The rain in the middle of the night is beautiful.

The horizon is like a long dragon shining with lightning. Then there was a long thunder. The lightning flashed brighter and brighter, and the thunder became louder and louder. After a while, dark clouds rolled and covered half the sky, and it rained.

The rain in the middle of the night is beautiful.

First, there are often thunderstorms in summer, when lightning will flash by and draw a beautiful arc in the night sky. And all this is done in an instant.

Second, the rainy night is beautiful, and the slightly red day has a dreamy feeling. This is really just a dream, an illusory dream. The night is very cold, cool to the heart. The scene is very sad, and I feel sad too.

Third, once the sea was difficult for water, the eternal amber was not confused in the face of drizzle; Facing one after another, how can you not be embarrassed? Facing the cold path, how can you not be sad?

Fourth, in the night sky, the stars are like spring flowers, full of enthusiasm. When they are in full bloom, people worry that they have no idea how to get married.

I like simplicity, not melodramatic, quiet and lively occasionally. I will sleep under a tree without people, I will be alone in the sun, put on headphones, and I will travel alone. Beautiful scenery and beautiful flowers and birds, escape from the world of mortals, just like supernatural existence, nostalgia and fetters, let me feel at ease that I still have a home. Simply put, where you are is heaven.

I sang your favorite song in a rainy night. I hope that one day you will look back at me and be satisfied.

Seven, the spring rain is falling, the dry branches of trees have a layer of light green color, and the rain drops along the treetops and becomes a string of watery notes.

Eight, accompanied by lingering drizzle, even the wind is breathing, brown leaves are dancing, shallow footprints are full of the breath of the earth, and even breathing is painful. I am working hard in the sea of people, crossing the vast city, leaving a distant figure and your smile in people's hearts.

Nine, quiet rainy night, precipitation is a gesture, rainy night can always give you a reverie. Fine and foggy raindrops always give people some lingering yellow memories. Those memories are fragmented and forgotten in this rainy night.

Listening to the songs in headphones, watching the dark night, raindrops seem to hit my heart through the eaves, and sad music accompanied by raindrops constitutes my sad symphony.

Eleven, rainy night, after all, can not compare with hakodate. If you are in the rain, it is raining and people are raining; If you are in the snow, your feeling is hazy and the moon is hazy.

Twelve, when you are in a daze, your thoughts are actually the most fulfilling. The night is like a wall, you can't penetrate it, and countless feelings turn into sensational words. When the breeze taps on your heart, the moonlight quietly spills into the window, and the lovesickness becomes longer and you can't sleep.

Thirteen, rainy days in early autumn, listening to a hearty May concert, although there is a chill, can not resist the enthusiasm in my heart. Satisfied tonight, good night.

Sometimes we are used to this life: holding an oil-paper umbrella and enjoying the arrogance of cold rain and cold wind at the moment when the oil-paper umbrella breaks in the stormy north.

15. It rained all night. In the morning, the rain seemed tired and stopped slowly. Some of them sleep in the pond, some play under the eaves, and some play hide and seek on the grass.

16. It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window. Just like a little dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.

Seventeen-year-old young women are always looking forward to meeting a man in Wen Ya, who often adds fragrance to her on rainy nights. Young men always want a kind woman who quietly gives him tea in the cold twilight.

18. Romance at dawn and rainy nights is a thing of the past. And his residue, slowly dispersed into floating dust falling on earth. I had hoped that you could always accompany me, and my heart was full of eternal concern for you in this life.

Nineteen, all of a sudden, a flash of lightning pierced the sky and turned pale, followed by a series of muffled thunder. After the muffled thunder, raindrops as big as copper coins poured down like blankets.

No matter whether you are sad or crying, this autumn night will tolerate and pity me. I am alone in a rainy night. Although the road ahead is confusing, I am not afraid. Towards the distant with a smile and persistence.

Twenty-one, shake off the pillow ash, memories reverberate, fuzzy rain turns up the cold night, but who can turn up several wounds? But I saw a tear in the rain.

Twenty-two, the wind chases the rain, the rain drives the wind, the wind and rain unite to chase the dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world is raining.

Twenty-three, I will touch the piano for you under the moon, find your figure in the empty lane and write poems for you. Rainy night because you are drunk, sighing is always difficult for you to understand!

Twenty-four, a drop of rain falls on my heart, but I can't feel the sadness and the cold.

