1. Rain is the tears of sad clouds. The heart is always lonely when dark clouds are gathering, and bursts of rain fall from the heart.

2. The rain was so beautiful that it made people cry. Does the departure of Yu also mean that it's time for us to end it?

3. The sadness of Yu permeated the whole city, and I was confused before I could see it clearly.

4. Rain is lonely, lonely and confused.

6. The rain is still falling; I still miss you. Until the day it no longer rains in the world, I will stop loving you and missing you as deeply as the rain

7. Rain has been used by poets to write sad poems, and every word is revealed. The sadness of the rain. But who can truly understand the true sadness of rain?

8. The rain in the world can be regarded as a kind of all things! Then, it will not disappear, at least. In the time and space that the earth exists, it cannot disappear; therefore, it is destined that my missing you will not disappear, at least in my life, it cannot disappear!

9. Thinking When it rains, that is when worries and sorrows accumulate very heavily, and my mood is like a thirsty seedling looking forward to the arrival of rain.

10. The rain is still falling, which nakedly conveys my sadness. I am sad, and the rain outside the window is also sad. Looking at the blurry city and wiping the windows, there is still no clarity. Will my life be like this city that is confused by the sadness of rain?

11. Pedestrians walking in twos and threes on the road holding umbrellas are walking very fast. , their passing eyes don’t understand my sadness. My sadness is a person's sadness. I just want to walk alone in the rain. I don't want them to know my sadness. The raindrops slid down my hair and slid across the corners of my eyes, like tears.

12. Listening to the sound of rain is like falling into a dream that you don’t want to wake up from. The music is gurgling like a flowing spring, and the sharp sound of the hollow guqin breaking the rain seems to break through the sky after long practice. In the traces of the war and the iron horse, there is a watery tenderness and a dreamlike voice.

13. The air that has been exposed to the rain, the tired sadness, the fairy tale in my memory has slowly melted away.

14. The rainy night is long and you are gone. The fragrance of locust flowers in the rain takes away your breath.

15. Quietly, I sat at the table, concentrating on the falling rain; listening to the heartbeat; condensing this longing, letting this deep-seated feeling sink deeply into the rhythmic life, and then integrating into this. Every drop of rain falls on every corner where you are; it merges into a trickle and soaks every inch of land you step on.

16. When the rain falls again, time has passed a year, and you and I have become strangers. Looking at the non-stop rain outside the window, I think of the old me and the past. You are so familiar yet so out of reach.

17. The rain outside the window stopped, and so did the rain in my heart. There was a time when I was still sighing for my own dissatisfaction. Once upon a time, I was still reflecting on the inaction of the day. Once upon a time, I was so indifferent in the face of dedication.

18. The rain outside the window is like a mountain stream, falling from the eaves. When the wind blows, a few drops will drift in and fall on my body. I don’t want to close the window, because I want to feel the wash of the rain, and want to feel the rain of longing. A complete collection of sad sentences describing snow

1. There is no snow this winter, and we give ourselves a snow, although it is not real. , but with my deep thoughts, affectionate watching, and beautiful imagination, there must be some precious things that are true. The simplest thing is that with them, life will have more color and more touch.

2. The fine snow begins to dance wildly, and my heart also rises and falls. The falling coldness does not melt. I don’t know what I am waiting for. I have confessed, and I have even counted my tears one by one.

3. Looking up silently, the silent sky is full of vastness. It is weakly spreading pure white snow. I wonder if what falls is the crystallization of angel’s tears? Or is it a complaint against the injustice in the world?

4. Countless hesitations, how many rare fates have been missed? Countless confusions, how many laughters have been frozen? Countless emptiness has diluted the illusion in our hearts? Countless silences have bound us. Endless longing? Countless hesitations have dried up the beauty in our hearts? Think about the time when we were strangers in the world. But now we are separated...

5 , The snow is really cold, so cold. I have never felt so lonely at this moment. It's as if I'm standing in a corner abandoned by the world, as if I'm a wanderer abandoned by the whole world.

6. The snow is flying in the wind, touching the skin and refreshing the heart. The girl is walking on the snow with delicate and bright eyes, and the bun is simple and elegant. It is an intoxicating wine.

