Excellent composition on rainy nights

In daily study, work or life, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. So how to write a general composition? The following is my excellent composition on a rainy night. I hope it will help you.

Rainy night excellent composition 1 The rain outside the window keeps falling, and my heart is tossing and turning. Lonely, lonely? I shudder at the thought of this and want to laugh, but it is clear that a string of crystal tears-a little sweet and a little salty-is flowing down from the corner of my eye. It seems to be mixed with ghosts.

Hey! When time slipped through my fingers, I began to slowly calm down and count my time pulleys. In a twinkling, another lonely May Day came, with no expectation. Friends said they would make friends with their former classmates when they got together, so they made an appointment to play together. When I got home, I only dug up a few yellow phone books, and my hands were shaking-for a long time, so long that I forgot. Looking at the thick cobwebs on the book, I suddenly opened the dusty memory and tears came again. Inadvertently, the wind blowing in from the window blew away my memory-only my emotions. I shook my head and looked at the rain curtain outside the window, and my heart was half cold. But I still made a phone call excitedly. "DuDu-"The voice I was about to say hello was suddenly interrupted by the busy tone. Suddenly, a wave of fear came to my mind. I didn't have time to have any ideas, so I dialed another number immediately. I did this time, but my old friend's answer made my tears flow out again. "Sorry, I have to make up a missed lesson-"I hung up before she finished. Guilt and fear swept through my mind without warning. Maybe everything has changed, everyone has matured and lost a lot of childishness. Staring at the phone seems to see through instantly.

Finally, I couldn't help my inner suffering, and tears rolled down like autumn water. There is something sliding in your heart, and bitterness will sting your internal organs. Autumn wind knows me, I think. Its boldness opened the bad feelings in my heart, scraping away not only yellowed books, but also endless worries. I thought to myself, when did I become so depressed and so affected? It's a pity. In my dream, I hated the lingering feelings of the literati in that ancient poem a thousand times. Suddenly, I fell into the trap myself-my own ridicule. My mouth twitched at the thought. Another gust of wind pulled me into reality.

How to explain to classmates, thinking about the intimacy between classmates and old friends, the jealousy in my heart will open. "avoid!" My heart answered my question, "Is this ok?" "Of course, will you be laughed at?"

The urgent call of "Ding Ling-"interrupted the contradiction in my heart. It turned out that my classmates asked about the progress and asked me to go. Depressed!

Think, think. I fell asleep with sour tears in my eyes-

The first ray of sunshine in the morning shines like never before, shaking like a lifetime ago. Open the curtains, it's another hopeful day, let it go! Then I smiled-as beautiful as a rainbow after the rain!

The window trembled dully, groaned in a low voice and clicked. The door is closed, the outside is in chaos, and the lights inside are pale. A frightening silence, let the raindrops made of stone beat on the glass window and let the night rage outside. I was under the covers, and Reed's heart was pounding in my chest. Actually, it's still early, it's only 8 o'clock, but ... when the storm waved its whip wildly, the window shook violently and gave a terrible whimper. I pulled the quilt over my head, trying to calm my frightened heart and muttering to myself.

"Ah, it's just raining ... well, really ... what the hell? Pure fiction! Yes, indeed. " I feel like a deer bumping around in my heart. In an instant, my eyes were pale, accompanied by roaring thunder. I almost jumped up, grabbed the quilt and covered my head. I stare big eyes, panting, and my stomach fluctuates violently with my heartbeat. The dense black canopy is swaying and waving thick branches, which is just the opposite of the quiet and clear green light in the sun. It is gloomy, it seems to hide endless darkness, and it seems to reflect thousands of figures. Sharp fingers scraped the window and there was a harsh cry. I am trembling slightly, and my heart has long been unknown. Only fear rises and falls in my heart with breathing. "I hope I am still alive tomorrow morning …" My nose is restless, my face is sweaty and my body is huddled up.

The bang is unusual. It had a magnetic shock, and then it screamed wildly. I suddenly got up and looked around. As if another 100,000 drums were ringing at once, I swallowed ten frozen raw eggs, and I was afraid and surprised. I got out of bed gently and carefully checked every place in the house, under the bed, under the table and in every corner. This is a little comfort. I stuck my head out of the window, and several street lamps were shining with warm colors. I closed the window, looked around at the cold, and then hurried back to bed. Glancing out of the window from the bed again, the storm still roared efficiently, and the dilapidated and mottled house cast a sinister shadow. Who is knocking at the window? The noise of "Hua Hua" laughed slyly. ...