Twenty-five, rainy night, who will accompany me to lean against the window to watch the stormy waves, not because of loneliness, but because I am too obsessed, still staring and thinking so much. Looking for a lifetime, the dust has not fallen, but people have already been black and blue.

Twenty-six, rainy days, heavy rain last night, I can't get out at all. The thunder and lightning at night woke me up, really!

Twenty-seven, empty and lonely nights are the easiest to miss, every detail is easy to get hurt, and there will always be pictures in my mind, which are memories.

28. The beauty of rainy nights lies in artistic conception, which is endless. Flowers and plants absorb water vapor, and the original intention of death quietly flows away. This is the beauty of rainy nights and the taste of life.

Twenty-nine, romantic words, maple leaf rainy night bridge. At the beginning of China, the full moon became a knight, and the world of mortals wrote and splashed ink to paint. Lingaoge, railing leaning against danger, Cuiliuyuan blowing dike. When you ask about love, it's hard for you to get involved. Sadness and joy are mixed.

Thirty, now I'm not so fantasized, but I still like the rain. When it rains, I like to sit alone in front of the window and count the raindrops.

Thirty-one, a quiet rainy night, a cigarette, a little music and a glass of bitter wine. In fact, I am also intoxicated with this life, but this intoxication is full of sadness.

Thirty-two, no one can finally live what they want. In fact, we are all looking for familiar shadows day after day and naturally holding hands. Think of each other's good, and put each other in your heart as soon as possible. From the beginning, I worked so hard, and then the days of lovesickness became long, and another person was waiting. In my heart, the other person has become a part of my life. There is no thousand words, and there is no need to abuse each other. This is the familiarity you are looking for, and this is the existence of true feelings.

Maybe you are still studying as an adult with your parents' money. You should try your best to lighten the burden on your family. Maybe ambitious. But without parents who are proud of us, your achievements are meaningless. I don't want your hair to turn white when you are old, and my grades at that time will be meaningless. You have always been the people who have been with me for the longest time and supported me most. Therefore, happiness in the future can only be considered as happiness if everyone shares it.

34. Every city is prone to rain, just like I miss you everywhere. Missing is a sweet fruit with acid, especially at night, full of uncertain memories.

Thirty-five, rain, the mood of preparing for a rainy day, like my own feelings, bit by bit, I like rain, like rain and cold to point out loneliness.

Thirty-six, the raindrops fell through, and it was a long night. The moon cloud borrows lonely light. I'll walk along the corridor alone. If you can't fly away after locking the door, when will Wushan dream of help the king? The pillow is cold and fragrant.

In the middle of the night, when you are confused, listening to the rain beating on the window, or even hearing the wind, you will appear more calm, and you will feel more quiet and peaceful in the warm bed.

Thirty-eight, the rain seems to be a little smaller, and the night wind outside the window is telling the messy past. Memories of scenes shivering outside the window. Once past, once face, once rainy night, once.

Maybe your parents are ordinary people. They have little knowledge and a solid family background. But they did their best to give it to you. So when they don't understand you, you have to think from another angle.

Forty, one night, it was cloudy, followed by thunder, and there was lightning and thunder in the sky. The wind, blowing hard, the branches creaked by the wind, and suddenly, it rained cats and dogs.

Forty-one, it is still raining outside the window. I can't sleep with my eyes closed. My mind is full of pictures and memories of the days I spent with her.

Forty-two, raindrops, like pearls, are sprinkled on the river, and the calm water surface ripples. The clever fish jumped out of the water, as if to suck the crystal drops.

Forty-three, the rain fell and soaked the image in my memory, but when I reached out and touched it, it no longer existed. It turns out that everything is just a memory.

Forty-four, there is a kind of love that does not ask for anything in return, but has been paying; There is a kind of love that is unspeakable, but it can shelter from the wind and rain.

Forty-five, where can I find comfort in this somewhat sad rainy night? Who can comfort me in one sentence?

Forty-seven, a gust of wind swept over and brought showers. The rain is as thick and straight as an iron bar, falling from the sky.

Forty-eight, ordinary: I just want to be an ordinary person, starting from the wind and rain of the world. I didn't expect ordinary people to understand it. Ordinary people have to pay too much pain!

Forty-nine, midnight, is the time when people want to cry most, because that is the most lonely time.

