Prose in an alley in the rain

It was drizzling and the breeze was blowing. The alleys of the county town, which were not originally bustling, looked a bit deep and desolate under the newly fallen night. I have stood in this lonely alley countless times, waiting foolishly, hoping foolishly, hoping that the familiar footsteps would knock again, and that elegant figure would appear again. With drunken eyes, the pretty girl slowly walked over again, holding a flower umbrella and holding a shoulder bag. Her pretty face was filled with an innocent smile. The person in the painting, the person in the painting. I was so drunk that it was so beautiful. The ground woke me up from a dark dream.

Passing through the rain curtain and sitting on the wet steps, I think about you quietly. I miss you. The longing that has never been stranded suddenly wakes up. The veil of longing is gently lifted by the breeze. Falling between my eyebrows and my heart, your beautiful image is deeply engraved in my heart. I once wanted to make up my mind to forget it, but unexpectedly it became clearer and clearer. I don’t miss you because I am lonely, but I miss you because I am lonely. I just miss you too deeply, too intensely, too truly, too deeply. I can’t describe you in words, I can’t express my feelings in words, I can’t express my feelings fully, and I can’t help but miss you. Tell me, the girl holding an umbrella walking in the rain alley, I really miss you. I don’t know where to wake up tonight, on the bank of willows, the dawn breeze is waning, the west wind is blowing behind the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Since the beautiful encounter with you, you have been my eternal heroine, even though I once turned a blind eye to you, from the time we met to the time we parted ways. Tears in my eyes, painful lessons learned, feelings are so fragile, we can withstand the wind and rain, but we lose to the ordinary. We are in the same boat through thick and thin, and the weather is clear, and we part ways. Our separation may be forever. We are not lost in the whirlpool, but we lose to the ordinary. Cumbersome. Love is like a delicious dish, and marriage is like a plate for serving delicious food. After enjoying the delicious food, if everyone is too lazy to wash, care for, and maintain it, the result will be separation. Love is a brick, marriage is a mountain. It doesn’t matter how many bricks you have, just one is enough. The mountain doesn’t matter how high it is, just stay with it for a lifetime. After all, we have not escaped, and we have always missed it.

Marriage is not a place for reasoning. The kind of person you choose is the lifestyle you choose. Marriage is about adaptation and tolerance, not about change. If you just change blindly, , life becomes a battlefield. Both parties want to be policemen, but the other party is a thief no matter what, and the result is that both sides suffer.

Yes, love is like driving without a license. You will be cautious at any time and everywhere, for fear of making a little mistake, because any mistake may cause you to get off the car early, but marriage is like having a driving license. Driving with a driving license means you have nothing to fear, so if you let yourself go, accidents are inevitable.

People always wake up too late. If you have never lost, you will not know how to cherish. Love is a thing that comes back thousands of times. If you have never been abandoned or hurt, how can you know how to cherish? , how do you know how to love others? Because you have loved, you are compassionate, and because you understand, you are tolerant. However, some things can be made up for, and some things are lost forever. How much true perfection is there in the world when everything is broken and reunited? Even if it is round, will it leave no trace and be restored to its original shape? They can all get over the sensitive hurdle in their hearts. There are many things that when you understand and comprehend, it is too late for everything. Some things are only seen clearly later. However, most people can no longer find their way there.

The biggest regret in life is giving up easily what should not be given up, and stubbornly persisting in what should not be persisted. Marriage is like water, light and tasteless, but it is necessary every day. Don't be greedy for the intoxicating wine. If you encounter fake wine, you will be heartbroken. Cherish the person who will cry with you and laugh with you. It is not terrible to miss the stars today. What is terrible is to miss the rising sun tomorrow.

The wind blows gently, the rain falls slowly, and the singing and dancing cover up the dust and clarify the soul. I am just waiting for the scorching sun of tomorrow to dry up the broken heart. When you look up, you will see the mountains, and when you look back, you will see the shore. Learn to cherish, close your eyes and pray, under the dim street lights, in the drizzle alleys, the good girl holding the umbrella walks out again, and from now on, I will be connected with you, forever and ever, forever and ever.