Walking in the hazy misty rain, looking at the empty distance,

I chanted: "The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow."

The rain in winter is so cold and desolate!

I was wearing a woolen coat and a scarf, and I was wearing high-heeled riding boots.

But the cold winter rain still soaked my weak body,

I only felt a slight chill slowly penetrate into my cheeks,

I was swept by the long wind The long black hair was flying wildly, as if suddenly awakened from a long and quiet dream.

Dreams pick up the past,

travel through the forgetfulness of time and space, and sing the love of this life.

A true love makes longing last forever. What is indifferent is time.

What is not forgotten is the deep and meaningful love in the past.

In the rainy season, a heart returns to calmness again,

But it is difficult to calm down. I remembered that I wrote a poem with sadness and emotion:

《Autumn Lotus》

The lotus is fragrant and beautiful, and the autumn cold green is covered with frost in the rainy season.

The charming flowers flow away with the flowing water, and the pond is filled with thousands of lines of tears.

"Sentiments about the Cold Autumn"

Autumn comes with heavy rain and lovesickness, and summer night fireworks fall into the Dream Pond.

The green willows and green faces are all wrapped around, and the cold and silent moon is full of bitter words.

In loneliness, I look for the past that has been lost in the years.

I often imagine and recall a late autumn night:

In the faint moonlight ,

A clear heart was suddenly crushed into pieces by those graceful and melodious music

The meaningful words,

were shaken up My soul cleansed my heart,

gave birth to my inspiration,

From then on, I fell in love with music and literature out of control.

The feeling of loss, the complicated past events,

The romantic and beautiful artistic conception, let me cherish a sincere heart,

Reverence The soul of a poet.

As the fragrance of ink exudes a longer and longer fragrance,

From the perspective of my heart, I admire the poet’s mind and courage,

Listening to their gradual progress Far-off feet,

Looking for those emotional fragments lost in the dust of history!

At this time, the person in my soul appeared,

The shadow seemed to be right in front of my eyes!

Tonight you are in my thoughts,

Tonight you are back in my feelings!

Every day I miss you makes me feel happy but disappointed.

Every word you say evokes infinite melancholy in me...

In loneliness, this long soul is always floating in the air,

Can't find its direction. , can't find the fulcrum, seems drunk and awake;

Like the past, the fog has cleared, and I have a pillow of eternal dreams.

Life is long, a lonely shadow walks alone, the vast sea is tilted, and thousands of sails pass by.

The sea of ??love is blue, the moon and the starry sky, the long love silk is like a dream, and the eternal bosom friend is difficult to understand.

This wandering lonely soul cannot see the end or the origin!

However, I still firmly believe that your love is as deep as the sea, and your love is as sincere as my dear.

You are as free and easy as the wind, and as meticulous as the rain;

You are kind-hearted. Wisdom is as wide as the vast sky!

I weaved my love into a rope and tied myself to it,

Just for the scenery of life to give my heart eternal care.

Thousands of years of waiting, thousands of looking back,

Only for the wonderful scenery of life to play an eternal classic!

I have the image of my sweetheart in my mind,

And I imagine her smile,

Imagine the scene where we are deep in the smoke, willows and peach blossoms ,

At this moment, maybe you are also calling from the bottom of your heart:

Calling for souls to be immersed in each other,

Calling for the passing spring!

Across the rain curtain,

My eyes were wet and I couldn’t tell whether it was tears or rain.

A misty rain and a dream,

Only a solitary lamp is left, reflected in the cold rain

My current embarrassment and loneliness.

The earnest expectation is still replaced by the sadness of lovesickness and loneliness.

Let go, at least there is still the last trace of pride left!

The heavy rain poured down on the city, washing away everything into the past.

Just treat everything as just a dream!

Only the fragrance of the heart is gone, remembering the past life...

The flowers fly into the sky and fill the sky with tears, and the people are moved by love and pity.

The love in this life is the fate of the past life. ,

The grievances in this life are the grievances in the past life.

Thousands of years of expectations, thousands of years of calling,

In exchange for this life -

The lingering love, the infatuation of love;

Souls are connected, tacit understanding and heart are happy;

They accompany each other silently.

The blooming season, the intoxicating love,

Let people remember the most wonderful emotions in life forever!

May all lovers in the world never have hatred!

The winding path has lingering dreams, and the tacit understanding is delicate;

The dead trees are warmed by spring, and there are several winds, rains and ice.

Joy is rare, but the soul is still looking for the fulfillment of dreams;

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How much sorrow and blame God, fate is full of obsession,

It is difficult to bury the deep love; I am grateful to God for the all-powerful love,

My heart is full of longing for each other, only the love for beans Turning into tears of pity,

The lingering ink is in vain and the poetry is drunkenly dancing to the sky!

So I wrote a sad poem with great sadness

"Sigh of Spring"

Counting the stars alone by the moon tower, the drizzle wet my heart and burst into tears. .

The fragrance of the brilliant flowers has dissipated, and the soul of spring is recalled in the dream of the mortal world.

There is a lot of rain outside the window, and there is a slight cool breeze.

Every wisp of cold wind is my sorrow.

Every drop of rain is my clear heart. shed tears.

The little sounds touch my heart gently,

On such a rainy night, I think of you again:

The sunset reflects the warmth The soft light,

I cut out a piece and embedded it into my thoughts.

Warm, I use poetic rhyme,

Kiss the season of love and flowers,

I want you to remember my smile in this life;

The remaining red is easy to pass away , Intoxicated beauty in dreams, thousands of miles of sky under the moonlight,

Let us be tender and romantic in the clear water.

But where is the emotion that blends with my soul?

Where is the name of the person I love carved in front of the Sansheng Stone?

Where are the names of the people who love me?

Thousands of sails have passed, but none of them are what my heart loves.

There are three thousand weak waters, but that one scoop knows whether I am warm or cold?

Who will allow me a mortal relationship? Accompany me in our journey of love!

A lifetime of love, a lifetime of wishes;

Who can hold my hand? Dance the sword with my soul lingering,

Accompany me day and night, my mother-in-law sings the song of pity.

In the world of mortals, I wish I could get drunk with you once more,

I would like to take a step into the River of Forgetfulness! Live up to the fate of life!

The vast and vast sky is dotted with bright stars.

The mortal world is vast and the cold is gone, we know each other drunkenly and dreamily, and the idiot is drunkenly dreaming and weeping.

The beauty looks haggard; when she sings and dances to the sky, when she wakes up from her dream, she is as drunk as smoke.

Good nights and auspicious days are short, and the ink is stained with tears and remains.

An unfinished relationship,

always makes it difficult for me to cross the long river of lovesickness,

Immersed in the rhythm of poetry,

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Immersed in the dream of falling in love,

Savoring the feeling of heartbeat,

Time and distance still have no choice but to let go of the indifferent soul,

A distant feeling gives me layer upon layer of regrets,

When I look back, my eyes are hazy,

In this mortal world, I have paid for my sadness,

I appreciate the sweet love and indulge in longing;

You stop in the lake of my heart, and the sea of ??love remains unchanged;

I wander around in lovesickness, and I lose my wish in loneliness,

Worry adds to the gray hair and makes the face thin.

Time flies, the years are helpless, those raindrops are as thin as sadness,

As elegant as poplar flowers, and then fall one after another

In my lengthy In the nightmare.

Scenes like this always appear in dreams and out of dreams.

On a rainy night, we held hands and walked side by side.

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