First, it's raining in Mao Mao. When I looked up, I saw the rain rays under the street lamp, closely intertwined and falling gently, more like water mist, and suddenly my face felt cool and comfortable.
Second, the sadness of the rain filled the whole city, and it was too late to see it clearly.
Three, these days, Xiao Yu, answer and answer, always intermittent, like a cheerful song through time. And those scattered times, like raindrops dripping in my heart like water, are so warm.
4. Raindrops scattered under cherry trees and magnolia trees gently hit the grass on the ground. Slightly passing through the grass, but silently immersed in the land. Perhaps, the light rain belongs to it. Although it floats all over the sky, it will eventually embrace the earth. Perhaps, Xiaoyu is perfect, Xiaoyu is affectionate, because there are people who miss you in the distance.
The wind suddenly becomes chilly, and I want to break my thick collar. When it rains, it is big and small, knocking on the Baise umbrella of passers-by, making people tick.
6. On campus, it is drizzling and cool!
7. The rain outside the window, like a stream in a mountain stream, falls from the eaves. When the wind blows, it will float into a few drops and fall on me. I don't want to close the window, because I want to feel the erosion of rain and miss it as much as rain.
Eight, I like light rain, listening to the sound of light rain ticking, watching light rain hit the leaves of Magnolia grandiflora, cherry blossoms and cedar, watching small water splash on the ground, watching couples snuggle under umbrellas, and watching children running and shouting in the rain. I will look for inspiration for poetry and capture beautiful information. On rainy days, my thoughts will be tender and lingering. I will also tell you quietly, tell you my love and yearning in my heart, and tell you my longing and expectation for the future.
9. Speaking of rainy season, a huge transparent bead curtain hangs in the dark, hazy, like a rising smoke. I am used to walking in the rain, and the comfort in the light rain makes me feel very comfortable. I walked along the path with a small umbrella, not afraid of the light rain getting wet on my coat, but I felt the cool rain, so clear and deep! Clear as an infinitely transparent palace, it deeply rubbed into my heart.
X. Rain is lonely, lonely and confused.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and shook the leaves, just like a symphony of the wind. However, the good times did not last long. Just listen to tick-tock, tick-tock, and a few drops of rain fall on the ground. Rain, coming quietly, brings a touch of freshness, gentleness and mystery.
Twelve, the rain is still falling; I still miss you. I stopped loving you like rain until the day when it stopped raining in the world.
Thirteen, the air soaked by rain, tired and sad, the fairy tale in memory has slowly melted.
The rain in the sky keeps falling, and the city is surrounded by gentle rain, just like a beautiful tulle.
15. Rain is a sad tear of the cloud. When the clouds are gathering, my heart is always lonely, and it is a burst of heart rain.
Sixteen, listening to the rain, like falling into a dream that I don't want to wake up. Music is like a flowing spring, empty drums and guqin breaking the sound of rain, like a long practice. In the traces of Jin Ge's iron horse, there is a dreamy sound like water and tenderness.
17. In the evening, the light rain became bigger, from dribs and drabs to Didi. It's cool, really.
Eighteen, there is no Schubert serenade, no Beethoven symphony exultation, it just falls from the sky in detail and gorgeous. Selflessness permeates indifference, enthusiasm permeates wetness, delicacy permeates warmth, and gentleness swings in delicacy. This is a light rain.
Nineteen, Mao Mao rain, Mao Mao rain. Light rain, quiet and simple mountain spring, with continuous poetry; The light rain in the sky is not gloomy and sad, but fresh and green.
Twenty, pedestrians in twos and threes on the road walked quickly with umbrellas, and their wandering eyes did not understand my sadness. My sadness is a person's sadness. I just want to walk alone in the rain. I don't want them to know my sadness. Raindrops slide down my hair and across my eyes like tears.
Rain has always been used by poets to make sad poems, and every word reveals the sadness of rain. But who can really understand the true sadness of rain?
