It rains a lot, I feel so sad

Whose eyes can touch whose eyebrows, whose smiles can resist whose tears, whose hearts can hold whose reincarnation, whose palm prints can be redeemed, whose sins still remember Xu Zhimo’s sad and beautiful poetry, it seemed that he gave me so much sorrow in front of the peach blossom branch at that time, and he asked you when he was worried under the small bridge and running water at that time. The spring breeze came slowly, and the haze and rain were swaying slanting. In such a world, I looked up at the sky blue with the window lattice alone, and it was slightly rainy and cold, the sun in the sky was rusted with gray clouds. Only for a moment, the rain beads were covered with blurred pupils, and the window flowers were covered with rain. At this moment, how could I accept this memory? How could I feel a lot of sorrow when it drizzle. Accompanied by the evening, I leaned over and looked at the curtain, which was leisurely, otherwise it would rise and fall. Qingming a cup of bitter tea, Jingya looked at the Sea of the building, the brilliance of the eyes deeply loved a lot. The hot air of bitter tea rubs against the rigid face. The water mist is slightly warm and slightly cold, which penetrates into every pore on the skin surface and stimulates and wrigs every tiny nerve, it is just like the expression that I suddenly changed at that moment when I went deep into the membrane between each body. The weather was so cold for a while, and it was hot and humid for a while, and the emotion seemed to be affected. It was so slim that it was like a doll hanging in front of the shop outside the house, swinging slightly lonely under the wind. It seems that I see all the static things so magical and sad. At such a moment, I have already fallen into helplessness and ushered in the attack of spring rain. I hope the rain is cold! Little drops of rain and dew emerged from the tip of the brow, and they simply sighed for the next second without any flaw. After all the footprints, looking back at the rough and narrow journey, when the fallen leaves withered and the spring buds blossomed, did you stop and feel sad and hesitated alone? Why does everyone sigh with emotion that time flies like a shuttle? Why does everyone have a feeling of illness? If you can’t bear any hardships, you will suddenly slip down the abyss. If the consciousness of life is weakened, how can the rainbow remain? How can we not be frightened by the white curtain and the shining blade at every time when sorrow and joy interweave? The Peach Blossom rains in spring, the original appearance in the dream, several wind and rain, the clouds are gone, where is the bright moon. On the night of three to five, the moon is half a wall, and there is a pot of wine between the flowers. A shadow of people under the bright moon, a world of Bamboo mountains and black soil, a special kind of self-drunkenness, a window corner of the heart decorated with boundless mood. The present happy and sad life forced me not to pursue the leisurely life Tao Yuanming belonged. With bright red blood, thick black hair and fan’s rationality, do I seem to moan without illness? Ann in Much Ado About Nothing Bale. It rains a lot, and I feel so sad. Tears wet the lapel, eighteen years of spring and autumn, eighteen years of bitter happiness, is enough to make people cry. Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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…