A spring rain and a love.

in the early morning, when I looked through the window, I felt a little cold and came face to face, and the light rain was falling and falling. "Sneak into the night with the wind, and moisten things silently." Last night, in the vast darkness, the rain seemed to have never stopped. The ancients said, "I want to get wet with clothes." What I said was the spring rain. Picture description

Spring rain moistens things, hearts and towns, which brings people different feelings. It is not only a continuous yearning, but also a faint sadness, and it is also a bit of concern, which is more likely to be full of sadness. Today's rain, like a small jasper, falls on the windowsill with a wisp of cool breeze and leisurely Xu Lai, and then splashes out of the window from the windowsill, drifting away in the smoke, coming and going in a hurry, which makes it quiet and elegant. Picture description

Sitting alone by the window, enjoying the rain and listening to it. It is a rare comfort and coziness, and it is a kind of relaxation to steal half a day's leisure. Inadvertently, I watched pedestrians walk by with umbrellas in pairs in the rain, but my thoughts drifted away and approached with the rain outside the window. Gradually, it seemed to blend with the rain and the scene, forgetting all the troubles and troubles in life, becoming relaxed and completely delivering my body and mind to this rare beauty.

rain does have a kind of beauty. Lonely beauty, bleak beauty or quiet beauty? It's hard to tell. In fact, it's not just the rainy day that I fall in love with, but the moment when the raindrops fall. Memories, happiness, sadness, and some unspeakable stories, happy or unhappy, all flow into the rain. Picture description

I like a sentence from Zhang Ailing very much; Life is too long, we are afraid of loneliness, life is too short, we are afraid of being too late. I hope that in the future, I will spend my time lightly and slowly. Read the spring breeze, read the summer rain, read the autumn leaves, read the winter snow, read the time of the four seasons, and the distant distance. Picture description

This spring rain, sometimes dense and sometimes sparse, is as beautiful, so blurred and so sad as it was many years ago. The past is like smoke, and the story of the past has already disappeared in the corner of the world of mortals. That person, that thing and that feeling occasionally reappear in familiar scenes, but it makes talents frown but go to their hearts, leaving behind the sigh and incomparable melancholy of "Peach Blossom still smiles in the spring breeze".