I slept, slept, slept on a rainy night, but there was a tiger snoring in my dream. ...

Rainy night excellent composition 3 At night, it began to rain, not very big, but it was discernible. In the palm of the wind, raindrops fall obliquely like thin and long embroidery needles, like transparent and dense curtains hanging between heaven and earth, leaving traces on the windows. The sky is silver gray, and the west is whiter. The ground is covered with a thin layer of water. Hold your breath, there seems to be a sound; Nose slightly open, the smell of wet soil.

In retrospect, time really left me without nostalgia! As if yesterday was just around the corner, I was still smiling mercilessly. Today, I began to look for the true meaning of life. ...

Listen, the rain outside the window just stopped for a while, and now it's raining heavily again. Just listening to the rain, I really feel that the rain is like a child, naughty and lovely.

It suddenly occurred to me that I read a sentence by Nalan Rong Ruo a while ago: "If life is just like seeing it for the first time", I felt a lot. Imagine if life is like meeting for the first time-leave an impression in your heart, even if you don't have an impression, just meet once, without love and hate, without ups and downs, how wonderful it would be, and we all live in peace. In particular, the word "only" deeply touched me. I forgot who said, "Look back 500 times in my last life, and I will see it in my life.". If it is really like what the poem says, that kind of life should be peaceful and calm. It's a bit like Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden, which is ideal. Think of the past in school, face familiar faces every day, see more than 800 times, all kinds of grievances, like it or hate it. If it is only the first time, what kind of scene will it be? Every time I think about this, I feel a little melancholy and sigh that the world is like floating dust.

Thinking about it, suddenly I couldn't hear the rain. Looking up out of the window, there was only silence. The light of the street lamp reflected on the small pool on the ground, which was a little dim. A few leaves also join in the fun, quietly hiding in the light. Facing the light, there is a kind of dark green, which is actually a fresh feeling and more charming than during the day. Suddenly, the breeze blew, and the leaves swayed in one direction and gently swayed. Then the half-bright and half-dark water surface caused ripples, probably because the wind helped the water fall, and the water droplets on the leaves slipped naughtily. The wind blowing on my face is a little cold, but it is very comfortable. After blowing, I feel a little warmth coming from my heart, and then it slowly flows all over my body, transferring the warmth to all parts of my body.

It suddenly occurred to me that I had been standing by the window. It's nice to stare out like this. Really happy. How many times in life can you have such an opportunity to quietly recall and express your feelings alone? I'm afraid not much.

Excellent composition on rainy nights 4 "Boom! ! "He was growling, clamoring for his dissatisfaction. "Xi xi! ! "He is crying, crying his inner fear.

Another rainy night. Do you remember the girl who cried in the corner with Yangwa in her arms because she was afraid of rainy nights? I think you have forgotten, otherwise you wouldn't have left her.

You love her so much! She is like a part of you, following you like peas and carrots. Let her blossom more than others in the greenhouse. You never let her get hurt and wronged, never let her do any housework, and stay with her every day. Every time you are in danger and sad, you always protect her as a king and warm her with your great and strong back.

"Lovely, baby, don't be afraid, dad is here, but it's raining! Come, come, hug your father and put you to sleep. "

"Then you don't leave! I am afraid! "

"Well, never leave." Firmly promised to encircle her heart word by word, and slowly fell asleep with a serene smile! "

But now, you are firmly cursing her, breaking her heart word by word, and falling asleep with anxiety and tears.

When did it start? I don't know, but I remember the sentence you left at that time: you have grown up and it's time to face it.

Since that sentence, you have never loved her so much that she has experienced all kinds of emotions. You will let her do housework. When she is wronged and crying, you always say, "Why are you crying?" ! Get out. "Often, tears will only flow more wantonly.

When she is in trouble, you no longer protect her as a king, but always push her forward from behind, or leave coldly.

It's raining again, and she's still crying in the corner with the doll in her arms. The difference is that you still haven't appeared.

"hey!" The door opened, and you were fierce. You said to her, "Why are you crying?" ! Go to sleep quickly! "

His fierce words angered her: "You have changed. You have never done this to me before. You said you would always be with me. You are a liar, a liar. Get out. I hate you. Get out! " She gave a roar, and the doll hit him. Tears wet her hair and made her heart drip!

