Romantic love, all because of the rain log.

I used to hear people say that the sky in June is like a woman's face. When it changes, it changes. However, I think that the vast, sacred and unpredictable sky is like a child's face, especially the sky in June. Laughing one second, crying the next.

In the morning, the big boy "Sky" seems to have lost his favorite toy. As soon as the door was opened and closed, tears dyed the thick chest of the earth red.

Cool raindrops fell from the nine-day green curtain, and coke ruined these naughty children in the world. In the frolicking rain of three groups and five groups, it is inseparable from the tears of this big child. Wet pants, wet sleeves, wet short hair, wet face, and even wet eyelashes do not feel tired and angry.

I refused to have any contact with raindrops in the office. The children in the yard greedily want to play with every drop of rain, which makes me see the traces of the years' rings running over.

Yes, an invisible, silent and colorless tree ring shattered too many illusions. Crushed the innocence of youth, crushed the carefree youth; Crushed the fresh new green and tender green, but also crushed the once beautiful vision and great yearning; Crushed, my youthful dream, shattered, everything I once thought could bloom, leaving only a deep mark, full of vicissitudes, full of desolation and loneliness. ...

The earth is still in tears, Wang Yang, the big boy "Sky" smiled in an instant, as bright as ever. Walking in the rain indifferently, I can't help sighing that it seems more appropriate to compare the sky in June to a child. It's like an eight-year-old child who doesn't understand the world.

However, we bizarre human beings give it a mysterious color that is too absurd or too absurd.

Therefore, "ever-changing Gankun" has become a measuring instrument for our human feelings and the indifference of the world.

And we will never live out of the sky in our hearts.

I suddenly feel that we are all "Great Sages in Heaven" who are proud of our long life, and the "Tathagata Buddha" who imprisons us in the palm of our hand is also ourselves, the living and beating heart given to us by our mother.

From then on, we can only live under our "Wuzhishan" and wait for the "holy monk" who saves us and the whole life.

However, we can't be as high as the sky, nor can we live longer than the earth. The vicissitudes of 500 years are enough to dry us 500 times or more. The "holy monk" who can take us out of our misery is just a legend and a myth that comforts us.

2. What is the occasion? See this lover.

Yes, the human heart is really a panacea. Aren't we a legend?

Bravely open the door to the collection of ups and downs, daily necessities, trivial and complicated! I believe that the scenery inside will give us great surprises, and I also believe that there is a warm, long and sweet story waiting for us to write, spread and interpret.

Optimistically open the door to difficulties, setbacks and setbacks that are brewing! Think of them as red berries in the snow. Because all the disappointments will be replaced by all the good ones, just like the cold winter, there is always an end. Smile, smile, a wisp of east wind, that is, spring flowers bloom everywhere.

With a master key, I have not hesitated to open the door of life, which is "mixed with different flavors, as light as water", and also the door of the cause of poverty and failure.

Outside the "romantic" door, I wandered for a long time, but I never had the courage to step into that dusty door.

A melody, accompanied by a story, we will hear tears in our eyes, and a story, accompanied by the melody, we can read it like a knife.

With a tune and a story, you can carve your love into my soul.

I can't cross that threshold, and I can't bear to leave. Waiting, watching the vows fly, watching them disappear, watching time pass your shoulders in the door, haggard, haggard eyes, waist dry, endless love.

A continuous "love" brings you back to my mind. You are far away, you can't see, you can't see the pain when I miss you, you can't imagine, you can't imagine my tears, and they are all over my face in an instant, no matter how hard you wipe them.

Then, the lonely flame extended to the bottomless abyss, awakening all the ghosts related to "Yue Feng". They screamed hysterically in the heartbreaking pain. Finally, the "romantic" door that separated me was torn open. It's just around the corner, and I have no time to dodge, and I'm even unprepared. Billions of ghosts rushed into my body, and I was dizzy.

After that, everything is closely related to you.

"Missing" and "loneliness" confuse my eyes and heart.

How to describe it? This is an ethereal feeling, just like a body whose soul is evacuated, just like an emotion that is put on hold. More like a sleepless night, I don't even have the desire to write a poem or a song. Perhaps even longing for the company of a tear is a luxury, which is eternal loneliness.

Seek to understand your deep feelings in other people's words, and seek for your help in a continuous piece of music, even if it is an illusory illusion, although it is only a narcissistic sorrow. I always thought this might be the so-called "disappearance".

Someone said, "I think you are lonely because of me."

Someone said, "I am lonely because I miss you."

Loneliness and missing always blame each other. We don't want to be lonely, don't miss each other, and don't let each other suffer.

Once we thought that loneliness was because we couldn't let go of that person, so missing the latter was the result. Today, we must understand that "missing" belongs to a beautiful and delicate love, and has nothing to do with such turbid things as "loneliness".

Missing is because we can't give up that person's existence, so loneliness is the fruit. It is a kind of attachment to love. Even if 3 thousand weak water goes around Fangdian, you can only drink with a gourd ladle, and you can only be lonely in the latter. What an elegant loneliness, an elegant Sakyamuni from the Book of Songs, Tang style, for a rainy day-what a beautiful night, see this lover.

Third, romantic feelings are strong.

