In the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling. I like the faint sadness of a rainy day, only such an atmosphere can completely relax on my mood, like a waking face on a radiator, the dry and hard body is a little soft, a little soft, and the various desires that are usually hidden are fermented little by little. The ethereal gaze pierces through any obstacle in front of you, being knocked into thousands of particles of light, and seeing everything you want to see.

In my heart, there is a rainy season that does not seem to subside with age. Let it go down, in my sentimental life.

Someone said, "Listening to the sound of rain and enjoying your unique mood is a feeling of happiness."

It's raining again, I remember, when it rained last year, I asked you, is it okay to write an article for you? You laugh, smile and say, okay, I really hope to see yourself in Yan Yan's article. And then, no, there was no later, only the past and the present.

Rain, the most common, is the tears of the sky, the expression of the sky to release the mood.

Rain has an aura, different time and space always change different faces, and sometimes you have to play the doppelganger technique, so that different places can enjoy its rain and dew at the same time. It doesn't matter whether others like it or not, it always comes when you want to come, and you can leave when you want to, this is the rain.

On a rainy night, all the tangled thoughts in her heart. Yes, who knows.

Many years later, on an autumn day with white clouds hanging in the blue sky, in the afternoon when the sun sets and loves the red leaves, when I re-open your page, I will still feel the damp imprints.

The most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but the eaves that accompany you to hide.

On rainy days, I flipped through old books, old letters, and diaries on the rocking chair, and the past gradually filled my heart with the sound of rain. How much fun? How much pain is there? It will become a proof of your existence and experience. How successful was it? What about failure? Life does not change the repertoire of joys and sorrows according to your will. Going with the flow is eternal happiness.

When autumn no longer comes, flowers bloom all year round, I can vaguely see it, drunk eyes and tears, red and fragrant.

Waiting for the rain is the fate of the umbrella's life

The rainy air, the tired sadness, the fairy tale in my memory has slowly melted

The rain was tear-jerking. Does the departure of the rain also mean that we should be over!

To love someone is not to have him, as long as you silently watch him from afar, you will be satisfied.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

When autumn no longer comes, flowers bloom all year round, I can vaguely see it, drunk eyes and tears, red and fragrant.

Waiting for the rain is the fate of the umbrella's life

I have given everything that should be given, and I am willing to give it, except for letting you know that my heart is like a knife.

The red dust is thousands of feet, and it is dying. Put the wine to the moon, dance alone.

A lonely person always remembers everyone who has appeared in his life with his heart, so I always remember you counting my loneliness over and over again on every starfall night

The rainy air, the tired sadness, the fairy tale in my memory has slowly melted

Whenever I look at the sky, I don't like to talk anymore; Whenever I speak, I don't dare to look at the sky.

Will the love engraved on the back of the chair be like a flower on the cement, blooming into a windless, lonely forest

Those things that we once thought we would never forget are forgotten by us in the process of remembering.

You're the prince in a fairy tale I made up, and I'm just a passing guest in your life.

If you laugh once, I can be happy for days; But when you cry once, I'm sad for years.

Nirvana has been a thousand years, and the seven worlds have been reincarnated.

I'd rather laugh and cry than cry and say I regret it.

Let a person into his own heart, unconsciously.

If God wants to destroy a person, he must first make him crazy, but why hasn't God destroyed me after I have been crazy for so long?

Heaven and earth, Xiaoxiao and rain. Manzhu is red all over, and the flowing water forgets the river.

I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the ditch.

It is not difficult to set off instantaneous fireworks, but the difficult thing is to freeze the brilliant eternity of this moment in the night sky; It is not difficult to muster up a moment of courage, but it is difficult to maintain this immortal fighting spirit for a lifetime; It's not hard to get a moment of pleasure, but it's hard to have the last laugh.

One thing, no matter how beautiful it is, once there is no result, don't dwell on it anymore, you will be tired and tired after a long time; Even if a person keeps a memory, if you can't catch it, you have to let go in time, you will be sad and heartbroken after a long time. Sometimes, giving up is also another kind of persistence, you miss the gorgeous summer flowers, and you will definitely walk into the quiet beauty of autumn leaves. Anything, anyone, will become a thing of the past, don't get along with it, no matter how difficult it is, we must learn to withdraw.

The gently swaying catkins resemble your long flowing hair; The shining stars are like your bright eyes; A touch of red on the horizon is like your gentle lips; The drizzle is like a daughter's endless thoughts about your mother.

People run in the same time, missing the spring when the peach blossoms send away the snowflakes and the spring breeze awakens the field frogs, the summer when the waves crack and the happy flowers and lotus cover unfold the green glow, the autumn when the rice and the trees stained with golden dew send a letter to seal the dead leaves, and the winter when the mountain slopes are covered with snow and the water surface is filled with silver ice. People should pace in such a season and such a scenery, so that one by one the footprints are marked with the rhyme of jade, and the notes of gold and silver. This is our world.