50. Time flies and the aftertaste is the fragrance left behind. Cut a memory, mend a broken heart, slowly recall the fleeting time, pick up a piece of debris, and hastily recall that year. A delicate self, with a mottled heart, put down the world's grandiosity. The wine-red sky burned the world, and the noise stopped beating after I left. Time is quiet, if you are fine.

5 1. It has been said that people who listen to the rain are very entangled and easily sentimental. Lonely rainy night, a person tastes loneliness, gets used to loneliness, learns to hide sadness in peace and pretend to be happy.

Fifty-two, the mood is as chaotic as the future. The rainy night outside the window dripped into my heart, drowning a bunch of trivial things, but it didn't drip into the rainy night of mutual confession.

Fifty-three, it's raining again, and the constant lightning and thunder seem to urge the dawn. I'm not afraid, just thinking about how not to lose on a thunderstorm night in the future.

Fifty-four, the east wind is residual, and the west wind is cool. Full moon, full of bitterness, who is listening to who is talking about love. The south wind is sad, and the north wind is sad. Cold rainy night, lonely soul in the city, who can understand my bleak life?

Fifty-five, rain, especially sad, in this rainy night in winter, who can understand my loneliness, who can understand my sadness.

Fifty-six, the willows by the river, this season should be the time to fly in the wind. I listened quietly to the melody of the breeze passing through the willows. The people on the stone bench silently looked at the flying yuhua district, seemingly dissatisfied, thinking about the flowering period of cherry blossoms.

Fifty-seven, rainy night, looking at the window. Listening to the flowers fall to the ground, Priscilla rings. Fear of rivers, turn the sky upside down. What's wrong with leaving the boat by the water? Hard liquor will make you fall asleep and become very cold. The dream is long, and it hurts to miss it.

Fifty-eight, the night began to decadent, how dark the sky was, how beautiful the rain was, how fragmentary those sorrows were, and who I saw. I stood in the lonely past, but I was reborn without any worries.

Fifty-nine, big drops of rain, like bullets, hit the leaves noisily and fell on people with some pain.

60. The rain outside the window began to trickle from yesterday, singing nonstop until late at night, which stirred me up in trouble sleeping.

Sixty-one, rainy nights seem to give everything a soul. When you are afraid, you will feel that everything in front of you and behind you has a soul; Even a stake in front of me has become so weird.

Sixty-two, like a misty rain curtain, slowly hangs down from the blue-gray sky, and the green grass, treetops and buildings in the misty rain are perfectly integrated.

Sixty-three years later, on a rainy evening, in the rain curtain and under the rain pavilion, a woman was holding an oil-paper umbrella, and her hair shawl could only see the beautiful back, but she couldn't see it clearly.

Sixty-four, dark clouds cover the sky, independent eaves. Gray swept the world, and the rainy night was sad.

When I miss you, the aftertaste is a kind of happiness. In the silent night, the breeze brings me pleasant tenderness, and a warm picture emerges in my mind, and romantic tenderness is in my memory. Lack of enthusiasm ebbs and flows. At this time, loneliness is also a luxury, because the heart is choppy and there is spring-like enthusiasm everywhere.

Sixty-six, listening to the rain, listening to the helplessness of the night, the gray is colorless.

Sixty-seven, the world wants to roll the world of mortals, but I like to immerse myself in such a night with autumn rain. Because this is a kind of peace after an epiphany, no one will come to spy on your secret, and no one will disturb your indulgent loneliness at the moment.

Sixty-eight, the time is still so long, the night is so dark, and rainy days always make people sincerely feel a touch of sadness! Finding the shore is still a sigh!

Sixty-nine, again and again. I was tired of crying and was silent. Want to give up, cold. But time has passed, and I still miss it. Can't let go, can't forget, can't quit, can't live without it.

Listen to the rain

It's raining hard. Like a person in the quiet night, listening to the rain.

I like listening to the rain, sweating, shortness of breath and running. The older you grow, the more timid you become. This is by no means cowardly. Behind timidity is the responsibility of slowly understanding; Behind caution is gradual maturity. Work and life are all energy, learn to be tough and fly against the wind in trouble.

Rainy days seem to slow down the pace of life and people are less impetuous. A person does nothing, just lying in bed watching the lingering rain through the window and listening to the ticking rain, everything will become lazy and casual.

There are so many ordinary but moving moments in life that we need to cherish and remember. The colors we have seen, the eye movements at a certain moment, the texture, temperature and texture we have touched, the sound of rain and cicadas we have heard, they pass by and leave, but we are different.

