The wind of April, the rain of Qingming, lingering and sorrowful, mournful and murmuring. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe sky is shrouded in fog, the green mountains are covered with smoke, and the rivers are confused. The scenery borrows the wind, the wind borrows the rain, it can't be untied, it keeps cutting, telling its thoughts, and sighing like a murmur.

Suddenly, the sun poured down from the sky, shining all over the ground, and the long-term rain made people happy for no reason. However, after a moment of joy, the sun dimmed, and large drops of rain began to fall again. The sky was lit up by lightning, followed by thunder, as if the nearby mountains were about to be split by lightning, and the muffled thunder also blew holes in the sky.

Is it still a safe day?

It is unfounded to worry about the stability of the sky, but it is just that some people and some things are thought of by the sky.

Some give you warmth, some give you indifference, some make you happy, some make you depressed. Some things give people hope, some things make people despair, some things give people confidence, and some things give people loss. Intertwined, up and down, over and over again, and constantly circulating.

The space of the human heart is so small, whether it is overflowing with sorrow or crowded eyes, it will hang on the face, or hang down in the heart, heavy and heavy.

The twilight is getting deeper and deeper, the sky is gradually darkened, and the vigorous rain is raging, and it is impossible to see through the road as far as the eye can see. Only rows of street lamps are left to illuminate the raindrops that have not had time to fall to the ground, like the flowers swaying by the graceful flower fairy in the spring, and like the rainbow that I saw at the door of my house as a child, gorgeous and colorful, dizzying.

On the green park path, a graceful figure strolls leisurely and elegantly in the rain. It seems that the catharsis is enough, and the originally huge raindrops slowly turn into thin rain, and at this time, the rain silk flying in the sky is as light as goose feathers and as thin as tidbits, slowly fluttering in the sky. The woman didn't have an umbrella, let the rain kiss every trace of exposed skin on her body, and walked forward in the drizzle.

At the end of the path, a man with an umbrella was standing quietly under the street lamp, the man was wearing a pure black suit, straight as a knife, medium in size, but tall and slender, very eye-catching, but backlit, I couldn't see what my face looked like.

It seems that he saw the figure of a woman, and the man walked quickly towards the woman with an umbrella.

"I'm late, and I'm stuck in traffic on the road," the woman muttered the reason and smiled apologetically, as she did every time she came late.

"It's late, it's so urgent, I don't know how to bring an umbrella, it's easy to catch a cold when I get wet." The man took out a tissue and wiped the rain from her forehead and hair, whispering a little reproachfully.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter, I'll do it myself." The woman was impatient, took the tissue and wiped it casually.

The man was not angry, but just watched the woman's movements gently, as if he was guarding, as if he was playing, with a warm smile on his face.

After the woman wiped it and threw it away, the man walked forward with his right hand around her shoulder, and the umbrella in his left hand was tilted to the right as much as possible.

"What's wrong? Are you in such a hurry to see me today, do you miss me? The man turned his head to look at the woman next to him, his gentle eyes mixed with deep guilt and pity. I'm sorry, I'm a little busy during this time, and I've snubbed you. ”

"Mu Xuan, I have something to tell you."

"Huh?"

The woman's indifferent tone made the man's face tense, and he subtly sensed a hint of bad premonition.

Breaking free of the man's arm, the woman stood outside the umbrella and looked up at the man.

"Let's break up."

It's an illusion, I was happily watching a movie together a few days ago, eating a bucket of popcorn together.

The man shook his head, his eyebrows twisted slightly, trying to shake off the fatigue of several days and stay awake.

"Let's break up." The voice without the slightest emotion sounded again.

It's not an illusion, looking at her slightly white lips after the rain, this lip that had said "I love you" to him thousands of times in the past, no longer has the freshness and attractiveness of the past, and the coldness on his face made him feel like falling into an ice cellar.

The night suddenly became so thick that it could not be dissolved, but the woman exhaled as if she was about to be amnestied, and the white mist was densely vented from between her lips and teeth.

Despite his efforts to control his emotions, the man's face was still uncertain, and he couldn't say anything after brewing for a long time, so he slowly leaned forward and looked at the woman closely, with mixed feelings.

"Why?"

"You have nothing but love now, love without nothing is very empty, I'm cowardly and realistic, forgive me for not being able to hold on, so let's break up!" There was relief and determination in the woman's tone, some relief and some hysteria.

The rain has been dripping, like weeping and complaining, like a lament song kept singing.

The cold face, the cold rain, the cold language, the cold heart, and the cold scene deeply stung the man's eyes, and his heart suddenly froze with pain at this moment, and suddenly felt the colic feeling of the heart like a knife.