He hesitated for a moment, perhaps unexpectedly! But after all, I left cruelly, leaving only that sentence: "You will grow up on your own eventually, and you will understand eventually!" " "

Tonight's rainy night, there is no longer the girl holding the doll, only the anger of the rain, because she has grown up, stood on her own feet and is strong, and finally understands that he still loves her so much, not more, but in a different way.

It is still raining, but she is calm and serene.

The West Lake shrouded in the night is covered with a hazy gauze, and all the scenery is illusory and real, adding a little mystery to the West Lake.

During the National Day, my sister who went to college went to Hangzhou. In the evening, our family of four walked along the lake with umbrellas. Different from the past, it was night and it was raining, which made me appreciate the unique charm and beauty of the West Lake.

The banks of the river are hazy and wonderful, and the drizzle is like a needle, as if the sky had specially covered the beautiful China calligraphy with a veil. Under the shade of the tree, the green flag at the foot is uneven, emitting an ancient flavor, adding a bit of dreamy interest to the West Lake on a rainy night. The dike is long, but no one always stops to have a rest. Me, too, always attracted by the sudden scenery in front, go straight ahead. The distance is dark and deep, full of magic.

The musical fountain is hazy and elegant. It's wonderful to stand on the broken bridge and enjoy the fountain. Although far away from the fountain, the music is intermittent, but watching it suddenly spray a few feet high, sometimes alternately rotating, ever-changing colors of the fountain, but you can imagine a soft classical melody.

Lakes and mountains are hazy and quiet. This is just like ink painting! The composition rendered with a lot of pen and ink is a lake; Sketched with a fine pen, it is the mountains in the distance. I suddenly understand why landscape painting is still charming, even if it is only with brush strokes. Ink is the hue of these landscapes.

This is not monotonous, but it can make the picture more primitive and simple. The same is true of the West Lake at night. The lake is slightly undulating, with a white light like a fish scale. The lake was dark and finally out of sight. The sky is connected with water, and there is a mountain with alternating light and dark in the middle as the interval. The mountains are sometimes undulating and sometimes flat. Vaguely, I saw a tower. That's the Leifeng Tower. I can't help but think of the legend of the white snake I heard when I was a child.

In the distance, a cruise ship came slowly, and the faint yellow light set off the tranquility and serenity of the night. In the middle of the lake, there is a bright bead. What is that? Before I thought it over, the cruise ship came. The cruise ship left and found that the ripples spread and the "pearl" was broken. I'm sorry, I saw a strange phenomenon: the fragments were recycled together. How strange! After thinking for a moment, I smiled with relief.

Beautiful West Lake! I can't help but sigh sincerely. The beautiful scenery makes people forget the hustle and bustle of the city, and all the troubles are gone. Let me sit quietly on the bench and enjoy the long-lost peace with the West Lake.

Rainy night's excellent composition 6 The rushing rain is full of gloomy and depressing world, as if dominating this space, roaring and roaring without restraint. ...

Large dark clouds began to gather in the evening, as if someone had sounded the assembly number and called them all together. As time goes on, the dark clouds gather more and more, and the area covered is getting bigger and bigger.

Then, the wind rose, like a robber taking advantage of the fish in troubled waters. In this dark world, it became more and more rampant, just like injecting an exciting drug, which rolled up the dust accumulated on the ground, and the tiny sand grains were also taken up and danced in the air, which was particularly ferocious. The doors and windows of the surrounding houses "snapped", like a mountain thief yelling at the people inside. In this city shrouded in haze, any creature seems so small and powerless. "Ta-", a drop of water falls freely from the dense dark clouds, falls to the ground, splashes tiny water, then seeps into the dust and returns to the earth. It seems that because of the "vanguard troops", the water droplets hiding in the clouds poured down, and in a short time, they were woven into rain curtains.

The rain beads are like warriors who are not afraid of death, impacting every inch of land and every building. Incandescent lamps illuminate the pavilions of this city, and the rain hits the blue tiles, flows down from the roof, and gathers into a series of water flows, like waterfalls, pouring down from the eaves, and some flow out from the drainage pipes, forming a puddle mixed with yellow mud on the uneven muddy path.

Walking in the street, the water mist splashed on the ground by rain makes it like a dream. Occasionally, cars can be seen passing by on the road, splashing the water beach piled up by the roadside in an arc. Then the car slowly drove away and disappeared into the rain, and peace was restored here.

