The rain I met that night is a memory in the poet's world. Rain drops gently on your hair and my hair, remembering your shy smile and awakening the secrets hidden in my heart. This is the rain that I met that night. Let's enjoy the beautiful words together!

The rain that night was 1. It rained all day and the temperature plummeted, but it also dispelled the heat of the previous two days. The air is fresh and slightly earthy. Last night's heavy rain, leaves and branches can be seen everywhere, tangled with spring mud under the already green flower trees and grass.

At dusk, drive slowly and look at the gloomy sky and the looming street view in the rain and fog. When the wiper hits the intermittent gear, fine raindrops drop on the windshield, slowly blurred and suddenly clear. From time to time, vehicles gallop by, and the depression is even more waterline. They are in such a hurry that they should be running for happiness.

The rainy season can always lead to the flood of ideas, and those who have been dormant in the depths of memory, thinking that they have long forgotten, reappear inadvertently. ...

Some old friends are waiting for me in the bar. They are coming out of the drinking party. When I passed the bar, I seemed to hear a shout, and I swept several groups of sofas in the front hall blankly, and I didn't care. Looking at the endless rain outside, I was just about to ask my hostess to call a taxi for me. Suddenly, someone patted my right shoulder, and my left hand subconsciously turned back and began to be gentle. Looking back, I saw a bright smile and snow-white arm holding my arm and smiling. "I still didn't lie to you." I was in a trance and forgot my words. She was angry: drunk silly! I gently took back my hand and forced out the sentence "hello". I punched discontentedly, and my little fist landed gently on me, but it made me stumble. Panic, help me stand still. A few surprised eyes came, and I waved my hand with great momentum and said nothing. She was still worried and insisted on seeing me off. I looked inquiringly behind her, but I rushed to answer, "A bunch of old guys, who's in there?"

Drag me to her car and let me drive? I said I haven't learned it yet. She giggled. "I dare not let you have a meeting if I drink like this!" " "Help me adjust the passenger seat. I said the address of the bar, hesitated and asked if I wanted to sit down. They are all old friends. She thought about it, but it still didn't work, and she didn't have a good impression. I didn't persuade her until she was as stubborn as before.

It's raining hard again. She drove slowly, the air conditioning of the air conditioner was refreshing, and the familiar faint fragrance filled the carriage. We didn't talk anymore, and the CD played music that we were all familiar with. We inadvertently looked at each other and smiled at each other, and all the distances seemed to be instantly relieved. The long-lost smile is so soft and comfortable, as if it were the first time I met you. The same rainy night, the same perfume, the same soft music, the same warm and tacit understanding. From acquaintance to acquaintance, from lovesickness to familiarity, there are differences because of familiarity. Those beautiful, fragrant and painful memories of death stirred up a complicated and turbid whirlpool. I couldn't break free, and I didn't want to break free, so I fell until I lost my memory. ...

I woke up at noon the next day, dizzy and collapsed in a single apartment, and I was too lazy to pay attention to some slight pain somewhere. I just feel that something is stagnant in my heart and I can't breathe well. Neon flashing pictures, crazy dance floor, wine glasses, red lips, swinging, restless and laughing wildly, but staying out of it, turning into an eye full of sadness.

Dude, make a phone call and ask how it is. This glass of wine last night. I said I had seen her. I suddenly remembered something, hung up the phone and looked through the phone records. Sure enough, there was a strange number, 1 o in the morning, and the call time was less than two minutes. Call back, but turned off.

Call again the next night, it is already in the far south. We chatted happily for over an hour. Mainly because she told some messy and interesting stories and chose the topic carefully. But then I made that suggestion, hoping to go to the south with her to run my ancestral business. My poor self-esteem gradually made my language mean and sharp. She cried that I was as weak as before! Describe a marriage that unfortunately ended prematurely. Speaking of which, I came back several times before, and I didn't deliberately look for me. I just wanted to see if there was still fate.

I dare not be trapped any more. At that time, I left without saying goodbye, determined and bold, and wanted her to have a better home. In the next few years, we all greeted major festivals by telephone. She remarried and I got married and had children. I haven't heard from her since she went abroad. Is this what she wants? Don't say. ...

Meeting brings a little sweetness to missing, but then bitter loneliness can only turn time into running water and comfort slowly.

