Le 20 juillet 2015, 10:43 dans Humeurs • 0
The world is so dim and misty, dreamlike. The mountains, such as Dai, heavy haze brume, such as a piece of splash ink landscape painting, that noisy bazaar in the rain coax Chung and scattered, running pedestrian avoidance, the lake boats stopped, and slowly near the bank. Promenade of the Lake Pavilion floor in the rain become like the clusters of red flowers, green lotus, rain fell on the lake, stick up a circle a circle of ripples, the outward diffusion of the water ring, occasionally one or two Koi, poked his head out from the water ring, think rain moisture dull, they want to float to the surface to breathe a rain in the pleasant aromatic.
However, these are not the most beautiful, the most beautiful is that a thick from far and near the happy heart. Every time it rains, they begin to wait, and wait for the beautiful to come here. Look, she's coming! Dressed in a printed with blue and white case at the end of the white dress, beautiful black hair black hair hangs the waist, to draw a plum with snow apricot yellow paper umbrella, a pair of Jiaorong micro hatred of beauty Juan cheek. Girl, what makes you so much resentment.
You quiet a person, walk on the bridge of the green stone slab, gently step toward here. Long eyelashes below, a pair of bright black eyes, glowing crystal tears, cherry red lips slightly hard, brow knit the brows, the corners of the mouth slightly anger, call a person good heart to cherish. Graceful posture swaying in the wind and rain, from far and near, and quietly disappear in the cycle from the near to the distant, long alley. Raindrops dada fall on the umbrella, fall down, but unconsciously fell to the the charming cheeks, it suffused with crystal pearl Yan Rong, I do not know the rain or tears. Don't know who is so pity, let you so sad.
Since then, open the window to see the rain, they want to see you. But you never now the rain showers in the world, you would like to walk from the picture, then quietly. Leave home for many years, still can not forget, like the weather, like to open the window to see the rain, I do not know is because I see you, like to see the rain, or like to see the rain, to see you. This feeling faint now, suddenly nearly suddenly far, faint as tea, but thick Ruyi, the ethereal, that wonderful, let a person feel touch my heart, if the poem, if the painting, dream, if the shadow.
And in the morning it began to rain, I opened the window to see the rain, and I think of you.