The rain is lingering, and I read beautiful words.

The rain is lingering, and I read beautiful words.

The intermittent autumn rain is wrapped in cotton, which makes people chilling bit by bit. Leaning against the window, silent, full of desolation. Leaves withered and flowers withered. The trees in the distant mountains have thin shadows and sail near the water. The west wind bursts, and the clouds are cold. Sitting in a lonely life, who tells her heart? Where do you suffer from dreaming and dancing? Scattered plain notes, twisted with ink, express their feelings through words.

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This holiday, autumn is getting deeper and deeper, its meaning is dim, and the rain is lingering. I miss it.

This rainy autumn seems to be somewhat indulgent. Is it talking? This continuous rain, mercilessly underground, is it missing? The world of mortals is three thousands of feet, and sorrow is as long as long. A little bit of rain, a little bit of sadness, moistened the heart and shaped it. The cold rain is falling, the acacia is continuous, and it is merged into a sparkling autumn water. It is silent, waiting for autumn to go and spring to come, waiting for green branches, waiting for spring water heating, a love that consumes everything, just waiting for you.

Nalan said that when love is strong, love becomes thin. I think when love is strong, love is stronger and deeper. The depth of love is nothing more than calm and undisturbed; The height of love is nothing more than wanting nothing. As soon as we met, we were worried for life. Fine print, because of you, full of thoughts. Rainy autumn, string together a poem for you.

Love is beautiful; Love is greater. Life is beautiful because of love, life is nourished by love, and I am as beautiful as a flower because of you. The beauty of life is often because there is still a watch of the soul and an initial persistence. Send a song to you, without company; Dream with you, regardless of the depth of fate. In this life, I come to you, and the ends of the earth are no longer far away. If you are safe, my heart is warm; If you are good, I have nothing to complain about.

Get up early and pull up the opening curtain, only to know that it is still raining; The wind is still dancing. It's been five days, and I still won't stop. Standing at the window, staring at the misty Chen Chong, let yourself freely meet the dawn. Let's go down, it's rare to play like this; Blow it, blow it, it's rare to hold it like this; Stay at home, stay at home, it is rare to be so moldy. It's good to stay inside and dream outside. It is intoxicating to lean against the window and look out, just as you can rejoice in the happiness of others.

On the balcony, flowers are in full bloom and the fragrance is overflowing, which fills the whole room. White as snow, dog tooth flowers are also in full bloom in lonely places. This golden week, there is no long-distance travel, and staying at home is also a rare comfort. Life does not lie in how gorgeous it is, nor in how dazzling it is, but in being able to endure dullness is the best enjoyment. Love doesn't need too much noise and sweet words, as long as it can stay with the heart in the desert of time, such as the quiet flowers and the gentle leaves, it is the best.

Your strangeness must be the cold lock of clear autumn, and my bincheng is still blooming with joy. I put a drop of love on Miss Su's petals to give you fragrance and love. I know that butterflies can't fly over the sea, and I can't fly over the river called love. You're over there, I'm here, and it's beautiful to watch from a distance and keep it from a distance. Plant love in every word and warm your feelings in every dream. If the dust does not change, the moon will not go. Love is like a flower, just half open. A bosom friend is like tea, half a lamp is warm.

Outside the window, the foot of the rain rustles, and there is a letter in the cool wind. Sitting in front of the screen, my thoughts are like the wind and my thoughts are flying. It seems that I have wings, crossed the clouds, crossed the sky, crossed the river of time, and reached the end of the world with you.

At this moment, let me hide in the dreamland like the tide of thoughts and become unified, whether it is rain or shine. Never love is like good wine, the more you drink, the more drunk you get; Origin and extinction, yearning like vines, wanton growth, endless spread.

How I want to go to your dam and walk with you on the secluded path of Shan Ye in the crisp autumn. Tired, I will sit down and snuggle up to you, watch the maple trees late and enjoy the autumn. I also want to go to that strange place with you, sit on the vast grass with you, see a touch of distant mountains, autumn water, a few meters of sunset light, listen to the autumn insects play their last swan song, bathe in the warm autumn sun, let happiness and happiness ripple in each other's hearts, and let the fleeting drawing board be painted with colorful autumn colors until the sunset yawns and disappears. ...

Life has its own infatuation, which has nothing to do with romance. There is no intimacy between flowers and the moon, no whispering of romantic affairs, only the hearts crossing Qian Shan are connected with each other and deeply attached day and night. Although many times, I will miss and look forward to it, and occasionally I will feel a little sad and confused, but it is also a kind of happy enjoyment.

Sometimes I think that life is long and it is really wonderful to meet all kinds of things. I have walked many roads, crossed many bridges, climbed many mountains and broken iron shoes, just for a fateful encounter, just for a fateful person. No matter how many people you have met and experienced before, it is only to pave the way for you to learn to cherish and cherish the person who had a previous life with you.

We seem to meet people and things every day, and have an indissoluble bond with all beings, and many encounters seem to be arranged in the book of life, only to be met unexpectedly by a look, a smile and an alarm. Perhaps, the most beautiful years have passed and the distance has been divorced from reality. It is even more impossible to use strong colors to interpret stories that are inclined to each other. This encounter between souls is enough to make you infatuated with your heart. You can't get out of the fetters of reality, you can't cross the secular high walls, and roadblocks pile up one after another. You have to learn to go into battle lightly, and you have to understate it. Therefore, you can only hide your love in your heart and seal it in the deepest part of the years. There are many helplessness and regrets in life, and probably the same is true. The first half of my life was spent in the fog because of shallowness, and I inadvertently came to the second half. When I came to my senses, I saw the big opening and suddenly looked back, only to find that there seemed to be too much haste on the road and too many "shouldn't" brewing. ...

I believe that all encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation. However, some reunions seem to come too late, as if old friends are coming, but they say, I hate not seeing each other before marriage. If we can change the appearance order of personnel, will there be no regrets in life? If there are no regrets in life, is there no such thing as the love of the whole city? Therefore, it seems that only by learning to accept the remaining regrets can we know how to cherish them better. However, what is treasure? Don't miss is cherish? Cherish it and you won't miss it? The fate of the world seems to have many uncertainties and variables.

I've always known that a harmonious love doesn't need how talented he is or how charming she is. As long as he is the best in her eyes, she is the most lovely in his heart, with a pair of mandarin ducks and butterflies, an interdependent heart and an interdependent soul, it will be the most beautiful couple. A friend said, I like Liang Zhu so much. Yes, I like the story of butterfly lovers very much. Although sad, it is enviable. I also like listening to all Liang Zhu's songs. Although sad, it is thrilling. I admire their congenial feelings and praise them for going through all the hardships for love, and both of them have become a butterfly that will never be separated. Although it is only a folk legend, it is enough to fascinate people with the magic of love and firmly believe in the power of love.

The autumn rain is long, lingering with sadness and thoughts. Lazy afternoon, make a pot of jasmine fragrant tea, keep lonely, listen to the rain knocking on the window, knocking on words to send love. After all, I realize that there are many people in this world who can have tea with you, but it is difficult to find someone who is integrated with your soul and dependent on your soul. ...