Twenty-two, oh, light rain, I can't remember how many times, I stood in the light rain, listening to the gentle and blurred rain, watching the hookah holding everything, intoxicated in this misty rain. The beauty of rain and the joy of walking alone touched my endless thoughts until the surprised eyes of passers-by and the cautious words of my mother woke me up. However, when I wake up, it is still a soft light rain, but there are many colorful flowers in the rain, which are fluttering umbrellas and people in the rain.
Twenty-three, light rain drops on green trees, trees are greener, light rain drops on grass, grass is fresher, light rain drops on flowers, and flowers are more colorful. Small raindrops come into this world, and the world is more noisy. It brings fresh air and makes the world full of vitality.
Twenty-four, a night of light rain, pattering, there is no wind, light rain is quietly falling, as if afraid to wake the sleeping people, showing concern bit by bit, bringing a little coolness to this hot summer, watering the fruit trees and crops. How much do you think this light rain should be worth? !
Twenty-five, when I miss the rain, it is when I am extremely sad, and my mood is like a thirsty seedling looking forward to the rain.
The rain stopped and everything became so fresh. The sun came out, and the sun shone on the small raindrops, which was purer. The sun shines on the flowers, and the flowers are more colorful. The sun shines on the grass, and the grass should be crisp and tender.
Twenty-seven, meticulous light rain, lingering light rain. It is a thin finger, a needle, a thin thread, obliquely and densely woven, like the ambiguous feelings of love, flowing with the charm of Tang poetry and Song poetry, washing Jiangnan into a beautiful spring.
28, quietly, I sat at the table, staring at the rain; Listen to this heartbeat; Condensed with this yearning, this unforgettable feeling is deeply rooted in the rhythmic life, and then melts into every drop of rain, which fills every corner of you; Into a trickle, soaking every inch of land you have stepped on.
29. The rain is still falling slowly. In the misty rain, I seem to see the beautiful figure of the girl in front again. However, I always can't catch up.
Thirty years old, I always like to tilt my neck, sing songs and taste the thin rain. The yuhua district is beautifully spread on the gravel road. It contains joy, merges into a clear stream, nourishes the earth, and in a soft and quiet place, there are leisurely feelings flowing slightly.
Thirty-one, the little raindrops are singing and dancing, falling from the air to the eaves, turning gently, drawing a beautiful arc, falling to the ground and instantly disappearing into the gurgling water.
Thirty-two, the rain outside the window stopped, and the rain in my heart stopped. Once upon a time, I was still sighing for my disappointment. Once upon a time, I was still reflecting on the mediocrity at that time. Once upon a time, I was so indifferent in front of dedication.
33. The rain is so beautiful that it makes people cry. Does the departure of the rain also mean that we should end!
34. Raindrops jump naughtily on my umbrella, so lively. On the street, the reflection of traffic is like showing a movie on the concrete road! Colorful umbrellas have sprung up in the market, some striding, some leisurely, and some piled up in twos and threes for discussion. ......
Thirty-five, when it rains again, one year has passed, and you and I have become strangers. Looking at the rain outside the window, I think of you and me, once so familiar but so far away.
Thirty-six, the air soaked by rain is tired and sad, and the fairy tales in memory have slowly melted.
Thirty-seven, the rain is still falling, conveying my sadness naked. I am sad, and so is the rain outside the window. Looking at the vague city and cleaning the windows, there is still no clarity. Will my life be confused by the sadness of rain like this city?
Thirty-eight, the light rain outside the window is falling, falling, falling ......, constantly beating the flawless white window, like a broken pearl and a transparent crystal ball.
Talk about the personality of rain
First, it's raining in Mao Mao. When I looked up, I saw the rain rays under the street lamp, closely intertwined and falling gently, more like water mist, and suddenly my face felt cool and comfortable.
Second, the sadness of the rain filled the whole city, and it was too late to see it clearly.
Three, these days, Xiao Yu, answer and answer, always intermittent, like a cheerful song through time. And those scattered time also like raindrops "answer answer" like water dripping in my heart, so warm.