Autumn wind blows, clouds and dust fall, suspicion hangs over the bustling city, forming one rainy season after another, wetting my silent night sky. I like listening to the rain outside the window, dripping like a crying girl, so lovable!

I am not a poet, but I like walking in places with stories, holding a bunch of bright flowers, accompanying peace, listening to raindrops, embracing everything gently and meeting charming plots. Look at the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River and read a lingering red dust gently. At this moment, let the soul wander on the stone steps, hold hands in plain notes, depend on each other in words and accompany in peace. I only hope that the years will be quiet and the poetic Jiang Nanyu will remain warm in this life!

I don't know why, listening to the rain always makes my heart stretch, grow green, have peace and love, and be grateful for life.

Before, I was most afraid of thunder. If you encounter a thunderstorm at night, turn on all the lights and dare not sleep. When lightning strikes, even your breathing becomes cautious. Now, it seems that it is no big deal, just sit quietly and listen to the rain! Life can always temper people very strongly! ?

I like rain, but it also affects my mood. Listening to the rain when you like it is a kind of enjoyment, and feeling the rain when you are depressed is also a kind of trouble. Now, you tell me that I can look back and look forward to the future in the rain. Maybe I should re-examine it.

Hold up the gentle drizzle and nourish the sweet heart; Listen to the beautiful rain and have relaxed memories; Bathe in the showers of happiness and brew a happy life. I wish you all the best and smile every day.

Sitting by the window, I like to listen to the rain quietly, listening to the rain, listening to the interweaving of my heart and the rain curtain, and getting a wet past. Some poems become blurred in the rain, and my heart is immersed in the ticking rain.

Rainy days always make people feel that winter is gone and summer is coming. On such a rainy day, a warm message and a gentle greeting hope to make you feel more happy when listening to the rain.

I fell on the bed and listened to the rain greedily and sadly. I can't bear to leave, and my heart is broken all over the floor.

Rainy weather, like a person to stay quietly in the house, listening to the sound of rain, quietly miss that fleeting encounter.

In the hot summer, it is pleasant to meet a rain, and the cool feeling makes people feel comfortable. Listening to the rain is extremely peaceful. ?

At night, quietly listening to the rain outside the window, fell asleep. Good night, rainy night.

Embroidery, the sustenance of love and affection. Green silk shawl, listening to the rain outside the bamboo curtain, listening to the nocturne in the hazy night, was like water, and was knocked on the door by dreams, stranded for thousands of years. The embroidery needle in April embroidered the fragrant flower season in March and the beautiful encounter between May and deep leaves.

Tears streamed down my face, and I hung two pieces of meat on my body, biting every night. After listening to the rain all night, Funiu burst into tears.

I used to be most afraid of thunder. If there is a thunderstorm at night, I will turn the music on my mobile phone to the maximum volume and dare not sleep. When lightning strikes, even my breathing becomes cautious and my nerves are tense. Now, it seems that it is no big deal, just listen to the rain quietly! Life can always make people strong! ?

Listening to the rain is like falling into a dream that I don't want to wake up.

Insomnia, listening to the rain

I can't sleep on my birthday. I don't know if it's because of age pressure, anxiety or anxiety. At three o'clock in the morning, listening to the falling rain outside and listening to songs with headphones, I probably don't want to grow up and want to be a little girl! Happy birthday.

It is customary to define rain as God crying for me without tears. I am used to thinking and remembering quietly in the rain. Accustomed to countless sleepless nights, holding my knees and listening to the rain.

I can't sleep when it rains. The sound of rain makes me fidgety and bored. I hate rainy days.

Such a cold night, such a cold insomnia, listen to the rain.

Listening to the rain outside the window, sipping slightly drunk, insomnia.

Listening to the rain is one of my favorite things. I shouldn't lose sleep tonight.

I am really poisonous, too. I accidentally fell asleep in the afternoon when it rained, and bought cheese oolong tea at night. Although drinking tea usually won't cause insomnia, I'm really a little energetic now. I can only watch the ball. Croatia won the game away? ?

Listening to the ticking rain outside, I think I have insomnia. Yes, I am stubborn and strong, but what's wrong with me? ?

Listening to the rain outside, I can't believe I only slept for an hour, and then I woke up with insomnia. I brushed Weibo and ate some European and American melons.