After loneliness, I think tears will flow, after sadness, I think there is no love, and after missing, I think everything will be fixed as misty rain.

When tears and the waves of love disappeared in the river of years, I thought that I, you, she and we had nothing to do with romance and the world.

Who would have thought that the lingering fragrance of "music coffee" in the romantic building can still stir my thoughts, like walking from the tunnel to my dream in the middle of the night with an eternal smile.

I am pleasantly surprised to welcome everything back.

I thought, the long-lost love came back, I thought, the joy of escape came back, I thought, the bookmark was closed alone and gracefully, and my thoughts were over. I think that you who once disappeared suddenly came back with my soul and everything we had. ...

I am ecstatic to open my upper arm, waiting for you to enter my arms. I want to hold your arm gently, stare at your flowery smile crazily, and greedily interpret the sweet words between my eyebrows. And you, like a distant ghost, passed through my empty body and never looked back. Your short hair fluttered in the cold light of a dream, like an arrow, stabbing me all over.

From then on, I sank into the world of the dark night, wandering on the swing I missed again, stepping on every crying stream, leaning against the mottled railings and counting as many lonely stars as I did.

Night, never give up, I miss Qian Qian, once that a gamble.

Except for loving you.-My love.

I still love this lonely night. I fell in love with my eyes and snuggled up to my chest in this lonely night like me, unable to extricate myself.

At night, I kiss my lips, my body and my eternal wounds with my soft lips. I have fun with the night, just like two fish in two worlds, caring about each other, but not forgetting the rivers and lakes. Therefore, when I am lonely, I don't need to show off to anyone, my heart aches and tears, and I don't need to beg for mercy from anyone. Night is everything to me.

I am grateful that the night took me away from your world. I will forget you in the busy nightlife, forget the song you sang for me two months ago, forget that you are helpless like a child, and forget the destination in your soul. ...

The light of the desk lamp is also lonely, the shadow of the night. The shadow of Chai Feng on the wall is reflected in the lines of my palm. When I read it, I blurred the east wind and spring rain and distorted the petals of the peach blossom in the leisure pool pavilion. Reading, reading, is just a casual moment, I still read your face, read my own tears, and read the sad past of "Although Shanmeng is here, it is hard to believe Jin Shu".

In tears, I finally opened the emotional valve and let the tide of memories overflow to me. I remembered everything we had in the whirlpool of memories.

I remember. I remembered the scene where you wrote me a love letter under the blue light; I think of your elegance in dressing, combing my hair and buttoning my buttons; I think of that night, your glass was full of retention, and I think of the sadness and loneliness in your eyes.

I remember. I remember your fireworks alone; Remember that white Valentine's Day; Think of that heartbreaking winter afternoon; I think of your frowning brows and tears of despair.

I remember. I remembered the scene where I sang on your back; I remember how happy we were when you told me a joke. I remembered your malicious smile with a smoke ring; I think of your helpless back after you walked by.

Yes, in the end, I still talk about romance, about you, about love, about loneliness, about missing, about memories.

It's just, after all, memories, nothing else.

Thousands of years of affection, who will interpret it? You are all to me, and you read love stories for me. I finally don't understand why I can't understand our short-lived relationship.

In the final analysis, it is the words that pass by, the feelings that are inseparable, and the feelings that are difficult to understand in the world. Finally, I understand that I can meet you in this life just to repay the feelings I owed you in my previous life, which is the most precious "understanding" you have given me in this life. For the world of mortals and the romantic moon, you said-

Everything starts with "fate", everything ends with "fate", and everything is only due to rain.

Everything is just because of the rain.

When another rain falls, it is already another dusk for another period of time. This time, the rain was a little lingering, and it lasted all night.

The next morning, when I opened the door, the wind blew, cool and damp. The high sky looks blue, and the clouds embedded in it are better than all white, giving people peace of mind and sensory enjoyment.

For a moment, I suddenly feel that nature is an idyllic poem with a fluctuating charm. The blue sky is like paper and the white clouds are like poetry, which teaches the universe to sink and touches everything, including crazy love.

The rain seems to have washed away all the turbidity, including the dark ants on the roadside and the bug named "Missing" lying on my chest.

Walking on the green lawn, in the garden, gorgeous butterflies and golden bees dance leisurely. The wind that greeted me on the road stirred my skirt and long hair naughtily, and it also carried a little fragrance, such as shampoo, clover, flowers or all the delicious smells.

Suddenly, all this beauty made me feel relaxed and peaceful.

Suddenly, I realized the Zen language of the Buddha, which I have never understood.

Buddha said, "Sit and meditate, and walk and meditate. A flower is the world and a leaf is the future. In spring, flowers are green, and in autumn, leaves fall ... "

This rain, like a Buddha on earth, I understand your indifference and your refusal.

I think our carefree days are gone forever. We no longer belong to the world of "love and affection". We follow the Buddha's words, the principles of nature, and the arrangement of the creator, shouldering the unshirkable responsibility to settle in a "city" that needs to keep our position, or "grave", because it is the only "grave" that we can breathe freely and decorate freely when we are alive.

I also understand that we can't cross the secular world, the "fate" you said, and the Zen language under the Buddha.