7. Sentences describing snowflakes: The snow is flying, the snow is wrapped in white, the snow is blowing in the wind, and the snow is white. It can be said that auspicious snow heralds a good year!

8. No rain in winter , even the snowflakes are stingy with their beauty. It has only snowed once so far. 2012 is not a romantic winter.

9. Until the day you left, not a single crystal snowflake fell from the sky! We also did not perform the promised madness! Only the regret hidden in our hearts was left!

10. The winter snow is flying, covering the courtyard and deep courtyard, the beautiful scenery is flawless, and the eye shadow is swaying. On the bank of the dry river, the young man is young and haggard, and his clothes are covered with snowflakes. The north wind whistled, and the thin body seemed a bit swaying. He stared at the lonely stone bridge with a bit of expectation in his eyes, not knowing who was waiting to return.

11. The last song of winter, the cold wind is bleak, standing in the falling snow, waiting for you to come slowly, waiting for you to smile. Listen, snowflakes are falling on the branches of plum trees, and the proud winter plums are smiling in the wind and snow. Will you feel a little relieved?

12. Let the snowflakes take away my thoughts, and let the rain take away my tears. From now on, you will no longer have your heartbreak. I will experience it alone. I will no longer think about why we broke up. Find a reason not to be sad, and want to stay at this moment forever and enjoy the happiness of loneliness.

13. Standing quietly under the tree with withered leaves, I don’t know when the snowflakes have fallen from the gray sky. It feels so beautiful to look at the flying white elves.

14. Such a beautiful snow scene and such charming moonlight are really unforgettable. But maybe I'm too sentimental. Alas, the remaining snow turns into butterflies and flies into dreams. When will the night end and dawn return?

15. The thoughts of autumn are falling leaf by leaf, the snowflakes in winter are flying one by one, and the love for you is falling and falling again. Emergence, endlessly tossed in the fleeting years.

16. At a glance, there are dead leaves falling one after another. The setting sun in the distance put on a wedding dress and dyed the entire forest a coquettish red. The remaining snow covers the fallen leaves, decorating the mottled land

17. Snow, diffused in this snowy world, makes the heart gentle, lonely and far away. Pick a few bunches of snowflakes to warm the thin ice. The palms pass by, and the flying thoughts are like the snowflakes condensed into my thoughts

18. In this winter before snow, I tell the sad memories of her and me, with sadness, desolation, and regret. , I thought of her again, and of that emotion

19. In the blink of an eye, time flies and never comes back. In the windy and snowy night, the moonlight seemed a little blurry, and the lights outside the window were not as bright as before. Only I am still like this, admiring the sadness of the night and tasting the fragrance of the night.

20. Looking at the falling snowflakes, I shed tears. I don’t know whether I was moved or confused, because of the longing that my heart could not calm down for a long time and could not extricate myself.

21. Hope The snow can keep falling this winter, and the only thing that can accompany me is this short-lived snowflake. It makes my waiting no longer so boring, knowing that the snow will stop? Alas! This winter, the back in the snow is still just a figure

22. Once upon a time, we agreed to bathe in the first snow of winter together. Although the first snow came a little late, it still came, but you disappeared, and our agreement was stranded. Over the years. Summary of classic sad sentences describing snow

1. It’s snowing, first there are small snowflakes, fluttering gently like catkins; then it falls heavier and heavier, one after another.

2. Snow covers the roofs and roads, breaks the branches, hides the appearance of various objects, blocks roads and traffic, and the snowflakes flying all over the sky make the sky and the earth dissolve into one white body.

3. Snow makes people feel cold in only one word. The earth is silvery white and clean, but the snowflakes are still like catkins, cotton, and goose feathers fluttering from the sky.

4. It’s snowing. What beautiful snowflakes. When early winter comes, snowflakes promptly report the coming of winter. When get out of class was over, the students ran to the playground. Some were cheering, some were jumping, and some opened their hands to catch the flying snowflakes. Behold, behold, the earth is covered with snow. There is snow everywhere on the sky and on the ground. White earth, white houses, white woods.

