Let's talk about it on a rainy night.

First, the world is thin and human feelings are evil, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk. The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! On a rainy night, lean against the window and listen to the rain.

Second, in the silent rainy night, listening to the melody played by the rain at night, in the hazy night, in the rainy night, those who know you love you silently, and hometown is the farthest place.

Third, along the way, we are constantly reconciling with ourselves. We are always looking for ourselves and then placing ourselves. Whether we can go on before life passes and find our truest self is our ultimate goal. Fortunately, in this long rainy night, we still have so many silent confessions.

Fourth, the rain is ticking and falling on the ground along the eaves. Scoop up a spoonful of sake, fill a cup full of historical flavor, taste the full feelings injected by the brewer, and rush into your mouth. Elegant fragrance, like the sound of a flute in the distance, stays here for a long time and cannot be erased. The night is getting deeper, the cups are not shallow, the rain is about to stop, the wind is blowing gently, and the people in Qingwa Street are hilarious, leaving a laurel floating. There is a tree called osmanthus fragrans, which exudes fragrance all the time. The flowers at night are snow, and the leaves in spring are green.

Five, a person's thoughts! There is nowhere to hide, the lights are dim and lonely at first, and the nights are long and confused. Listening to the wind in the quiet night and listening to the rain in the rainy night, this long-standing feeling is everywhere.

Sixth, the artistic conception has arrived and the expression is incisive. My feelings have reached the limit, and I can't express them to others. This is inner hysteria. Rain is ticking in my heart. I am learning to decompress, release my emotions, and give back to myself better tomorrow. It's raining heavily in my eyes.

Seven, unconsciously like rainy nights, if you are in a warm harbor, it is very interesting to listen to the rain quietly; If you rush about on a rainy night, wait, get wet and delay, your destination is home, but you can't reach it. At this time, it is disappointment and melancholy.

9. It's raining outside. Open the warm yellow nightlight and sit by the window. There is a piece on the small pink table, as well as grapes and small tomatoes that have been quietly bathed. Everything is comfortable at this moment. Rainy summer is so romantic. I'd like to invite him to dinner if I can.

Ten, outside the window, the rain is falling, and the wind is doomed to her direction. I heard hurried footsteps in the rain, but I couldn't hear familiar voices. When I climbed the mountain, I was not familiar with it. On rainy nights, I want to find someone to talk to, talk by candlelight on rainy nights, and warm tea around the stove on snowy nights. In this case, what can I ask?

Eleven, at this time, there is no car horn, no human voice, listening to the rain tick by tick, forget the bitterness and wash away the fatigue. ...

13. Listen to the rain on rainy nights. Listen, the melody of rain plays at night, in the night. Then banish your heart and enjoy this moment. Some people slowly remember, and some things gradually forget. ...

On a rainy night, lying quietly on a soft bed and listening to the rain is my favorite thing to do. I feel that I can calm down and think about beautiful things.

Fifteen, when the sun is shining, it is still foggy. Sitting in a warm classroom, smiling children are in my eyes, but my heart is a dead sea. Looking out of the window, yellow leaves rolled down, mixed with the wet rain last night, wet, wet, fell to the ground and hit my heart.

Sixteen, like the rain in my hometown, exudes freshness and reveals coolness. A small village with misty rain is located under the distant green hills, and the clouds on the peaks are looming. At the foot of the mountain, smoke and fog are connected together, and how many buildings are there in the misty rain is unclear and countless. It's still raining, and the eaves are ticking, ticking, ticking. ...