Thirteen years of long-distance running love, on a certain day, a certain year, a certain month, died in the drizzle under the night.

"I let go of my dignity, let go of my personality, and let go of my stubbornness, all because I couldn't let go of you, but I didn't expect that it would be like this in the end, okay, I know." The man stretched out his hand to hold the woman, but finally stopped his hand in the air, and when the three words "know" fell, the man was already unwavering, handed the umbrella in his hand to the woman, and he turned away with an indifferent face.

Life is like a dance party, and the person who taught you the first steps may not be able to accompany you to the end.

Just walked quietly in the flying drizzle, letting the cold rain lap his face, soaking his thin clothes, through the misty world, as if returning to the same long drizzle day when he first met.

Time is a circle with no beginning and no end, and the four seasons alternate endlessly on this ring, the snow hills in winter, the green spaces in spring, the riverside in summer, and the countryside in autumn. This park, once left the footprints of him and her strolling everywhere, echoing the words that the two would never finish, but under this rainy sky, his brows were frowned, and his head was nodded, I don't know whether it was a prophetic death or the end of a farce of life.

Sadness can flow backwards, but can time go back to the past?

The August morning was a pleasantly cool, not cold, because it was too early for the sun to jump out, so the sky at this time seemed brighter and clearer. In addition to the faint morning mist on the river, the distant mountains, fields, and emerald green things are spotless as if they have been washed with water, and they seem so real, so clean, and so quiet.

The weeping willows by the river in the park are longer and thicker than in spring, and the leaves are no longer tender yellow but dark green or dark green, and the lush and drooping branches and leaves will cover the cracked and mottled bark, and the willow trees in midsummer are like an ancient ink painting, becoming a beautiful scenery.

There was a young man standing under the weeping willows, he glanced casually at the path in the distance, and after not noticing, he withdrew his gaze, the clouds were light and the wind was as calm as water, and there was no longer that ardent expectation, because it was too spicy, because it was too floating. Maybe you are used to it, maybe you are not used to it, from beginning to end, every time he comes before her, he waits for her, and she naturally lets him wait for her.

Love is not passion, nor nostalgia, but years, after years and years, and finally become a part of life.

Maybe you and I will eventually become strangers passing by in the crowd.

Looking at the unwavering river, he made up his mind.

The girl was late, and she was greeted by the boy's usual warm smile.

"It's so early, when did you come back? Don't take me to Shanghai to play, I'm angry, I don't want to pay attention to you, hum! The girl wrinkled her little nose coquettishly, and her little mouth pursed as if she had hung an oil bottle.

"Huh!" The young man smiled, without explanation, with a calm face.

"By the way, didn't you say you wanted to go to the same university as me? Did you receive the notice? The girl sensed a strange feeling, and the clever stopped settling the accounts, and jumped up to the young man's side, grabbed his hand and asked.

Slowly pulling out his arms, his white and slender palm caressed the girl's head, and his deep black eyes looked at each other carefully, until the last glance, the young man turned away without hesitation, only an indifferent word came from the corner of his mouth with a smile, and it was sent with the wind.

"I'm sorry, Qingzhi, forgive me for not being able to go down with you, I'm leaving, so...... Let's break up! ”

"Where are you going?" The girl asked hysterically.

"Korean ......"

Once upon a time, in order to keep a relationship, he waited in the slanting wind and drizzle, but now, in the same place, he was cruelly separated again, and the emotions and amorous memories that no longer stayed together, throwing away the sourness and desolation, because the mood that had been turned into ashes had already been swept away by the rain, leaving no trace of quietness.

Life floats like dust in the wind.

The encounter is as accidental as dust colliding in the wind.

Falling in love is just a little sad tear between the two dusts.

Separation, just because all the love and effort have been dried by the years.

If the result is already doomed, why bother to suffer again, goodbye, Lin Qingzhi!

If two red threads are destined to be unable to intertwine into knots, cutting them off at the beginning of the entanglement is the best blessing for each other.

In the long years of life, few people can clearly and rationally know what they want, and what they once longed for and longed for, in retrospect, they were wrong again and again. And some of them look ordinary in their hands, but they don't know that they are the most precious things in their lives. What we can easily discard is precisely what we are indispensable in our lives.

Some people, once missed, are nowhere to be found, and some love, once lost, is no more.

And to understand such a simple truth, it is at the cost of losing some people and losing some love.

If you don't look back, why don't you forget, since you don't have a chance, why do you need to take an oath.