4. Raindrops scattered under cherry trees and magnolia trees gently hit the grass on the ground. Slightly passing through the grass, but silently immersed in the land. Perhaps, the light rain belongs to it. Although it floats all over the sky, it will eventually embrace the earth. Perhaps, Xiaoyu is perfect, Xiaoyu is affectionate, because there are people who miss you in the distance.
The wind suddenly becomes chilly, and I want to break my thick collar. When it rains, it is big and small, knocking on the Baise umbrella of passers-by, making people tick.
6. On campus, it is drizzling and cool!
7. The rain outside the window, like a stream in a mountain stream, falls from the eaves. When the wind blows, it will float into a few drops and fall on me. I don't want to close the window, because I want to feel the erosion of rain, I want to feel the same thoughts as rain …
Eight, I like light rain, listening to the sound of light rain ticking, watching light rain hit the leaves of Magnolia grandiflora, cherry blossoms and cedar, watching small water splash on the ground, watching couples snuggle under umbrellas, and watching children running and shouting in the rain. I will look for inspiration for poetry and capture beautiful information. On rainy days, my thoughts will be tender and lingering. I will also tell you quietly, tell you my love and yearning in my heart, and tell you my longing and expectation for the future.
9. Speaking of rainy season, a huge transparent bead curtain hangs in the dark, hazy, like a rising smoke. I am used to walking in the rain, and the comfort in the light rain makes me feel very comfortable. I walked along the path with a small umbrella, not afraid of the light rain getting wet on my coat, but I felt the cool rain, so clear and deep! Clear as an infinitely transparent palace, it deeply rubbed into my heart.
X. Rain is lonely, lonely and confused.
1 1. Suddenly, a gust of wind came and shook the leaves, just like a symphony of the wind. However, the good times did not last long. Just listen to "tick-tock, tick-tock", a few drops of rain fell on the ground. Rain, quietly coming, brings a little refreshing, gentle and mysterious. ...
Twelve, the rain is still falling; I still miss you. Until the day when it stops raining in the world, I no longer love you like rain. ...
Thirteen, the air soaked by rain, tired and sad, the fairy tale in memory has slowly melted.
The rain in the sky keeps falling, and the city is surrounded by gentle rain, just like a beautiful tulle.
15. Rain is a sad tear of the cloud. When the clouds are gathering, my heart is always lonely, and it is a burst of heart rain.
Sixteen, listening to the rain, like falling into a dream that I don't want to wake up. Music is like a flowing spring, empty drums and guqin breaking the sound of rain, like a long practice. In the traces of Jin Ge's iron horse, there is a dreamy sound like water and tenderness.
17. In the evening, the light rain became bigger, from dribs and drabs to Didi. It's cool, really.
Eighteen, there is no Schubert serenade, no Beethoven symphony exultation, it just falls from the sky in detail and gorgeous. Selflessness permeates indifference, enthusiasm permeates wetness, delicacy permeates warmth, and gentleness swings in delicacy. This is a light rain.
Nineteen, Mao Mao rain, Mao Mao rain. Light rain, quiet and simple mountain spring, with continuous poetry; The light rain in the sky is not gloomy and sad, but fresh and green.
Twenty, pedestrians in twos and threes on the road walked quickly with umbrellas, and their wandering eyes did not understand my sadness. My sadness is a person's sadness. I just want to walk alone in the rain. I don't want them to know my sadness. Raindrops slide down my hair and across my eyes like tears.
Rain has always been used by poets to make sad poems, and every word reveals the sadness of rain. But who can really understand the true sadness of rain?
Twenty-two, oh, light rain, I can't remember how many times, I stood in the light rain, listening to the gentle and blurred rain, watching the hookah holding everything, intoxicated in this misty rain. The beauty of rain and the joy of walking alone touched my endless thoughts until the surprised eyes of passers-by and the cautious words of my mother woke me up. However, when I wake up, it is still a soft light rain, but there are many colorful flowers in the rain, which are fluttering umbrellas and people in the rain.
