Love your autumn prose

I love you outside the autumn window, it's drizzling. "Diu diu diu! Whoa whoa whoa! " Birds and cocks are intertwined, and everything that seems to be meticulous and harmonious is soaked with sadness in my heart, and I always feel uncomfortable. Write another one for you.

You like autumn, just like now, it's drizzling outside the window, the rice fields are lush, cars occasionally gallop by on the expressway, and the leisure is to the extreme. Always for fate, never demanding, and you are the other one. I once gave up my unforgettable first love, fell madly in love and met you. I thought I could look down on all the glitz in the world, but I didn't know some fate, and I could remember it for a lifetime at a glance. When I am in my heart, I don't know if it is right or wrong. I just feel like I've been through Qian Shan. In this life, you have become the only prison I can't get out of.

I asked myself again and again, why can't I get out? I couldn't get out of this deep quagmire, and I once wanted to put on a bulletproof vest and wrap myself in a thick package, but I was still black and blue. At this time, I looked at my scarred self, struggling to get rid of this imprisonment, and I was still in a clear sky. Finally, I found myself just in the same place, not moving at all. It's all in vain, which makes me so sad and helpless.

Meet in autumn, under a crisp autumn sky, and meet you instantly. Originally, this meeting was a beautiful mistake in your words. I still remember a trace of ponder in your tone, imagining your figure hiding behind the screen. How could I have foreseen that this was a disaster that I could not escape in my life? As the days go by, it seems that we meet and know each other without warning, or maybe it is a natural thing. Into each other, into each other's lives. Slowly, slowly hide you between my lines. Your smile, your sadness, and the moment you meditated touched my heart. If possible, I really want to read your joy all my life. The moment I saw you in Zhan Yan, it was a great relief for me, as if even in winter, flowers were in full bloom and springs were tinkling.

Run into autumn and fall in love with you like autumn. Some people say, "like a song, listen quietly;" Like a person, look from a distance. "Why can't I reach that level? Is it? I was born to be who I am today. A favorite song, I listened to it quietly for several times and learned it. Is there any reason not to sing? K songs are the best proof, but I will sing all the songs that come into my heart. Who knows, people can't? More than once, a friend warned: "Everyone has his own space, his own life, just like it, just indifferent! "Why, I just won't listen? You can sing the song in your heart, but you can't love it all, and you can't get it all.

Then, another autumn, I lost you again. Perhaps, you will say, "I have never gone far." But why, I stretched out my hand and touched it, except that the air was cold. Like is to get along lightly, love is to cherish deeply, because love hurts. I will never forget the day you left, how I spent it, and the pain in my heart will never be forgotten in my life. I can't help but believe that depression for love, martyrdom for love or escaping into an empty net for love are all real things. Sorrow is greater than the death of the heart. What's the point of living when the heart is dead? I can't predict my future. I said, how can my sky become night forever? Dead sky, dark night and unattainable distance are the biggest problems I am facing now.

Struggle, disappointment, despair I'm moving forward. I know: autumn is coming and winter is just around the corner. I don't know how I got through this winter and what I took to resist the biting cold. I don't know. I can't know. I had to grit my teeth and move forward step by step. Even if the road ahead is dark and snowy, I can only move on.

After winter, spring will come.

Autumn loves you and autumn loses you. When the spring blossoms next year, as you said, you haven't gone far. Then, I will be ready to start again, and I will always find you again along the way.

Second, I don't remember it for a long, long time in the wind and rain. The sun has been very hot, as if the sky wants to wander in summer and recall the past. It's finally raining. First, a gust of wind blew gently. Then, one drop, two drops, ... "Bang!" It began to rain. Everyone is happy, including me who is always reluctant to go out while hiding in the house.

Rain, it keeps raining. What can I do on a boring rainy day? So sing a song according to your usual habit? Record, record, send. Cooking and eating, picking up the mobile phone to watch the dynamics, an amazing news was born, so I fell to the ground like a drop of rain in the sky.