5. The Snow Fairy is waving her sleeves heartily; in the fluttering playing, the sky, the earth, the river and the mountains are pure and pure, without any mire.

6. The snow finally stopped, the vast fields were all white, and the houses and mountains were covered with silver.

7. Clusters of snow fell down, like countless torn cotton balls rolling down from the sky.

8. The snow has just begun to fall, and the winter sun seems to have narrowed the distance between it and people, appearing extraordinarily clear and dazzling. But the temperature of the sun seems to have been cooled by ice and snow, and it cannot heat up anymore.

9. Snowflakes are floating in the air, and small white feathers are scattered like blown pear petals.

10. The willow trees with all their fallen leaves are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars; the evergreen pine and cypress trees in winter and summer are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs.

11. On the side of the road, Bai Xue covered the sidewalk with a white quilt, leaving a series of people's footprints on the quilt. Bai Xue put a white cloak on the trees, making them more majestic.

12. The snowflakes are as white as jade. Are they the little heavenly generals sent by the Tiangong, or the jade leaves falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? The snowflakes are like beautiful jade-colored butterflies, dancing and drunk; The fallen dandelions seem to be flying; like the small white flowers given by angels; they scatter and gather together, fluttering and light, and are worthy of being the masterpieces of the earth! The snowflakes in front of me are as naughty as butterflies, falling in a while. Under the eaves, it sometimes falls on the branches, and sometimes floats on the faces of passers-by.

13. The soft snowflakes fell leisurely. Gradually, the small snowflakes became larger, thicker, and densely packed.

14. Wow, I saw tiny and dense snowflakes falling between the sky and the earth, getting bigger and denser, like countless fairies spreading flowers to the world, conveying the blessings of spring. After a while, the snow slowly stopped. I saw that the platform and the railings of the corridor were covered with a thick layer of white snow. The branches and leaves of the flowers in the flower pots were holding clouds of snow. On the clothes drying racks The snow on the roof is like a curved path, and the snow on the red tile roof is like rows of piano keys. The rows of red tiles and layers of snow are arranged so neatly that it is amazing.

15. In the evening, large tracts of snowflakes fell from the dim sky. In an instant, the mountains, rivers, fields, and villages were all covered in heavy white snow.

16. When it snows for the first time, the snowflakes are often not very big or dense, like catkins floating lightly in the wind. As the wind blows harder and harder, the snow becomes denser and denser, and the snowflakes become larger and larger. It's like weaving a white net, and you can't see anything even ten feet away.

17. Snowflakes were flying outside the window, fluttering towards the window glass like hundreds of butterflies, bumping playfully against the glass, and then flying gracefully to the side.

18. The heavy snow fell one after another, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, either flying, hovering, or falling straight and fast, spreading to the ground.

19. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. The small cloud turned into a thick white cloud, slowly rising and expanding, gradually covering the sky. It's starting to snow lightly. Suddenly, large pieces of snow fell. The wind roared, and a blizzard came. In an instant, the dark sky merged with the sea of ??snow, and everything was invisible.

20. The snow on the roadside and on the sidewalk has melted, and only the remaining snow remains on the roof facing the sun, like a little white hat.

21. White snow, I love you, I love your purity. You have decorated the earth with silvery white, how beautiful you have made the earth.

22. A small crystal snowflake fell on the palm of my hand. It looked transparent. Slowly, it melted. Sad sentences about rain

1. The pen, the ink, the red dust, the tears, the face is tired after the vicissitudes of life, back and forth, over and over again, once again set foot on this land, with different meanings, different dreams, the same old appearance, just because of admiring the time different. When you brush your clothes and roll up your sleeves, it will feel especially cold when you touch the water. The water is different. Leaning on the railing and overlooking the river, you can see the mist and rain on the river. Intoxicated in it, the water of the lotus pond splashes the shadows of lonely lotuses, and your thoughts are slow and gentle. Put your wine in the wind and be in the south of the Yangtze River. Shrouded in dust and smoke, half of the lovesickness is sprinkled in the quiet autumn.

