But I find him in the middle of the water, the reed is pale and White Dew is frost, the road is curved and long; there is no time for you to return. The ends of the sea and the end of the world are poor, Green and Yellow Springs, leaving only this endless period of hatred. The story is on stage and the tragedy is ending. It has been like this for thousands of years. Everlasting never changes and there is no place to complain. Tick-Tock, I can’t remember how many such rainy nights can’t fall asleep. I like “listening to rain” written by Jiang Jie from Song Dynasty: when young people listen to rain songs, the red candles faint on the upstairs. When listening to the rain in the prime of life, the river is wide and the clouds are low. The broken geese are called the West Wind. Now when listening to the rain, the temples are already stars. Joys and sorrows are always Ruthless. Before the first order, dribs and drabs to the dawn. I think this gentleman heard the rain and heard the state. From youth to middle age and then to old age, it spans time and space, and summarizes one’s whole life with the feeling of listening to rain in three age groups. Young Romance, wandering in prime of life, lonely and cold in old age, profound and unique perception of life, that is, sorrow, joy, separation and reunion are always ruthless! Really detached and calm, totally enlightened. And I, a woman, a woman who is about to grow old, no longer hear those flying dusk rolls and clouds cuixuan in the spring rain, and no longer have beautiful raindrops and wind and smoke boats in my eyes. The passion and pride of life have gradually faded. Facing the hardship of life and the uncertainty of life, I am calm and light-weight in my heart. Tick-Tock, sorrow and joy are always heartless, and the saying is heartless but affectionate. Stop it, just say it!

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