The rain falls beautifully, like a fence made of love silk. Leaning alone by the window, looking at the sentimental string of pearls, I kept sighing. Have you ever seen someone holding his chin in his hands, with such a sad and confused expression that one cannot bear to look at it? I love rain, I love seeing rain, I love hearing rain, I love thinking about rain, and I love thinking about rain. Rain is like hope, expectation, and faith; rain is like an oath, a promise, and waiting. Waiting for another rain, waiting for another failure, waiting for another rebirth, and waiting for another thought of rain.
The cold wind blew up the decadent willow branches, struggling feebly in the wind and rain, as if for survival. It is also waiting, waiting for rebirth, waiting for withering, waiting for the reincarnation of life.
People are hiding, they are afraid of the coldness of the rain, the cruelty of the rain, and the heart-wrenching nature of the rain. And I am not afraid! I am a lone ranger, just like the rain, walking alone and never intersecting with these thousands of threads.
The yellow leaves were lifted up by the wind, rising and falling. I wanted to embrace the earth but could not reach it; I wanted to fall into my mother's arms, but the ruthless cold wind separated heaven and earth forever.
I don’t know if there is anyone as lonely as me at this moment. I think there must be, because there is so much beautiful sadness and coldness in the world. It is this sadness and coldness that locks the distance between us, just like now I am inside the house, but the sound of rain is outside. Although rain and tears seemed to flow from my heart, it didn't rain in the house after all. What caused the distance between us? Is it just a separate window? Is it a house? no. It's our soul!
"When the heart is rainy, the sun is also rain; when the heart is clear, the rain is also clear." Why does everything happen in this autumn when the colors are dark and the sky is pale? The mind is confused and the things are indifferent! Besides feeling melancholy in front of the rainy sky and sighing to myself, what else can I do?
Oh! Go for a walk in the rain! Traveling endlessly in the cold crystal palace, taking in the sun, moon and stars, and then closing your eyes to look at the vicissitudes of life. How many 365 days have you spent in the rain? Failure hurts my soul, and the distance locked by the beautiful coldness makes me bear it alone. The world is so ruthless, but I live in this ruthless world, and this world is right in front of me!
Look up and let the frozen raindrops hit your face. I have found many reasons to deny myself and many reasons to affirm myself. Nervously, I looked for many aphorisms and quotes from famous people to encourage myself to give up my weakness, and then forgot them all in an instant, calling myself "crazy!" Maybe I was really going to become a psychopath. The rain flowed down my face and towards my heart. Some people say that after the raindrops fell to the ground, they did not disappear, but went into people's hearts. In fact, as long as life runs out of warmth, the theme of no regrets will be revealed!
God loves to play tricks on people. It was clear that the sound of rain was gradually stopping, but now it has accelerated again and my clothes are already soaked. Why! Just let this holy spirit cleanse my dirty body and mind! Let me cry once in the rain, walk in the rain, and tell my heart to the heavy rain. No one will see me cry in the rain! At this moment, I really hope that all the water will freeze, so that the falling flowers will not cry about the ruthlessness of the flowing water. Can all the water freeze? cannot. The seasons are changing, life is reincarnating, and the pace of flowing water is always in a hurry. I still have to look forward to another 365 days.
365 days is a vow and a wait. Maybe the rainy season came at the wrong time, leaving heartbroken pain on the green grass. After this painful season, I still need to wait, wait for the next 365 nights, wait for a season of real rain!