All hypnosis methods have been tried, but I still can't sleep. People who suffer from insomnia are the most pitiful. Keep listening to the rain.

If I have insomnia, I'll find a hypnotic song list to listen to. It's all raining. Listen, I can't sleep, and I want to pee.

Last night, I spent the whole night listening to the rain. If we dream together in the rain, how different the realm is, or how delicious it is to lose sleep together in the rain.

I really want to, really want to, really want to get to autumn soon. Listening to the rain and falling asleep, cold goose bumps are the feeling I have to imagine every time I lose sleep. ?

Listening to the majestic rain, thinking about broken thoughts, completely insomnia. I hope it will rain less and less; I hope that the relatives who are evacuating the trapped residents will be steady and steady; I hope I can go to town tomorrow. ?

Listening to the rain, thinking about sad things and people, lying in bed with cold body, insomnia and congestive heart?

Is the sound of rain disturbing my thoughts, or is laziness killing my drowsiness? The rain outside the window wet my eyes, and the sleepless night was a bit difficult.

After listening to the rain for two hours, I still can't sleep. Is this the rhythm of insomnia until dawn?

The taste of insomnia is really hard. I have done enough exercise, but I am still not sleepy or tired. I can only listen to the rain quietly. A new day has begun, come on! ?

Listening to the rain, sleeping, sleeping at home when it rains, just to make up for my insomnia and diarrhea.

Listening to the rain all night, allergic. Insomnia, annoyance.

Talking about the rain outside the window

I walked on a rainy night without you, recalling the day when you said you were sorry, the familiar street, the night without you, and found that there was no you. Tick-tock, rain over the eaves, unconsciously it is another winter. I still miss that familiar street. The rain outside the window is still lingering. I lost my umbrella and walked in the rain. We all think it will not change.

On rainy days, I leaned against the window, listened to the faint rain outside the window through the glass, and saw the misty distant mountains in the rain. Everything around me was gray and I enjoyed it alone.

Like the feeling of rain: listening to the rain outside the window is like living by a stream.

Counting the fallen leaves in front of the door and listening to the rain outside the window, the voice of wading sounded this time. Is your heart wet by the rain?

The rain outside the window is like a note, and the thunder rumbles. The rain in July in the south came in a hurry, came in a hurry, and walked in a hurry, as if walking with the wind and blowing with it; I like this hasty rain, not only because of the coolness he brings in this hot and dry weather, but also because of his decisive and capable true nature, unlike the rain in some cities, which lasts for months.

It is raining outside the window, but I am thinking of you.

The rain outside the window is ticking, and it is how much joy and sorrow.

If there is no trouble in this life, why do you like the rain outside the window?

The sound of rain outside the window touched my words invisibly. The rain fell from the boundless sky and invaded every corner of the city silently.

Gradually listening to the rain outside the window, only the beautiful scenery is printed in my mind.

In this lonely night, listening to the rain outside the window, whispering in my ear, unconsciously dissolving the warm rain in it.

It is raining outside the window, and time is dissolved in the rain. I know I was born in raindrops and will come back.

In the middle of the night, the rain outside the window, like the evening breeze, laments the dead branches and gives the ashes a kiss.

Wake up in the morning and hear the ticking sound outside the window. It is raining again. After a while, the rain seems to be getting heavier, and my sun visor crackles. After a while, the rain became louder, just like someone drumming a small drum on the sun visor.

The rain outside the window is dripping, and the wind is blowing through my heart about you.

The rustling outside the window kept ringing, and I was awakened. When I looked out of the window, it was raining. The road is wet, the rain is falling from the sky, and it is raining in front of my eyes.

When I woke up from a long nap, I heard the rain outside the window. The glass window has been covered with water droplets. Very good! A rainy day. I'm in a good mood at once. I like the cool rain in summer, which makes people relaxed and happy.

Oh, outside the window, it is raining harder and harder, and my skirt is wet. I just turned around and saw an open book "Out of the Window" on the desk by the window. This is Mr. Qiong Yao's early work, and the pages have been wet by the rain. I gently closed the window and temporarily shut the rain out of the window, but I can still enjoy the beauty of the rain.

Outside the window, the rain is beating like a small drum, and Zhihu should sigh.

Outside the window, the rain is like a complaint, whispering endless lovesickness in my ear. Will there be the warmest response in the deepest part of the night?