2. The smoke and sand are vast, the hair on the temples is stained with frost, and the night rain outside the window is longer. The embroidered couch is desolate, the lonely shadow is melancholy, and the flowers are dreaming of sorrow. Singing lightly in the dream, the mist covers the silver light, and the lingering fragrance floats. Beside the ancient path, you held your sword and stared at it, your eyes filled with tears. The autumn red is flowing, the dust is vast, the sword is ringing, and the thin horse is heartbroken. I still remember what you once said, forever and ever, that red makeup will never be forgotten. The cold rain has not stopped, but the flowers and wine are still cold. The eyes are drunk with hatred, the soul is confused, and beside the Langan River, the flower curtains are dreaming cold.

3. In a dazed moment, I suddenly realized that what you love is just a feeling, but what I pay is all the emotions! Love, love is unforgettable! Hate, hate to the bone and soul, resentment The resentment is so dark! The dust is ten feet high, the wind is as cold as rain in front of the steps. I only performed one person's excerpt for you. Now love has fallen at the end of the bustling world, and the parting love is scattered all over the ground. I don't dare to do it anymore. If you go to touch, you can only come to an end silently in the end!

4. Half of the Manchu poems are broken, and the love in three lives is deep and the relationship is shallow. From then on, you wield your sword on the battlefield, and you wait for your longing. . Warm flower wine at the Xuan window, pick the strings and worry alone. Who whispers in the dream, meeting the fallen autumn leaves? The water flows by itself, the remaining flowers rain at night, and the prince returns to miss his loved one. When I test my throat with a sword on the battlefield, I still shed tears on the red paper, my beautiful face is empty and thin, and I feel sad after hearing the news about you. The music of the music prompts the moon hook to break, dimming the night sky, the rhyme of the piano arouses love and makes the harp harp sad, who in the sea of ??flowers can’t stop staring at it?

5. Who can retain those flowers? Let the faint fragrance gnaw at your heart. Melancholy. Are you also recalling the light rainy night and the lush green leaves? But I ended up doing the most boring thing in the world, watching the flowers bloom and fall, leaving only sad memories of the past.

6. Those fleeting memories are like the ever-changing face of spring, sometimes telling the gentleness of that time, sometimes cutting the red thread in dreams. Flowers bloom several times, things change in a blink of an eye, but the past cannot be forgotten. Let the rain soak this past event, giving it a breath of spring, romanticizing the separation without any melancholy. Let the lingering fragrance of fallen flowers permeate the bottom of my heart lightly, and worship the encounter where the fallen flowers form a formation.

7. I can’t forget the past, like a blurred dream. What is left in the wind is the beautiful smile. How many times have I fallen asleep in dreams and lost myself in that haunted place? How many times have I looked back at dusk and buried myself in that dimly lit place. A few wisps of mist and rain made the lonely figure under the lamp thinner. How can it be compared to yellow flowers, a sad song that sings the vicissitudes of life.

8. Looking forward to the beautiful moon and admiring the Qianqianyinque. Hazy handwriting, yellowed epic poems, rubbing the pages, Han poems and Yuan tunes, lingering around the roof, Tang poems and Song lyrics, blending into the three autumns. The ending time buries the painful wounds and turns into sadness scattered all over the ground. The beauty's tears break the heart. The red lips are blushing, the rain wipes the sycamores, the eyebrows are wet with tears, the rouge is red, the green rhyme turns into a butterfly, the porcelain meaning is crisp, the blue and white flowers fall, the whole world is captivated, the konghou is played out, a lovesickness song.

9. The word "love" has become an illusion, leaving all living beings tossing and turning, leaving only love and hate lingering on. Weak Shui Sanqian pays a sigh, and outsiders see through it with cold eyes. The authorities were full of sadness for you and me, and we said goodbye for many years. Who allowed me to have vast seas and high sky, but my whole life I have been enchanting. Who loves me like a smile, buried in the wind and snow as light as a feather. The wind and clouds are changing, the style is easy to grow old, the cold rain in the small courtyard is listening to the flute, and the shadows are in harmony.

10. Sad words 1. The rain in the alley has wetted the way in and blurred the way out. Your red umbrella drifts away, taking away all the color. From then on, there was only black and white in my world. 2. Sitting in front of the window, tears moistened my eyes, exaggerating the hazy moonlight. The soft night, accompanied by sparse and dim starlight, touches the cold window sill, just waiting for some good news. Where is the husband?

