Roof rain hyacinth
In this noisy world, I would like sitting in a roof, accompanied by broken rain, watching a prosthetic purple hyacinth, blowing the cheeks, the wind and fell ... ...
◎ roof
Child, remember that home country is always in the rainy season comes, shrouded in a misty rain that among the misty. Fan Qing carving was accompanied by time, the roof, a willow-like strands of rain falling float, as if wandering scattered horizon.
Years after high school, read "Three Realms roof" of this article, the author's pen in a small roof as if suddenly filled with human touch. The years of childhood, listening to the dripping eaves tiles broken rain pound the sound; Youth Dream, in the Indus Yela under the eaves, like the broken leaves fly like wandering, loneliness and loss; Qing Meng accompanied the sunset phase With old age, calmly looking at the courtyard under the eaves deep and flowers fall for.
I left home boss back in one's life away from home. People in the horizon, like a roof, tie him in the heart of the rope. Think of home roof, the eaves tile Fan Qing thought it would recall of that familiar face, shaking the heart of the figure. Turned around, Love was in wandering exile, leaving behind only those days of passionate reflection of differences or fickle.
Perhaps the fall of blown away the summer heat, winter snow ups and the autumn leaves, edge angle of the roof off the edges and corners Fruitful, sailed the seven seas, and you still went far away. Journal of Dalian Yan warble a day, when I look back, only to stay back I walk alone.
Yiyi heart, love long, Youth do not know sorrow, youth, like the sun, old age wandering alone, but not a permanent one.
Roof, is about the search, on the journey.
◎ rain
I like to moisten things silently in the spring rain.
Rain, is full of emotion. "Parasol trees, Midnight Rain. Do not love is suffering from road. A leaf, I heard the sound of dripping out empty stage." Man on a parting Parting mind immediately. Of course, some "small building night listening to rain, Shen Xiang Ming Heng Fa Chuen sell" the quiet and elegant.
In from the rain, it felt that human misery, years of silence.
When the slightest Ruxu the rain, like a naughty child, beating the midnight silence of the casement, who does not sincerely like it? As if the rain drops that years of living in the memory, evoking feelings try to cover up the heart of the rain. Against the rain, as if the past is to talk out of the aging heart, and then negative on Melancholy.
I think the rain is the heart of the nonsense, is the beating heart of the sound.
Rain makes nostalgic, but the rain has scattered memories dim receding figure. All in the misty rain, the dust will fade, fade in joy and sorrow. From scratch, everything must look ahead. Both the withered autumn leaves, dead trees to the south to the Swift, a broken heart.
Listening to the rain, forget the dilemma, bearish joys and sorrows, is this not a state!
Rain, on the state of mind, about life.
◎ hyacinth
Hyacinth has always been my favorite flower. Particularly those representing the romantic lavender hyacinth.
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