Lonely Night Rain

The world is in your hands, who are you in? The world is in your dream, who are you in? In the midnight of cold rain, are you used to recall or forget? Are you too thick or thinner, order tomorrow’s feast or give farewell to yesterday? Jian Zhen and rain. The pattering rain beat every lonely heart from time to time in the hazy night. I like the rainy night very much, and the unique silence of such a rainy night. Noise and bustle belong to the rain, but not to the night, not to me. In a foreign land, I was alone in such a big room. Romain Rolland once said: life is a long-lasting battle. There is no difference between success and failure. There is no victory or failure. There is no happiness. Lonely people start to look for a suitable room from birth, then stay in it, so life will eventually be only a person’s world, and only a lonely person can write a lonely loneliness. In fact, the struggle of one person is also very wonderful. There is no need to worry about or worry about everything. You can go all out and start again. Tired, tired, might as well stop and listen attentively to the dribs and drabs outside the window. The floating rain is like a sad and beautiful song, singing the lonely night. In this sad song, we often regret and regret everything abandoned and lost. We don’t want to recall those dusty past events, but those past events always wander in our life; We don’t want to touch those years in our memory, and those years always wander in our life. How many frustrated people, in such a quiet rainy night, keep a persistent and unforgettable miss, sad alone; How many depressed people, in such a deep scene, endless lamenting for the distress of life the poet Jiang Jie of Song Dynasty listened to the rain from his youth to his prime of life to his old age, heard from the guest boat on the song tower and heard from the monk cottage until the dawn before the first rank; wang Yucheng listened to the rain on the bamboo building and heard the unique rhyme of rain hitting roof tiles and big bamboo; Mr. Yu Guangzhong listened to the cold rain well, hearing Taiwan from Hong Kong and mainland from the United States, he heard the endless homesickness in his heart and listened to “the cold river and the snow” over and over again. The sorrowful and sorrowful flute and the rain went deep into my bone marrow from my ears and circled in my tired heart. In a flash, my heart became completely pure. The most beautiful enjoyment in the world is to lie on the bed and listen to the rain quietly at such a late night, let the time pass away and let the thoughts fly. All the complexity in the world disappeared at this moment, and all the disasters and pains in life had significance here. I also think of those who are wandering in the distance. Are you also waiting for such a rainy night and those who miss in the rainy night? Are you also feeling those dusty past? Those unforgettable waving hands may not come again in this life, and those reunion days may not come again in this life, while you and I are still waiting hard? On the midnight of cold rain, where did our call spread? On rainy days, I will help each other and walk in the rain, listening to the rain crying sadly in the cold wind 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…

365 day

Throbbing, hope, dream, wish, gently ringing the New Year bell! Time is wasted, but my heart is as quiet as fresh water as always. Inadvertently, when people reach middle age, they are deep and shallow, suffering from gain and loss. When looking back, they have already gone to the end of the song, fluttering in the dust, and have become pieces of passing clouds-fragrant and bitter memories, curling totem, spreading! The mood is quiet, soft as down, light dancing around. Some people, some things, some feelings, once were so painful that they cried and were so happy that they were intoxicated. In the swaying of time, they were far and near, or they were gradually far away, or they were like clouds and clouds, quietly seamless — cold stars shining outside the window. Occasionally, the sound of the car flashed. Indoors, the lights are warm, the music is flowing leisurely and delicately. I was a little lonely and tired. I didn’t want to talk or socialize, so I drank tea quietly, read books absent-minded and listened to songs with my head shaking! It was all because the light bulb flashed suddenly, so I remembered that you were afraid that you hadn’t had a rest, because the rain suddenly fell so big ——— missing, the memory was like a song, and also like a mottled old wall, there is also the sunset in the evening, which is short and fleeting! One flower, one world, one leaf, one spring and autumn. Flowers bloom and fade, which is still the natural law in the world. Who can do anything? The scenery passing by is full of wind, flowers, snow and moon, but who knows how to cherish or treasure it? For me, happiness is quite simple. Words are my only bosom friend in this life! No matter happy or sad, only she can sincerely listen to my melancholy. When I am bored, I play with flowers and plants, basins, bottles and bottles with songs. I have a special liking! I like to stand alone quietly in the rain and cry heartily. After that, I will take a bath and grooming, and my face will still be full of spring breeze and smile like flowers! Pretend, continue to disguise! Life is just like that, wind, rain, tears and hatred —– I also like traveling alone, carefree and elated; I like the innocent smile on children’s lips; I like the calm and elegant one with violet flowers! Like Gentle enough, flower colorful. I like the lingering wind and the sentimental rain! I like the bone of reality and I like the abundance of dreams more! Like —— like the world of a person, there is a flying sky that only belongs to oneself, very beautiful! Luxurious! On the pure land belonging to your own soul, you can sing and cry, and let the vicissitudes of time weave into colorful garland with graceful poems to decorate the future journey of heaven. In the past 365 days, I devoutly picked up a fragrant memory, sealed up a touch of exquisite friendship, pulled a curtain of romantic dreams, chanting the wind and moon, no one can guess the flowery thoughts! No one can understand! A true feeling, a romance, a touch. Like poems and dreams, like songs and rhymes! 365 days, 365 Stories, maybe colorful, maybe ups and downs —– maybe boring, maybe helpless, maybe helpless —— maybe happy and painful —- day after day, so entangled, pursuing and sighing with emotion ——- let nature take its course and fall into the silent four seasons. Only in a flash can we complete the touching story of 365 days. What welcomes US will be another spring season! Wait patiently. Spring is the most beautiful fairy tale book in 365 days, decorated with the most romantic legend of life! ——– 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…