Acacia on the left, happiness on the right

Did it cause rain in May this year? it has just fallen a few times, and now another patter of rain is drifting. Walk in the misty rain with an oil-paper umbrella and let your thoughts go with the wind.

Dear, do you remember that we met in such a misty rain? Times have changed, but the teenager who once held an umbrella for me is no longer in front of me. Do you know that whenever it rains, I miss you deeply. However, you have already become a dream of mine, out of reach.

Now you are far away in a foreign country. Countless nights, there will be messages from the other end of the network that you are worried about. You said you would miss me when it rained. However, hearing such a confession, I no longer feel the slightest happiness, because such words should no longer belong to me. After all, you are just a passer-by in my life, and you became a legend before I could get close.

Perhaps, everyone's heart has a tattoo, can not be erased, can not be washed off. When love comes, you don't know how to cherish it, and you are full of pride. When love goes, you will miss you as a disease and bleed into death. Little by little memories, dancing in the wind, do not know the time through the window of the season. Life, for whom to forget, for whom to store. Misty rain, looking at your direction, the corners of the mouth tried to lift slightly, but laughed out of the cold rain sadness. Can you hide helplessness deeply by pretending to be strong? Can deliberate camouflage prevent the past years from gushing out of the eyes? Miss you, in such a rainy day I do not have to pretend, any tears flow wantonly with Rain Water.

The long world of mortals, who is, who failed whose Acacia; who is, who is old waiting. The years are like the wind, blowing down the vicissitudes of life. A trace of thoughts, blooming wantonly in the rain, continuous drizzle, like the most affectionate Miao language in the world of mortals, speak carefully on my behalf. If the wind is the direction of my memories, I would like to float with the wind, only because of my deep thoughts in the wind; if the rain is my endless thoughts, I would like to linger with the rain and flow into your heart.

Looking at a confused fog rising in the distance, my heart fell in torrents. Rain, wet my thin clothes, wet my cold mood. Let the drizzle float, but the solitude of my heart cannot be exhausted. The cold rain hurts my heart and wakes up my dream. Ask you there is no time to return, since then, you are I can no longer touch the eyes; far away, you are I can not cross the swimming crossing.

A misty rain, rushed to the previous life unfinished agreement. After thousands of sails, I dabbled in Sansheng in the vast world before I arrived at the corner of the collection. I remember someone said: the landscape always grows in the heart, wading through the river of time, you can find the place where there is a dream. In fact, all the roads in the world are similar, this bank and the other shore is only separated by a wisp of not too long rain line. The other shore, you miss deeply, earnestly look forward to, waiting for reunion, eager to see; on this shore, I can write the desolate waiting into beauty, sadness and loneliness into the Spring and Autumn period.

Looking back on the past, life, there are always some secrets hidden in the heart; there are always some stories cherished in the dream. A love, a word, a turn around, a lifetime; a person, a city, a wisp of thoughts, a lifetime of heartache.

After all, the years are too young to read the deep feelings written in the wind and rain, and they will not understand the eagerness to wait in the misty rain and the red world. Misty rain, miss a person, miss a love, Acacia on the left, dust fate like a dream; happiness in the right, everything with the wind …...

Author: Bingyu