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Rain - a thin one

Rain - a thin one

Rain, the rainwater is made at the eaves, pada pada, as the tears that are shed, like dripping the wound of lagging behind again

Wet weather, wet mood, wet heart. The state of mind is touching like drizzle, do not stop, can not look at the end.

It was vigorous, dull like water now once.

Thin, it is today's mirage phantom, yesterday's shade. It is a footprint that was once left, it was water that overflowed the wet wet seal that the riverbed was left, .

Thin, it was slim and graceful that everything came, the ones that came made people difficult to perceive. Like a stick of hair dropped gently, no one takes notice of, but I have seen, close the eyes, countless ties.

You think eyelash feather that he stick up slightly soak dew, blink close one's eyes, continue to hold like fibres of lotus root in eyelash badminton, because it is full and sad to dip in above, that is an experience in the past. I know your whole life has been already completely cool, I know your world is so quiet, I know your universe has been already unable to rotate. I know, I understand, but I am reticent, have nothing to say in reply.

You are also light, light and once dense.

Thin, in fact more too a bit no light, nothing but the dense excuse, the dense substitute.

I wonder why the total boundary of this song winds in one's ear: ' leave my sadness oneself, let you take away, hereafter have no longer in your beauty   '


Rainy day --Purple

    It is purple to like, because it is always remembered by me,    -------is more beautiful in the rain.

    The corner, depend on this purple umbrella, the rainwater arranges the open canopy, flow, smell Yu Xiang that remains in the air

        Outside the window, the rainwater is hit on the window, without rhythm, without melody, but pleasant, there is one kind of feelings firstly before becoming melody in love, like striking on the piano, a purple sorrow spring.

1 Kommentar 15.12.09 08:54, kommentieren


Anchor a vessel in the South

Not drifting until not one day, I have been thinking so all the time, are tired and drift. However, to drift about with ink like a ship without rudder straight, whether no matter burning hot Pearl River or yellow wave great wave, not washed this verb and left to drift.
Close several of mountain again, where the township closes, there is homeland of gull's egret there. Come the South nowadays, warm beautiful China the South, gentle land of rivers and lakes, graceful weeping willow, the South beauty of the soft words of graceful bearing.
But it has already been out that fish's rice is fragrant, where to go quarry the hands of jade of lotus? There is only the rate of traffic flow of steel, the gray overpass, the high building of the skyscraping pushes water into a thin and thin waterline, bleach several shabby cement ships in being dark green. The feeling given to me now in the South in the dream is like this.
It is very cold in the hometown that remembers childhood, the poverty is a cold accomplice, the sharp cold wind penetrates the weak cotton-padded clothes, I always call in spring as to the cold number bird. Concept of the South whether teacher say often it's like spring all the year round at that time. Though the music at that time was exhausted, the South sung in a piece of classics " Nanniwan ", it sounds warm. Have gone to school and seen the fuzzy picture of the South on the textbook dimly. Yes the fairy poet of Li Bai "  Go to Yangzhou in March "  Braise and think in the land of rivers and lakes in that dream in the verses of Yan people.
Has grown up, almost the homeland without presentable river does not know the concept of the river. Distinguish only in the map "  Several " The mother river of the form, the Changjiang River is running through the earth of China from Danggula Mountains like blood vessels. Go to the north to go to it in the concept of the south, the South, Tai Hu, Zhenjiang, Wuxi, Yangzhou. . . . . Those gentle names of land of rivers and lakes. The spring rain of the flower of apricot has been missed, but the season of the drifting fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus comes to dye the dust all over fragrantly in August.
The purposeless one takes it in the street, several rows of sweet-scented osmanthus under the overpass, are on the occasion of adolescence, characterized perfume is attacked longly, fill with the heart. Stop for a period of time, adopt several bunches of designs of scattered small flowersand plants to pack into the pocket, is collected by me in whole August simply!
I wonder what monsoon it is and blow to my broken ship of this one in the South, it rains on the next light bridge not dismantled of the overpass in autumn of Xi's patter. The South of misty rain meeting the eye on every side is so strange. I wish, the South before one's eyes, don't be become me ---The river is difficult!

1 Kommentar 15.12.09 08:52, kommentieren

The snow flake floats

In winter, come quietly-

     It seems to be still that piece belong to season for late autumn in at yesterday " ' the cold wind attacked in one night, blow off originally several slices of very few maple leaves on the branch, temperature is lowered suddenly, understood that winter had already come silently originally at that time, had not just still experienced its slight chill in the air before oneself.

       Though it is cold in winter, I like this season very much. No! To be precise, I like four seasons, just slightly feel cold season this and is deeply in love with.

      Like it, just because there is heart to the expectation of a certain thing in this season, that is a snow flake. Expect snow flake descends slowly and lightly in winter - Happily greet the arrival of this season in expecting  

        Think about it carefully in fact, oneself like, watch snow flake it descends slowly and lightly to be still since winter of 04. In that winter, this of ours lasted a long time to snow, seemed in my memory it was the longest continuously ...

         Still remember, because what snows too enables the school for a long time and loses electrical power to return in the evening roughly
      We dash for the nervous high school entrance examination in candle light of flying away and beating  ...
         I have learnt foreign language that Take me to your heart which a teacher taught in the candle light
      Write those many examinations one in the candle light
         We have spent the cold night of one in the candle light  ...

    Also remember that having a class, I still looked at outside the window dully to snow at that time, see the slim and graceful snow flake in the sky drifting wantonly, fluttering all over the sky, seem one's own state of mind soar in those belonging to their own country free as them too. Everything is so sedate - Ta saw at that time I was so intoxicated into it, she asked me: See so seriously, very goodlooking? I exert oneself place nod just [whether Ta sit behind the I at that time ], still look at outside the window - Have seen the colored tree snow flake in the botany descending slowly and lightly on it and becoming the sparkling and crystal-clear ice-cubes finally, parcel detailed detailed branch that do, spend trees looking that becomes and moulds and moulds the ice carving ... Everything is the beauty like this - All these are results of that cold season too -   

Far too much bright memory belong to the snow flake waft season when fly to -       

      Gradually, pass by four seasons in expecting:
      Flower expected to burst forth in spring and having spring vivid green small grass of the breath very much, it brings the vigor of a life to people; The ones that are expecting in summer are rising one after another the cicada that a wave is exceeding a wave is chirping, although is rash and hot, satisfied that it brings a silk to people; Expecting a burst of cool breeze and maple leaf in autumn are descending slowly and lightly, it is dreary and sad to bring one kind to people; Expecting snow flake descends slowly and lightly in winter, bring me beautiful enjoyment ...

    I like all beautiful things, so pass by in expecting-

     Later, I, and she though in the same city, we see snow flake for that year all of us will send message ask the other side descend slowly and lightly for the first time, every winter in the same school It is snowing, have you seen? Felt someone accompanied me to think it was also a kind of happiness that the slim and graceful snow flake descended slowly and lightly at that time -

     Just there is not this kind of happiness sense again this year, but in any case, still expectant to it -

     Sometimes like writing one's own mood with some weak and sentimental characters, oneself in very realistic is an optimistic person reluctant to show weakness with perceptual and ultra reason, this is a dual character in my personality  

       These characters write to this and look forward to the winter for a long time, think that winter of snow flake can be regarded as real winter  

       So, I expect-

       Expect snow flake descends slowly and lightly in winter  
        Looks forward to that pure white snow flake   

15.12.09 08:50, kommentieren