Twenty-three, light rain drops on green trees, trees are greener, light rain drops on grass, grass is fresher, light rain drops on flowers, and flowers are more colorful. Small raindrops come into this world, and the world is more noisy. It brings fresh air and makes the world full of vitality.
Twenty-four, a night of light rain, pattering, there is no wind, light rain is quietly falling, as if afraid to wake the sleeping people, showing concern bit by bit, bringing a little coolness to this hot summer, watering the fruit trees and crops. How much do you think this light rain should be worth? !
Twenty-five, when I miss the rain, it is when I am extremely sad, and my mood is like a thirsty seedling looking forward to the rain.
The rain stopped and everything became so fresh. The sun came out, and the sun shone on the small raindrops, which was purer. The sun shines on the flowers, and the flowers are more colorful. The sun shines on the grass, and the grass should be crisp and tender.
Twenty-seven, meticulous light rain, lingering light rain. It is a thin finger, a needle, a thin thread, obliquely and densely woven, like the ambiguous feelings of love, flowing with the charm of Tang poetry and Song poetry, washing Jiangnan into a beautiful spring.
28, quietly, I sat at the table, staring at the rain; Listen to this heartbeat; Condense this yearning ... let this unforgettable feeling go deep into the rhythmic life, then melt into every drop of rain and fill your corner; Into a trickle, soaking every inch of land you have stepped on.
29. The rain is still falling slowly. In the misty rain, I seem to see the beautiful figure of the girl in front again. However, I always can't catch up.
Thirty years old, I always like to tilt my neck, sing songs and taste the thin rain. The yuhua district is beautifully spread on the gravel road. It is full of joy, merged into a clean stream, nourishing the earth. In a soft and quiet place, there are leisurely feelings flowing slightly. ...
Thirty-one, the little raindrops are singing and dancing, falling from the air to the eaves, turning gently, drawing a beautiful arc, falling to the ground and instantly disappearing into the gurgling water.
Thirty-two, the rain outside the window stopped, and the rain in my heart stopped. Once upon a time, I was still sighing for my disappointment. Once upon a time, I was still reflecting on the mediocrity at that time. Once upon a time, I was so indifferent in front of dedication.
33. The rain is so beautiful that it makes people cry. Does the departure of the rain also mean that we should end!
34. Raindrops jump naughtily on my umbrella, so lively. On the street, the reflection of traffic is like showing a movie on the concrete road! Colorful umbrellas have sprung up in the market, some striding, some leisurely, and some piled up in twos and threes for discussion. ......
Thirty-five, when it rains again, one year has passed, and you and I have become strangers. Looking at the rain outside the window, I think of you and me, once so familiar but so far away.
Thirty-six, the air soaked by rain is tired and sad, and the fairy tales in memory have slowly melted.
Thirty-seven, the rain is still falling, conveying my sadness naked. I am sad, and so is the rain outside the window. Looking at the vague city and cleaning the windows, there is still no clarity. Will my life be confused by the sadness of rain like this city?
Thirty-eight, it was drizzling underground outside the window, "patter, patter ..." Ter kept patting the flawless white window, like a broken pearl and a transparent crystal ball.
Famous sayings about rain and rain
In the picture, the dragon doesn't scream, the tiger doesn't scream, the little boy is ridiculous, and the car on the chessboard has no wheels and no horses. The general is wary of one township, two villages and three owners. He doesn't understand the four books, five classics and six classics, and dares to teach seven or eight children. This is bold! Ten rooms and nine poverty, eight hundred and twenty-seven dollars and sixty-five cents, still half-hearted, first-class! Ten thoughts, thinking of your hometown! Eight eyes * * *, flowers and the moon, Chou-heung, Yingying, Yan Yan, Cui Cui, red, harmonious everywhere, rain, wind, flowers, leaves and flowers, flowers, flowers, leaves, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, the ripe fruits in your bathtub are planted in front of your grave every year, and your mother will cook. Flowers bloom sometimes undefeated, and rain falls on the streets without words! Waiting for the flowers to bloom and the rain to fall! Turning a blind eye is like looking at a microscope.