On the glass window, the water mark lingers on it, just like a girl attached to a lover who met after a long separation.

I watched the rain quietly, watching it beat the earth, beat the high wall, beat the glass, and then fell unwillingly, leaving irregular traces, showing its strength and pride. Everything outside the window, I can't see clearly, and the rain covers everything. I lay on the sofa and thought, is there anyone in this city who watches the rain like me? On this noisy rainy night, listening to the melody without rhythm, my heart is trembling and I can't sleep peacefully.

I am waiting for the dawn, perhaps only the dawn can dispel all this, expecting a beam of light that penetrates the clouds to shine on the glass window covered with rain beads and reflect a gorgeous rainbow. ...

One morning during the summer vacation, I got up before dawn. Early in the morning, my mother, father and I arrived at Beijing Railway Station. I am very excited because we are going to climb Mount Tai.

The train galloped all the way, leaving at 10 in the morning and arriving in taishan station at 5 pm.

In the evening 12, we started to climb Mount Tai. Adults say that climbing Mount Tai at night is for sunrise in the morning.

We climbed the winding mountain road with flashlights. The sky is dark, the roadside trees are towering, the branches and leaves are lush, and the weather is extremely sultry. Soon, our clothes were soaked with sweat. Mount Tai is really high, and the steps are one after another, so I can't climb to the end. Mother suggested going to the roadside shop to have a rest. I sat on the root of the tree, ate two pieces of egg yolk pie, a sausage, drank a few mouthfuls of spring water from Mount Tai, and felt my strength again. Mother said, "Let's have a rest." "No, you can't see the sunrise if it's late." Then I picked up the trekking pole and climbed to the top of the mountain.

Grandpa, grandma and children younger than me who set out with us are far behind us. Those strong big brothers and sisters have left us. At this time, the sky suddenly thundered, and a downpour accompanied by rumbling thunder fell from the sky. Sweat mixed with rain slipped down my forehead and face, and I was soaked to the skin. I discussed with my parents whether to take shelter from the rain first. I said, "keep climbing, I want to watch the sunrise!" " "Say that finish, I am full of energy, with the pouring rain to climb to the top of the mountain.

After three hours of climbing, we finally climbed the Zhongtianmen. There are many people here, and everyone is sheltering from the rain under the eaves. Mother told me that we couldn't see the sunrise because of the rain. Hearing the news, my eyes filled with tears. How tired I am when I climb the mountain. I want to have a rest. I insisted again and again just to watch the sunrise. I walked into a teahouse with my parents in tears, rented two coats and went to sleep.

It was dawn, and we went to Jade Emperor Peak by cable car. The scenery here is really beautiful! Thick clouds are floating in the air, as if I had become a fairy and could walk on them. Suddenly, I didn't see Sunglow's unhappiness swept away.

Looking at the majestic Mount Tai and recalling the experience of climbing the mountain, I learned to be persistent and brave, and I also learned a truth: set a goal, persist, persist, and persist … then the goal will be achieved.

The rapid rain outside the window is ticking-the other night, my heart seemed to be blocked by something and I was bored. Thinking about something quiet. Well, some bad words and scribbled words have written some emotional support. Should I show them to her? Over and over again in my mind. Forget it, I don't want to. Outside the window, the moderate rain continues. Looking at the dark night sky outside the window, I sat up slowly, turned off the fluorescent lamp, and groped for the small lamp I bought in the street under the boring bed. I don't know if it can be regarded as a desk lamp. The dim light spread out, and the small room was blurred by the dim light. Silent. My mind gradually calmed down and became quiet. I went to the bookshelf and touched a book. I went back to bed and read the title of Yu's "Listening to Morning Rain" in the dim light. There is a recliner on the white cover of The Book by the Sea ―― We rest peacefully here, listening to stories with infinite thoughts, and our thoughts spread. I bought this book by accident when I went to Xinhua Bookstore to find a book one day, but I lost my feeling when I looked at it. Open the cover slowly after a long time of dust, and the white title page comes into view. It's still the same chair and the seaside, but there is a cup of coffee next to it, risking white gas. Gently turn to the text, and the dim light is reflected on the grayish yellow paper, and the handwriting is somewhat blurred.