11. When the true love of the past no longer exists and the flowers of emotion have been beaten to red by the winter rain, people are always used to resting on the branches of love. Singing softly, either he is still nostalgic for the tenderness in his heart and is waiting for the person who hurt him to change his mind, or he is determined to retaliate in the same way. But this is unwise, unrestrained, and unlovable. The most appropriate way is to say goodbye to him with a smile.

12. A rain can be romantic or cruel. It’s like guessing the romantic beginning but not the cruel ending. One thing has not changed, that is how painful it is. Deep, love is as deep as it is. In fact, the memory always stays at that time. I like me who liked you at that time, and I like you who liked me at that time. While counting the sadness and pain, I also count every happy smile.

13. What love songs do you listen to when you are sad? Live every cloudy day alone, how many rainy days have you gone through, get used to it, and tell others that you are living a good life, but in fact it is not. , I am used to saying this, because I just don’t want to talk about how many tears I have shed for fear of being seen through.

14. Outside the attic, the dawn dream is slightly cold, and autumn is like frost. It has been a year of wind and rain, looking at the floating clouds in the sky, feeling melancholy and choking. Sigh that time is thin, the gaps between the fingers are too wide, and autumn grass grows on the strangers. Abandoned pen, a commoner, a scholar. In the cold window for ten years, I watched the begonia flowers bloom, and the economic pages turned yellow. I regret that the years are easy to grow old, the world of mortals has dried up, and gray hair has already grown.

15. All the love, all the hate, all the wet memories in the heavy rain, all the camphor, all the tears and hugs, all the unforgettable hot years, all the prosperous and discrete life, are all there. That summer solstice has never come, and we rush towards the grand death together.

16. When the rain falls, I miss my old friend too much. The cherry blossoms rain, leaving a solitary shadow. I heard that your misfortune came so quickly. I feel the pain of fate and lament the passage of time. Woohoo! In this world, kind people cannot live well.

17. Winter dances in the cold, watching people come and go in the empty world, standing far away from the ends of the earth, the cold attacks, and occasionally the cold wind and rain. The geese in the distant sky flew away silently, and the temperature of life measured the distance between life and death. As I walked, it became cold all the way. The black and white film of life did not want to be so gray and silent. The faith without dust in my heart was also lonely and silent. A huddled figure moved forward huddled in the darkness.

18. The hourglass of time deposits the inescapable past, and the hands of memory always pick up those bright sorrows. The sound of rain cuts through painful memories; tears stir up ripples in the heart. Your flash makes me remember this eternal moment. You left an unfading wound in my life, just like the falling meteor brightly lighting up the entire starry sky. After this moment, the world is just an hourglass of memories.

19. On the way home, all I can do is squeeze the bus as hard as possible, and then try to remember the memories that can still be remembered.

I feel like a child who has lost his toy at this time, like a stray cat walking alone in the rain, and the world cannot be reconciled.

20. In fact, you should know that love does not ask whether it is worth it or not. The strangers in the coming year will be the so-and-so whom we were closest to yesterday, like memories that we have no time to escape. The bright spring, the bright sunshine, and the warm and bright you. A rain, an umbrella, a street, a person walking.

21. Those who have invited people to go with them will accompany them through the rainy season and through the years, but one day they will eventually be separated at a certain ferry. It is said that the world is blurred, and we often lose ourselves in the sea of ??smoke, and the fireworks lingering in the world always choke you and me from breathing freely. Thousands of sails have passed, and when I look back at those years, that pure dream has long since faded away. Now, what is left behind by the years is only desolation.

22. I have spent my whole youth, but I can’t get out of the long rainy season. I chant all the way, look back all the way, remember it endlessly, and shed tears. I turned my heart into a dewdrop, rested on the broad leaves of dreams, and fell into a deep sleep, waiting for the morning light of the next life to gently wake me up. So, in this life, can you allow me to let the dust settle, and return my true heart like the moon, as gentle as jade, and my clear eyes as clear as the first time I met you?