I thought I had seen all the ups and downs, but I was defeated by something I was proud of.
The faint spring scenery falls again.
It was a dull day, but I will never forget it. Not without love and affection, but for love and affection. No matter how many ups and downs there are ahead, I will rush forward regardless of my life. ...
Fifty years later, an old man in his sixties came to the photo studio to take pictures. The guy who took the photo said, "Grandma, smile naturally." The old man was cheated. "How can you laugh naturally?" The young man said, "Think of your best memories."
The old man began to think about it. At that time 50 years ago, the old man smiled with tears in his eyes. Fifty years ago, she was a student and liked a group. She changed herself too much for that group and finally watched them get married. At that time, I was in tears, and the group experienced too many ups and downs, from 12 to 1 1, and from 1 1. But the old man persisted, and she was very proud. She once loved them and gave them all her best memories. The old man came home and took out a box from under the bed, which contained many posters, magazines, bracelets and clothes. Those are her best memories, and there is a mobile phone full of their photos, videos and songs. When the old man turns out a photo, don't bring up the past again. Life is full of ups and downs.
We walked through the ups and downs of those years; We went through hardships in those years. The difficulties in the future will not make me shrink back, because I have you and me in my heart.
His arms are warm enough to help her block all the ups and downs-a kiss: refusing the son Ruxue to marry the husband of Tianwang.
If possible
I want to wear the most beautiful wedding dress for you. If I can, I want to take you to the most beautiful place in the world. If I can, I want to give you the best memories of my life. I hope to paint our bright future with you, experience ups and downs together, and grow old slowly ... If you are accompanied by such ups and downs, you can be frank and open, and you will be far away from this world.
The wind in Saibei
How it rains in Jiangnan is also the ups and downs of QQ space, and you may not understand the rest yourself.
Ups and downs, not necessarily what you really want, have been to many places,
I have also witnessed countless sorrows. The sun is not always bright, and the sky is not always clear. The world, I am like this. Chasing dreams with faith. The bustling streets are bustling, so people come and go anyway. Birds fly by, where are the traces? Have I ever been to this world? I thought deeply, but what's the answer? Sitting on a bench, watching the morning glow all over the sky. The faint candlelight in the vast darkness, can you see that I am watching attentively? Land of silence sighs quietly in time, where it will be, it is my home, the home of my soul. In the evening, the willow flute blew my face wet, and I fell again and again, which made me feel confused. I never wanted to give up my deepest desire and believe that victory is ahead. Along the bumpy road, what remains unchanged is my determined eyes. The inexperienced years are still pure, and that is me, the brightest and most smiling face. Too much helplessness, leaving an image of indifference and selfishness? The only thing I can do is to make myself strong, strong enough to live independently and peacefully, and face the ups and downs in my life, and no longer hate my incompetence. No matter how hard and tired I am, I will be their sun when I am 30 years old in five years. Even if the reality is realistic, I can't be afraid or shrink back.
Some of the beauty we encounter is amazing and extravagant. It's enough to feel it with your heart. Just remember that today is beautiful and now is warm. Raising a heart flower, although a little lonely, is a simple and cold look I like. With a simple and pure heart, collect the feelings and meanings in the sunshine. Everything in this world is simple at first, but it is also beautiful.
An old song will be accompanied by a heart, a sentence and a past. Life is like a sea of smoke, from the first meeting and hating each other, to the leisure chapter of protecting flowers in spring mud. How many ups and downs, bridges painted by willows, green curtains and beautiful scenery have to go through, and understanding is only that place, and thousands of scenery can't reach the freedom and relaxation in my heart. After walking for so long, I finally learned to compromise with time. I will be like a small bridge, without too many waves, but only indifferent. -Chen's "Chen Classic Prose" At that moment, I suddenly felt that the so-called growing old together was not so profound, but in a gentle time, we gradually got used to each other. All the long-term boredom is due to each other's intentions. In these stormy years, I feel that there is no better companionship and understanding than "I want to be United as one, and I don't want to leave each other".