The rain outside the window is still falling, and the sound of rain is full of this silent night. Together with the author, we have gone through it together, to the hometown of windmills-Holland, to the country that advocates white-Iraq, to the country of Buddhism-India, and to the decline of the Feng-Shui Pavilion written by Mr. Wang; Sad for Su Shi together; Together, I am intoxicated by the beautiful piano sound of Guangling San, and I am sad to lose this beautiful piano sound; Let's savor it together in this quiet rainy night. Thoughts are prolonged, hearts are filtered and emotions are sublimated; Close the book and stare out the window. The dark sky seems to have magical attraction, attracting people's attention. "Whistle-"The whistle of the train sounded, and my thoughts shrank like a flood. I shook my head, rubbed my eyes, looked at the clock, and by the dim light, it seemed to be close to 3: 30 in the morning. I put the book on the bed, turned off the light and lay down to sleep. Quiet rainy nights seem quieter.

It's raining, and how much acacia lingers in the country of memories, with delicate flowers in full bloom, with a faint fragrance and no sad color. It's quiet in the rain, and it seems that I want to write down my sadness with drizzle. On a dark rainy night, the rain tells my sadness, so I miss you. Let my sadness stay in your world and warm my heart, even if you don't care, leaving no trace, just like acacia.

On a quiet rainy night, I sat by the computer and looked at the flashing head, carefully reading your sad words, listening to your sadness and carefully reading your loneliness. Reading your words every night has become a habit of my life, and I gradually find that without your words, emptiness has come to my mind, and a touch of sadness is a touch of loneliness. This time, I'm afraid I really fell in love with you. The silent rainy night soaked my soul and thoughts. Your words aroused my determination to write, thinking that words had gone away from me. Walk into the world of prose and your words. I'm not alone. My heart is dripping in your words, delicate, my heart is gradually softening, and my heart is gradually calm, as light as water and as quiet as ice floes.

In rainy nights, street lamps are flashing, and pedestrians on the road are in a hurry, gradually disappearing into my sight. I am touching my heart. I really want to hold a glass of hard liquor, let myself indulge in the songs of my hometown, let the melody float into your country with the rainy night, and let you enjoy it. I don't want to leave for a long time.

Memories fly away in yellowed photo albums, and time passes. Love sinks, my heart aches, I am awake, my thoughts are not chaotic, I turn around and go back to the computer, feeling the tranquility, loneliness and profundity of rainy nights!

Quiet rainy night, at this time, do you miss me on the other side like I miss you? The drizzle is swaying in the breeze, my thoughts are slipping in the drizzle, and there is a world of mortals. Who is waiting? Tonight, I will bury my lovesickness. Tonight, I will seal it forever and wait for the reunion after a thousand years. At that time, I will bury my happiness and still hold your hand and walk the world of mortals.

Quietly, the memory fades and the past is gone.

Excellent composition on a rainy night 10 An unknown heavy rain came quietly without warning, which made people unprepared.

In the dark, the rain curtain fell from the sky, and the whole city was covered with rain, adding a noise to the originally lonely night. Thick raindrops fell and beat against the window. It is raining harder and harder. I looked out through the window, and there was an incomparably wide bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth. The rain fell on the opposite roof, splashing on the roof like a thin layer of smoke. The rain ran down the eaves and began to form a line like a broken bead. There is more and more water on the ground, which flows into streams.

I stood at the window with raindrops hanging in front of me like a big net.

The rain is getting smaller and smaller, dripping, not like rain, like fog, and the world in front of us is blocked in the dense rain. Looking into the distance, streets, buildings, pedestrians, leaving only a vague corridor. There were several deep thunders in the sky, and the rain seemed to be pushed up for a while. However, after a while, it was small again.

It is drizzling outside the window, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a small dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window. I walked into the rain and fog, and suddenly, a fresh and cool feeling penetrated my whole body. Raindrops are cold in my body, but somehow there is a damp and warm smell in the air. Raindrops fell on my head and body. I lie on my back with my eyes closed and my mouth open. Suddenly I feel as if I have grown a lot under the drizzle.

Pedestrians on the road are walking in the rain with umbrellas. Naturally, there are also soaked.

Beans-sized raindrops fell to the ground, splashing like a small fountain. When the splash falls on the ground, it becomes a small bubble, which looks like a transparent hat. It's really interesting to watch the raindrops turn into little hats!

It's raining harder and harder. I have to leave this rain that moistens everything.

When I got home, it was still raining, but it was not as heavy as before. Pedestrians in the street put away their umbrellas and enjoyed the joy brought by the rain for a moment.

