Misty Rain Hangzhou

After celebrating the Lantern Festival at home, on February 10, I came to Hangzhou, a long-lost city. I am a very nostalgic person, getting used to everything in the past. The West Wensan Road was still so flowing and bustling. There was a cold current in the air, which was still as strong as before. It seemed that people and things in the city were always in a hurry, there is no time to calm down. On the day I came, there happened to be a little snowflake. I was very excited at that time. I thought I could witness the snow city of Hangzhou after the snow. I had heard that Hangzhou after the snow was very beautiful and emotional, isn’t the broken bridge Canxue famous overseas. However, the god is not beautiful enough. The snowflakes just float a few points, just like a passer-by in a hurry. For half a month, Hangzhou has always been rainy, which makes it difficult for people to adapt to it. The whole city is very humid, like a girl under the misty rain, adding a little mystery, let people have the impulse to explore secrets. I don’t know when I began to like rainy days. I like the fresh air after the rain, the fresh tree after the rain, the figure holding an umbrella in the rain, and the hurried steps. I am the only one to feel it on rainy days, there is a beauty missing around me, the familiar temperature and the unforgettable smile. Living alone in such a large city, a misty and rainy city that makes people have reverie, is it possible that the former partner was beaten away by the rain, along with the West Lake, like a hermit who is tired of urban life, driving the boat, no one knew where she was going, only the raindrops knew, and the trees along the road didn’t know when they started, so they used to house themselves. Without active cells, I am used to being alone, quietly listening to the sound of raindrops, or turning the microphone to the maximum, listening to songs, over and over again, listening too much, tears will always pour out from the corner of my eyes, it seems to be infected by the rain outside the window. The sound of rain was very familiar, like the sound I heard with Shu Juan before, like the scene when Shu Juan and I got wet in the rain, and more like the melody when we walked along Gongqing Street with umbrellas at night. I don’t know why I came to Hangzhou. Everyone knows that I am a sentimental person. How can I stop the beating of my thoughts in such a dusty big city, it was like a wild horse, running forward ceaselessly, with my belief, perhaps to the edge of the Yangtze River, at the foot of the Yellow Crane Tower, the sound of the train, the thick snack flavor of Hubu Lane; maybe they ran to other worlds, where there was a couple, relying on Poyang Lake, watching white cranes flying freely, and the white velvet sheep on the bank many people yearned for Hangzhou, the paradise world on Earth, people living in Hangzhou all have a sense of pride. Indeed, Hangzhou’s reputation is not unique. Hangzhou has many rich people, beautiful women and beautiful scenery, which has always attracted many people’s hearts. As a literature lover, I live in such a misty and rainy Hangzhou. It is indeed a pity that I cannot appreciate her appearance. Hangzhou West Lake is attached to people in the world. Many people come to Hangzhou just for this West Lake. It is a pleasant thing to have a look at her appearance. I used to have the same mood, but now I, like a wounded snail, have no strength to go to that chaotic resort, more like an affectionate Mandarin duck, it only evokes my deep memories, a kind of heart-broken and unforgettable memory. Now I just want to be a tree and stand there forever, because there is my belief of growing up. I like rainy days, just like the rainy and misty weather in Hangzhou. Although people are in a hurry every day, the frequency in my heart is still as rhythmic as the rain outside the window, A little bit of. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…