Mountains and rivers are high and low, and Xiu Xiu is everywhere. The ups and downs of right and wrong are always dull
Hello, my name is Yuyu. Hello, my name is Yiyi. Nice to meet you.
I'm going to graduate from primary school. Thank my classmates for taking care of me for six years. Thank the boys in our class for tolerating my unruly (a little harsh), thank my dear girlfriends for accompanying me through the ups and downs in the past six years, thank the teachers for their high hopes for me, and thank all my friends at school for their concern for me ... I still remember my birthday in the past six years, birthday "cakes" and greeting cards filled with QQ mailboxes, and classmates' jokes. O(∩_∩)O In the past six years, there have been jealousy and cold war between girls, fights and quarrels between boys, and even the simplest love between boys and girls. ..................................................................................................................
The most beautiful couplets I saw in Jiangnan are those of Suzhou Netscape Garden: ups and downs, self-knowledge in cold and warm, looking everywhere, Yingying, Yanyan, flowers, leaves, flowers, leaves. -Jiang Xun's "Jiang Xun's detailed explanation of a dream of red mansions"
Whose fault is it?
Spoiled by your love, my heart has been hurt again and again in the corner of winter, and lies have been laughing at my stupidity. Laugh at me for being stupid. My thoughts and concerns are trapped. Only goodness has nowhere to escape. You said I was a firework in your eyes. I burned myself for your beauty. Who will feel sorry for my unhappiness? What can I say in the face of your indifference I can only travel through the internet with confusion. Love cannot tell right from wrong. What can I do to stop tears from falling? After years of ups and downs, the promise of soaking in honey is now air-dried in a corner. Other than that, I have nothing to say ... your voice.
Were you hoarse and crying in the vast street last night? I know there is too much helplessness in the world. I can only face it until last night. Today, your embarrassment turned into calmness. Only that hoarse voice announces what happened, but you always smile and say that everything is fine. You don't need to care about hiding the past. You are always worried about whether I will worry about whether you will find my heartache. You forget it. My deep feelings are shared, and I am willing to share the ups and downs of the world with you, but you have hurt me so deeply that I am in full swing.
Pride and prejudice; I am full of acacia, such as One Day in Sanqiu. Ups and downs, the years are long. The nobility of life lies in the awakening of life. There is no mysterious force that determines that life will always be a slave to worry. Break through troubles, transcend troubles, pursue the wisdom of life optimistically, be kind to people who come and go, appreciate the ups and downs of life in mixed feelings, broaden the heart of goodwill with a firm heart, and never be silent or erupt in troubles. In the troubled world, live high's calm, heavy, indifferent, peaceful and clear heart has turned this century into a pair of affection and friendship. -Mr. Yu Heng extends his hands to the whole world.
He hugged me trembling and cried, I will accompany you. Don't be afraid. Don't scare me.
Looking at this radiant man who has experienced ups and downs, his heart is as painful as being gouged out. I want to raise my hand to wipe away my tears, but my body can't move. Finally, I just said faintly: I'm fine. I want someone who can shelter me from the wind and rain, not be my ups and downs.
I hope you are the one who accompanied me through the ups and downs, tasted the changes of the world, walked through the thorns, and finally accompanied me to see the running water.
I don't know how many people and things I will miss in my life, but I just want to bathe in the sunshine with you every morning and hold up your loneliness with my palm under the earthly eaves. Every window of life will light up a warm lamp, and what I want is not to miss you, but to be close to you, and even through ups and downs, I can achieve the happiness we want.
The vast sea of people is like a wilderness, ups and downs all the way.
It's time to tell you that you have come all the way to my heart. If I see you, I will be lucky to have you and me after that.