Drizzle words acacia

Text/Memories of sinking

The clouds are green to rain, and the water is indifferent to smoke. Sitting alone in the shack listening to the wind and rain, the rustling rain is elegant, such as bead curtains string, slipping from the window. Distant mountains such as Dai, dim nothingness, looming, fairyland in general. This beautiful rain, moist the earth, let all things full of vitality, but also remind me of those beautiful love and infinite acacia.

Who cried for whom, who shed tears for whom. Heaven and earth are moving, how many vigorous love is buried in the drizzle season. That bloom season, who is still sad for whom. The birds are in the branches, the flowers are in the bushes, and the melodious music is still reverberating. Everything is fine as before. Parting season, midnight platform tears, reluctant to part, holding hands can not stop the roar of the train. Goodbye once and for all. That night, I waited quietly in my dormitory, thinking, picking up scattered feelings. The guitar on the bed is playing and singing, I don't know when, I don't know where, I think it will be about winter. That a story, quietly closed the curtain.

Go back to the old place, look for the shadow of the past. Spring flowers are still, summer red is still, the pool of beautiful bananas is still. The shadow of youth is more beautiful, and the continuous drizzle washes away all the footprints. The oath I engraved on the propaganda bar is still there, and the love waiting between the lines does not know where to fall. Man in the water side, acacia endless.

Songjiang water rolling, water waves ripple, the scenery of the island in the heart of the lake is still, only to see the beauty of the past hand in hand, I like the horizon of the wild goose shape only shadow single. The scent of flowers is still there, the sound of birds is still there, all that deeply stung my heart. Eyes blurred by tears, distant mountains dim vision. The bell of the temple on the top of the mountain still carries a fresh blessing, and those worshipers chant their long-cherished wishes in the bell. Who doesn't want to be with the person who loves you for a lifetime, who doesn't want to wait for a promise for a lifetime.

Several planes thundered over the ancient city, I do not know where it is going, the sky is high and clear, the sky is thousands of miles, which is the return period, which is the post, and how many sad goodbyes it brings.

Full of spring, not to appreciate. A cloud rose from the teardrops that fell before my eyes, floating in the clouds. It took my acacia to find the past, the sun's hot melt that piece of condensed mind, my thoughts into the air into the universe, that once love disappears.

Aftertaste of the past, gradually forgotten many good memories. The letterhead that has been collected for many years and the yellow diary of the bed are covered with dust, the irritability of life diluted everything, and the loss is more than the most precious love.

Everything is like emotion, everything is like memory. The pursuit of work has a dream beyond love, and you want more when you get it, but you don't know what you have until you lose it. People are in rivers and lakes, they can't help it. The world is cold and the heart is treacherous. There is a gap between what you really pay and what you get in return, and the hypocrisy and snobbery of officialdom disappear faster than the love that goes with the flow. The ancients said that articles through the ages, career glory. I thought it was just the complaints of those who were born at the wrong time and those who were not met with talent, but it is often the case in real life, people around them, things around them, everything around them, people are filled with emotion.

Late at night, sitting alone in an empty room, facing the sky in a daze, the drizzle outside the window is still continuous, reminding people of more people who can want to love, remembering more beautiful moments in life. Dream wake up, the window is already mountain flowers in full bloom, the horizon is also clouds. Looking at the sky rows of flying geese, send a missing, to the dream of missing people.

Give up the lost past, grasp the happiness of the present, and pursue a better tomorrow. No matter the drizzle, no matter the flowers. Know how to put down, the heart is calm.