All I could hear was the familiar voice, and nothing else. It's just that his eyes are sinking and he doesn't know anything. However, under this sinking eye, I knew that I was saved, really saved. Because, she came out.

It was because of her appearance that I knew that I was saved. Originally, I thought I was dead, completely dead. Fortunately, this time it was still completely complete, and it really didn't make me completely dead!

In a daze, I didn't know how long I had been asleep. Or rather, how long I should have been in a coma. And this time the coma, I know better than anyone else, it is almost a fatal coma. After all, I've never been like this in a long time.

It's just three arrows, and it's these three arrows that almost hollow out all of my spiritual power. It can be said that at the moment when I fell unconscious, I could clearly feel that the spiritual power in my body was only a little bit.

And that little bit of spiritual power, I'm afraid it's even a little bit of golden light divine spell...... Not to mention the Golden Light Divine Mantra, I'm afraid that even the simplest nine-character true recipe can't be used.

And yet because of this, I had a dream, a rare dream......

Lin, it was she who made me love rainy days, even rainy days.

The foggy sky, supporting the faintly visible silver threads, countless silver beads dripped in the small pool in the courtyard, splashing small flowers, Chu Qian affectionately called them rain flowers. Yuhua, touching the kind name in my heart; The rain flower touches the metaphor of the image in my heart; The rain flower touches the beautiful picture scroll in my heart.

Whenever it rains in the sky, I feel that the whole city is covered with a veil of fog, and the feeling of mist is like a dream, like a dream.

Lying on the windowsill, quietly watching the rain. On the streets, umbrellas of different colors are held up one after another, like flowers blooming in the rain, and it is like a dreamy fairy tale world in the rain. In the courtyard downstairs, there was the immature voice of children playing in the rain, looking at the innocent smiling faces, it was already through time and space, back to that innocent era.

The light rain is still falling from the sky over the city, and I love the city at this time, and I love the nature at this time. It was dripping, and that special, quiet feeling gently knocked on the door in the depths of my soul again and again.

The sound of rain is still so beautiful, like a heavenly sound. It quietly tugged at the heartstrings, and the fluttering of the heartstrings made this song incomparable. The rain was still falling, dripping, foggy, everything seemed the same, but it was a little different.

Ah, I see, the difference is that the edge of the skyline is already a little colorful, it turns out that the rainbow is about to come out!

"Do you believe that rain is alive, they have souls!" I've forgotten who told me that.

In the past, I thought this was ridiculous and ridiculous. By chance, I understood this sentence, and I completely understood that the purity, innocence and innocence contained in them are so strong, like a cup of strong coffee!

Leaning against the windowsill, sitting there, staring at them in the sky. From time to time, they would jump up to my window to accompany me and whisper to me. Yes, the rain is alive, the rain has a soul, at this moment I finally understood, because when they are coming, I have a sense, they not only have life, not only have a soul, they are more affectionate, and there is a deep love between them!

Tonight, the sound of ticking, like a gentle drumbeat, once again lingers in my ears and beats my heart again.

I know, they're here again!

"You're here, You've finally carried you here!" I've been looking forward to it for too long, "You know what? How much I miss you! ”

"Miss us so much, let's dance for you!" Their whispers lingered in my ears for a long time.

The little ones, neatly dressed in silver, shining brightly in the night, like fireflies dancing on a summer night, and like little shooting stars with naughty eggs, crossing the sky like hip-hop, dragging their long crystal tails, but leaving nothing.

The hourglass of time slipped away quietly from the fingertips, was it that the little ones were tired of jumping and playing, and inadvertently, they slipped away quietly. It's just that when he left, the little guy only took half of himself away, leaving the other half to inject into my heart. At that moment, the heart was so sweet. No wonder Chu Qian said that they are sweet!

The little ones, the little ones, and the sweet little ones, gave me the warm and soft feeling in my heart at this time, and also opened the prelude to the crystal white dream of the rain......

Looking back, gazing at the late autumn of October.

Autumn is clear and pure, but also gorgeous, and it is also full of warmth and beauty buried in the bones of the years. And the late autumn of October is further injected with its unique splendor and splendor.

Autumn in October is really special and special. She is not only shy in early autumn, but also mature in late autumn. Often, inadvertently, it has gone from early autumn to late autumn.

I love autumn, whether it is the shyness of early autumn or the maturity of late autumn, she is deeply attracted to me and makes me unforgettable.

She, in the autumn of October, seems to be a simple and gentle woman, but she has become a goddess wrapped in heavy makeup without moving.

Still staring back at the autumn of October, yes she is gone, she has passed, she has left. Whether you're doing well with her or not, we don't really need to care too much. If we have a good time, then we will continue to have this wonderful life, and if we have a good time, then it will be a rare experience.

Looking at the sky, the sky in late autumn is still so high. It's just that this high sky is getting colder and colder, but the colder and colder sky can't resist the fiery heart.

I don't know when, the rain fell from the sky, as if it was the six-stringed piano, and the tinkling was so beautiful.

The long years are still deducing and changing; The long river of fate still has to interpret its incomparably wonderful; The alternation of years, the only thing that remains unchanged is only that part of it.

The autumn of October has passed, and the autumn of November has arrived. In these last two months, let's continue to play the six-stringed instrument, be kind to ourselves and others, and be kind to that time.

Okay?

Come back, go on, you're ready for it.

Use your best mood to live your own life and make it more captivating and immortal.

......

Dreams are always dreams.

Dreams always have an end.

dreams, there will be times when you "wake up".....