I always think rain is poetic. Since I broke up with you, I fell in love with rainy days and nights without you. Whenever the dead of night, I will silently light a lamp of missing for you, shine on those who used to be happy and cry. Those pictures that have cried and laughed for love have turned into a rainbow that can never be erased in my heart. This life is only colorful for you. In those days of love, we thought we could hold hands forever, but promises were always as light as thin paper and could not stand the erosion of rumors.
Now you and I are far apart, but I believe we look up at the same sky after all. Every time I look at the photos I took with you on a whim, it feels like an afterlife. Honey, I miss you. How are you doing without me?
When I got up one morning, when I opened the window, the rain kissed me on the cheek, making me feel your existence for a moment. Although I knew it was just a beautiful illusion, I felt very gratified. The spirit of rain is flying in the air. There was a lot of water in the potholes on the ground, and the rain was planted in the potholes one by one like a lover's hair, stirring up circles of ripples. Even the face blowing air is tinged with moist sadness. The rain wet my thoughts of you drop by drop.
When it rains, my mind seems to be clear and clear by the rain. At that moment, rain is spiritual. I always like the feeling of listening to the rain near the window, which can let me quietly think about many things related to you. Occasionally, when I aftertaste the sweet moment, the corners of my mouth will rise uncontrollably, joyfully and forget my form.
I especially like those famous sentences that the ancients recited through the ages because they wrote about rain: Du Fu's' sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently ', Su Shi's' the water light is fine, and the mountain scenery is also strange with rain', Yang Wanli's' is a pool of lotus jumping in the rain, scattering the real beads, gathering into a mercury nest and draining the clear waves' & hellip& hellip; But, dear, which poem should be used to describe the rain when I broke up with you?
On rainy days, everything is clean and fresh, as if you never lost your smile. The heart soaked by the rain is simple and quiet. I still remember those years when we were in love. Every rainy day, you like to stay next to me and read. We each held a cup of tea and pillowed ourselves in the rhymes of Tang and Song dynasties. With a pole, we propped up from Zhou Bangyan's long Bank of smoke and willows to Ouyang Xiu's deep courtyard. The secret of happiness in love is not to get more, but to cherish what you have. At that time, we interpreted the happiness of love as so simple and poetic. We are all deeply in love with the warm and elegant world built by square characters.
You once told me that you yearn for the love of 'holding your son's hand and growing old with your son'. Honey, I'm not like that. At that time, although we were not materially rich, our spiritual world was so rich that we knew each other well. Our souls have never been contaminated with a trace of secular dust. However, love is always full of happiness and sadness, sadness and helplessness.
Many times, the infatuation with something when you were young is a beautiful emotion that can not be repeated in your life. Just like the girl you first fell in love with, you may never forget it in your life. In the Jianghu of my love, although you have long disappeared, your legend still remains. I think I'm still attached to you. Your departure did not dilute my longing and pursuit for love.
Is there ever lasting love in love, or is there ever lasting love in this world? I don't know. But I think, as long as we have really loved each other, even if this love can't come to the end, but died quietly in the middle, there's nothing to regret. At least, once in love; At least, there are memories. Honey, I'm sorry, I just miss you all of a sudden & hellip& hellip;