The appearance is simpler, and the connotation is richer; The simpler the needs, the richer the soul; The simpler the words, the richer the communication; If selfishness is simpler, friendship will be richer; If your emotions are simpler, your life will be richer; The efficiency is simpler, and the results are richer; The environment is simpler, and the space is richer; The simpler the love, the richer the happiness.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling. I like the faint sadness of a rainy day, only such an atmosphere can completely relax on my mood, like a waking face on a radiator, the dry and hard body is a little soft, a little soft, and the various desires that are usually hidden are fermented little by little. The ethereal gaze pierces through any obstacle in front of you, being knocked into thousands of particles of light, and seeing everything you want to see.

In my heart, there is a rainy season that does not seem to subside with age. Let it go down, in my sentimental life.

Someone said, "Listening to the sound of rain and enjoying your unique mood is a feeling of happiness."

It's raining again, I remember, when it rained last year, I asked you, is it okay to write an article for you? You laugh, smile and say, okay, I really hope to see yourself in Yan Yan's article. And then, no, there was no later, only the past and the present.

Rain, the most common, is the tears of the sky, the expression of the sky to release the mood.

Rain has an aura, different time and space always change different faces, and sometimes you have to play the doppelganger technique, so that different places can enjoy its rain and dew at the same time. It doesn't matter whether others like it or not, it always comes when you want to come, and you can leave when you want to, this is the rain.

On a rainy night, all the tangled thoughts in her heart. Yes, who knows.

Many years later, on an autumn day with white clouds hanging in the blue sky, in the afternoon when the sun sets and loves the red leaves, when I re-open your page, I will still feel the damp imprints.

The most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but the eaves that accompany you to hide.

On rainy days, I flipped through old books, old letters, and diaries on the rocking chair, and the past gradually filled my heart with the sound of rain. How much fun? How much pain is there? It will become a proof of your existence and experience. How successful was it? What about failure? Life does not change the repertoire of joys and sorrows according to your will. Going with the flow is eternal happiness.

When autumn no longer comes, flowers bloom all year round, I can vaguely see it, drunk eyes and tears, red and fragrant.

Waiting for the rain is the fate of the umbrella's life

The rainy air, the tired sadness, the fairy tale in my memory has slowly melted

The rain was tear-jerking. Does the departure of the rain also mean that we should be over!

To love someone is not to have him, as long as you silently watch him from afar, you will be satisfied.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

When autumn no longer comes, flowers bloom all year round, I can vaguely see it, drunk eyes and tears, red and fragrant.

Waiting for the rain is the fate of the umbrella's life

I have given everything that should be given, and I am willing to give it, except for letting you know that my heart is like a knife.

The red dust is thousands of feet, and it is dying. Put the wine to the moon, dance alone.

A lonely person always remembers everyone who has appeared in his life with his heart, so I always remember you counting my loneliness over and over again on every starfall night

The rainy air, the tired sadness, the fairy tale in my memory has slowly melted

Whenever I look at the sky, I don't like to talk anymore; Whenever I speak, I don't dare to look at the sky.

Will the love engraved on the back of the chair be like a flower on the cement, blooming into a windless, lonely forest

Those things that we once thought we would never forget are forgotten by us in the process of remembering.

You're the prince in a fairy tale I made up, and I'm just a passing guest in your life.

If you laugh once, I can be happy for days; But when you cry once, I'm sad for years.

Nirvana has been a thousand years, and the seven worlds have been reincarnated.

I'd rather laugh and cry than cry and say I regret it.

Let a person into his own heart, unconsciously.

If God wants to destroy a person, he must first make him crazy, but why hasn't God destroyed me after I have been crazy for so long?

Heaven and earth, Xiaoxiao and rain. Manzhu is red all over, and the flowing water forgets the river.

I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the ditch.

It is not difficult to set off instantaneous fireworks, but the difficult thing is to freeze the brilliant eternity of this moment in the night sky; It is not difficult to muster up a moment of courage, but it is difficult to maintain this immortal fighting spirit for a lifetime; It's not hard to get a moment of pleasure, but it's hard to have the last laugh.

One thing, no matter how beautiful it is, once there is no result, don't dwell on it anymore, you will be tired and tired after a long time; Even if a person keeps a memory, if you can't catch it, you have to let go in time, you will be sad and heartbroken after a long time. Sometimes, giving up is also another kind of persistence, you miss the gorgeous summer flowers, and you will definitely walk into the quiet beauty of autumn leaves. Anything, anyone, will become a thing of the past, don't get along with it, no matter how difficult it is, we must learn to withdraw.