Excellent composition on a rainy night 1 1 says that the teacher is a hard gardener; This is a burning candle; This is a selfless silkworm. ..........................................................................................................................................................................

I remember it was a rainy night. I am doing my homework at home, but I find that I have forgotten my Chinese exercise book. I have no choice but to go to school to get it. It was almost ten o'clock at that time, and it was raining harder and harder. But it was the end of the term, and I was in a hurry, so I forgot so much and ran directly to school.

When I arrived at the door of the class, it was strange that the lights in the class were still on. Today, I am on duty. The lights were clearly turned off after school. Forget it, it's still important to take the book. I ran in, and what I saw was Mr. Chen busy correcting his homework. "Xu Jing, what brings you here so late? Take a book? " "Well, I left in such a hurry tonight that I forgot to bring my Chinese exercise book." Hearing the teacher's words, I immediately promised, "Hey, Miss Chen, are you still correcting your homework here so late?" Hearing this, Mr. Chen turned to me and said, "No, this is the last stage. It doesn't matter how busy you are as long as you do well in the exam. It was also approved at eleven o'clock yesterday. " I saw Mr. Chen's tired face and thought: Mr. Chen is so busy and tired that we don't know. He is still so relaxed that he doesn't do his homework seriously. He will work overtime in order to revise his homework as soon as possible tomorrow. What a conscientious teacher! A warm current comes to my mind, and I just want to say, "Thank you, Teacher Chen!" "

I found my exercise book and said, "Miss Chen, I'll go first." I thought Mr. Chen wouldn't say anything, but before I left, he didn't forget to say, "It's raining heavily outside. Be careful. Do your homework and go to bed early. You must ensure the amount of sleep before you can go to mental school tomorrow. " After listening to this, I am even more grateful to Mr. Chen, thinking: Mr. Chen is so tired after working overtime and still cares so much about the students. Mr. Chen, you are really conscientious! Teacher Chen, you are really a good teacher!

The rain outside is small, and the rain in Mao Mao is like a teacher's little care, pouring into my heart; The drizzle dripped into my heart like the teacher's little sweat; That drizzle is like a teacher's little knowledge, teaching us and giving us expectations!

After listening to these words, we are even happier. I covered my stomach and said, "We are not service … service … staff …" There was another burst of laughter. Why do you always ask me? "Listening to cicadas on rainy nights is a refreshing spirit and the beating of the soul. But it doesn't matter, with so many angry mosquitoes around, women can also protect men; That time, you endured the noise and watched the first fireworks with me. I know you're scared, and so am I.

Pushing open the window, a slight cold wind came to my face, which made people tremble. It turns out that winter has gone, and spring has come in the casual cycle of the four seasons. Although it is early spring, the rain is thin and cold, but it has a cold breath of winter.

The dark sky dripped with water like a wet curtain. The occasional shining light instantly breaks up the darkness of the night and explodes the silence of the night.

Rain drops down the canopy, dancing lightly in the reflection of street lamps, and dripping jade beads tap on the eaves and windows, making this quiet night look vivid.

The rain, thin and lingering, is like a hand gently touched by the spring water by the Huansha stream and brushed the heartstrings, so my heart is wet.

Close the window, return to calm and open the newspaper of the day. As far as I can see, sister Lin, who was hyped by the media, fled into an empty door and was bored.

Suddenly, I wonder, what prompted Sister Lin to see through the world of mortals, throw away all foreign things and escape into an empty net? Is Buddhism really the place where we can't forget all the troubles in the world? If there is, will I give up everything?

Think carefully, from birth to death, for us, it is just a process of happiness or pain or exhaustion. We came naked and went naked. In fact, in the end, we can't take anything away, we can't catch anything, and fame and fortune eventually become foreign things.

Heart, can't help gray.

I have always felt that people living in this world have the right to choose their own way of life, as long as this way does not hinder others. Or, because of celebrities. The life of a star always makes the media particularly sensitive and makes the public have the desire to peep. Even if people choose a quiet world, they are still quiet.

The world is really helpless sometimes. Fortunately, I am just an ordinary person, and it is easy to get the peace that those stars want with all their wrists. Although nameless and unprofitable, they are content with it.

This may be what the Buddha said, there are gains and losses.

I dare not think deeply, for fear that I will be inexplicably sad.

Play a CD for grading guzheng music. Running water in the mountains, fishing boats sing late, Lin Chong runs at night, and rain hits the banana window. ...