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…