It hurts! First of all, this is the first feeling. Then my heart is like this autumn rain, falling continuously. How long have I felt this way?

Not long ago yesterday? Ten ... thirty? Still far away in Guangzhou? It still feels the same rain, rain, rain, rain! My eyes are blurred and I can't see clearly. Memories floated back, and I felt like I was back in the past. Rain or rain. What's the difference between me with an umbrella and someone without one? I stumbled and labored, and the wind blew my umbrella far away. Rain poured down my long hair, and my clothes were soaked and stuck to me, just like a lonely swallow that lost its direction, flapping its wings and struggling to fly. But I still bite my teeth and walk forward. I walked alone in the rain. I want to find a tree to lean against, but I know trees are unreliable. Will there be lightning? I'll go. Keep walking. ...

This is the real storm I experienced when I was ten years old.

Move your memory away.

It was really windy and rainy that day. Is it so cold in winter in Guangzhou? I dragged my suitcase and took my favorite umbrella. How can this poor umbrella keep out the rain in my heart for me? I vaguely felt behind him, like a stupefied chicken standing under the platform, tears streaming down her face. I dare not look back for fear of seeing those poor and confused eyes. The familiar 16 bus will come soon, so I quickly jumped on it. Through the glass window, he still stood there, standing there all the time. Car, let's go! Drive faster. One stop sign after another, passing by in a trance. It hurts to give up in my heart. "Driver, get off!" The car stopped. I stood in the wind and rain again, in a strange place, only the noise of cars, the sound of voices and the sound of wind and rain in my ears. My coat is wet and my hair is dripping. I can't tell whether it is tears or rain. The return 16 came again, waved and jumped up ... the familiar platform and people were gone. I can't get it back. I'll never get it back. The wind blows like a knife. Why doesn't it stop raining? ..... In this way, on an ordinary morning in Guangzhou, I took the 16 bus several times.

In the wind and rain ...

I have never forgotten that experience in the rain. But now that I am hiding at home, how can I feel the rain? Even worse! I can't get rid of this feeling. It's getting dark and it's still raining. It feels like walking into the rain is a dream! Didn't you fall asleep? It's like dreaming. Rain, you shower! Will I be completely submerged in this endless abyss? Is that the wandering figure you? How can I reach out and hug you hard, or take a nap in your arms? However, the unattainable distance flooded me again. God? At this time, it was a little brighter and the rain was a little less. Oh! It's not evening yet. The floating sky is only for the darker days, stronger winds and heavier rain in the future! I want to get rid of all this. I have to fight back. Forget everything about you! Drive you out of my memory, and then wonder if it will stop raining. Delete delete! I deleted everything about you, out of erosion. My sky stays for a short time, just like the sky floating outside.

The sky is panting, growling, growling and pulling its hair. The heavy rain, pouring down again, destroyed my will, along with all my bare skin. Under the continuous beating of the rain, I feel that I have fallen. Out of sight, my eyes are dark and my world has entered the night. I began to struggle again, trying to get back the old me. Struggle, stand up trembling, the night is so long and dark! I can't go out. The muddy ground is full of rapids and traps. I can't go out. I'm afraid of the dark. I have been afraid of the dark since I was a child. I hold myself tight, I want to shout loudly: rain, don't rain, come out and bask in the sun! However, the sound was drowned out by the wind and rain, and I struggled on the ground like an ant. Why am I afraid of the wind and rain when it rains after a long time?

Just because I have no strength to fight back! Overwhelming love conquered me. Without the support of love, what is the use of timely rain to the earth? What's the use of giving it to me Everyone walks into the storm of love. If they are not strong enough, they will be scarred forever. I can't afford to lose Without you, I lost the whole world. In love, nobody is right or wrong. I just want you to accompany me through the storms of this world, even if I don't see you in my life. If I don't love, I won't hurt. Without you, I can't walk out of the long night. My life has always been in the rain.