There are too many possibilities in life, and too many regrets are irreparable. I am approaching the age of knowing my destiny, and I am no longer curious about this world. When you know that you are doomed to lose it, the only thing you can do is not to forget it.

The rain I met that night 2 Tonight, it rained for the first time in summer. The heavy rain woke me up from a shallow dream. Put on your clothes, stand by and lean against the window, watching the rain beating wildly on the buttonwood. Ye trembled and groaned under the beating of rain. Ye, does it hurt too?

My heart suddenly hurts!

I couldn't sleep that night either. I turned on the computer, and a word "rainy night" appeared in the space. "It's raining outside the window, pouring rain. Open the curtains and watch the rain pour down the glass window, outlining countless beautiful twists and turns. In my eyes, the whole city was dark, only street lamps were scattered, and occasionally a few cars passed by, making some noises to break the silence at the moment. Perhaps this lonely city is waiting for a voice to wake up the passion of sleeping, just as everyone is waiting for a voice to wake up their long-lost heart. " The beginning of the text attracted me deeply and I couldn't help opening the full text. After reading your words silently, my heart trembled slightly, which was a heartfelt * * * sound. I rarely leave comments in the netizen space, like me, like me, and leave a handshake expression. Soon, you smile and shake hands.

"It's ringing, isn't it?" This word appeared in my computer, and you sent it in a dialog box.

"I know you will like this article," you said.

"How do you know? We haven't talked about it, we don't know each other. " I'll call you back.

"I have read your words and have been reading them." "I can't forget the photo you sent, the sad eyes of that girl." You answered quickly.

"Really?" I paused. "It's late, goodbye." I closed the dialog box.

The next day, a message "Come and have a look in my space" popped up on the Internet. Open your space, I can't help being a little silly. In your space, there are a lot of my words and pictures you said I sent. That photo has been made into various styles by you, but it still retains those helpless, vacant and sad eyes. You made that photo into an album, and the description of the album is like this: your helpless, vacant and sad eyes linger in my mind for a long time. When I met your eyes, I suffered a life disaster, a deep fall, and a painful life!

All along, I have been living quietly in my own world, recording my shallow feelings with my own shallow words. Happy or sad, dancing between the lines! Find your own simple happiness in words.

People say that people who like words are generally lonely. When he doesn't meet someone who can read his loneliness, his soul is lonely. I have always believed that in the crowded crowd, there will be spiritual traction, so that I can find the person who is my soul mate. Could it be you?

You said that when you met me, your soul would have a home! And I, too, indulge in your deep love and quietly lean on your time!

Spread out plain notes, everything about you, in my words, open into a circle of thoughts. Subtle feelings turned into deep feelings, which proved the deep love between us. Everything about me, on your canvas, is fixed in the scenery of Yongheng Zhang.

You said that knowing that I like a quiet life is also your yearning. You said, let's find a piece of land in the suburbs, build our own house, have a big yard, and plant all kinds of flowers I like, especially my favorite calla lily. You can even raise a few chickens. You're already looking for the right place. When everything is arranged, we can have our own home.

You said, we can read books and listen to music in the house; You said you would cook me a lot of delicious food so that I can eat the most delicious food every day; You said that when you draw in the yard, I can write my favorite words; You said that in your spare time, you take your picture folder and I take my camera, so that we can spend our beautiful and quiet spiritual time in the green mountains and green waters. ......

Very happy, really happy, and I look forward to the bright future and beautiful life you gave me.

In the waiting and longing, suddenly, I haven't heard from you for a long time, and I can't contact you. In pain and suffering, a friend brought you news, a ruthless car accident, which caused heavy losses to your legs and left a deep scar on your face. So proud of you, so pursuing perfection, how can you stand your own imperfections? You disappeared from this city before you fully recovered. Crazy looking for you everywhere, but no one knows where you have been. You just ask your friend to leave me your letter: my love, I can't stand in front of you in this posture. I said I would give you the best life, and now I can't. Forgive me, forgive my pride, I don't want to be so fragile in front of you, forgive me, please fulfill my last pride! See you at the ferry in the afterlife. In this life, I can't realize my long-cherished wish, and in the afterlife, I will definitely accomplish it!

You disappeared completely in my life, leaving me with a lifetime of pain, a lifetime of pain. ......

Rain, still raining, pain, still spreading. ......

I don't know which city you are in. Do you feel pain at this time?