Ink stains your fingertips, falling flowers everywhere, and a lonely rain turns into a wisp of melancholy and falls in the wind. What does this mean?

"Ink stains your fingertips, flowers fall all over the ground, and a solitary rain turns into a wisp of melancholy and falls in the wind" means: waving your hand, plain notes gradually dye Mo Yun, but you can't draw all kinds of sadness, and flowers fall all over the ground, which makes people sad. At this time it began to rain lightly, and I looked up. This feeling of loneliness seems to be integrated into the rain, hovering back and forth with the wind, floating around.

These words come from an essay "Sorrow with ink on your fingertips and falling flowers all over the floor". The author is unknown. The full text is as follows:

Ink stained fingertips, falling flowers all over the floor.

The night is already deep, listening to the sound of wind and rain, lightning and thunder, and countless fallen flowers. Is the sky crying or the fallen flowers sighing? Whose desolation and whose embarrassment are revealed in Mo's works? The beauty in memory has changed. Whose little sadness was shed in the misty rain in August? Is it a helpless farewell or a sad commemoration? Ink stained fingertips, falling flowers everywhere, a lonely rain, turned into a wisp of melancholy, drifting with the wind.

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Autumn, for me, is a particularly sad season. Everything is facing withering one after another. A storm, falling flowers all over the floor, fingertips stained with ink and sadness, tangled in the heart of the pain spread in the body bit by bit. Tonight, I can't hide any more. Under the night, a weak woman can't continue to be strong, and the vicissitudes and painful past events are staged in front of her eyes. It's bleak.

The rainy night sky looks more lonely because I miss you, and my thoughts can't help wandering in sadness. If I hadn't met you, would I be so lonely? Would I be so sad if I hadn't met you? I close my eyes and meditate, but your figure and face are still in my mind. How happy I used to be, now I'm embarrassed, I can't let go of people, and time goes by.

It's a little cold at night. When the wind blows, the fallen flowers are scattered all over the floor, and the broken petals splash down all over the floor. I seem to hear the sound of heartbreak, and my eyes are blurred in an instant. The rain tonight is so bleak that it disturbs the loneliness in my heart. The years that have passed in a hurry have taken away the most beautiful season, leaving a piece of ink, paper and fragrance, leaving only the loneliness of season after season.

I always thought that the people who accompanied me agreed not to leave, and the people who loved me agreed not to forget. Who ever thought that everything would really become a thing of the past, never say goodbye, without a word of treasure. It is just a simple turn, but it becomes eternal without thinking, so it is scattered all over the world and gradually disappears, leaving permanent regret and pain. Unexpectedly, this is all ours.

If I know this is the end, if I know this is the last time we meet, I think I must try my best to seize the time with you and not let it slip away easily. Even without words, I should hold you for a long time, feel your warmth all the time, and hold your hand tightly until the last second, but I didn't. Until the end, I didn't hug you, just waved like a friend, and didn't stay because of us.

If I think too much, time can go back and the scene can reappear, so I can gently hold your hand instead of being so bitter now. It is said that the most reluctant page in life is the deepest hidden page. However, the confidant who has been waiting for many years is only heavy and desolate. I can't help but sigh that life has such a sad taste, and my sobbing heart doesn't know how to appease it. In the silent time, I can't smell you at all.

Nowadays, only by letting words dance at your fingertips, a person, a lamp, a favorite song, integrating words and music, and recording every moment we have passed, it is enough to meet in this life. It is a miracle to have you in this life. What can I expect and expect? I can only express our love in the quiet night, guard the most beautiful meeting, and let those unforgettable love be in the music.

For whom do flowers bloom, and for whom does rain hurt? The rain outside the window kept falling, and my eyes were full of loss and sadness. At this moment, I can only feel the feeling of rain at night that no one can. On a lonely night, I only hear the sound of raindrops falling back. You know, since you left, my world has been still, only missing, falling down again and again in the rain.

Tonight, a bleak rain, with stories, ups and downs, bleak night rain, wet my heart. I miss you, but I can't see you again because we can't be together. This time, facing your city, I gently asked: How are you? Is the weather good? You are far away, do you hear? You know, it is raining in my city.

In those years when you were away, my dream was really broken. With you gone, all the days have become so difficult, but my world is no longer calm and my memory is too deep. I am not who I used to be. The persistent waiting in those years left only those clear and shallow tears on my cheeks, and my sadness was beyond complaint. Those feelings are slowly flowing in my heart, so close to happiness, but so far away, I can't escape from the world that loves you.

Time has diluted everything, but I still miss you. Once the pain of missing is staged, tears cannot be separated from my eyes. The messy pain of autumn rain continues to extend in the corridor of memories. I have been reluctant to admit that it is really a tragedy between us. Just like this bleak autumn, the deep and shallow wind blows off the fallen flowers, leaving only sadness.

The night is lonely, a piece of white paper is spread out silently, and the words are fleeting. Who touched the deepest sadness in silence? Is autumn rain a helpless farewell or a sad commemoration? Miss gradually spread at the fingertips, and ink stained the fingertips and hurt the ground.