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I don't know why it began to rain for no reason. The thin fog separates the mountain from the tree to a farther place, and I

There is only an empty space outside the window.

I think it must be very cold there, right? Another kind of fragrance. The water drops rolled on the blue roof, and the dripping sound was monotonous and heavy.

Bored, do you feel lonely?

Your letter is still on my dresser, folded into a square, still the handprint of that day. I haven't seen you before;

I can't find you anymore. All I can have is this vague trace. The other party, what about you?

You don't have a word from me. I pick up a pen and no one can pass it on for me.

In winter, Nan Xin came with your letter. Oblique handwriting, elegant and gentle writing. I'm glad to see you.

Letter, I put it with some other letters. They always give me encouragement and confidence and let me know when I am in the light.

When I write, I'm not really lonely.

Fangfang, I didn't answer your letter right away. I am old and busy. What's the use of regret? If someone. I already know.

The letter you wrote before you died, I will accompany you to talk, go out for a walk and watch the sunset together.

But how can I imagine? Seventeen, how can it have anything to do with death? Death, so cold and gloomy

In any case, I shouldn't have sex with you. The play ended too early, so the late audience had to watch it closely.

The black velvet curtain darkened.

It's still raining, banging on my window frequently. Rain darkens the world, and I can't help but imagine you beating.

With an umbrella. Never walk on the grass road without legs, through life, through death, through eternity.

There was a winter vacation at that time. Fangfang, I have been thinking about you in my heart. I just can't find Nanxin. I can't help it.

A messenger. When school started, I found Nan Xin. She cried when I asked about you. Fangfang, I have never hated it so much.

Myself. Fangfang, which street should I send you a letter to now? Who knows your new address?

Nan Xin sent the last note you left her. Take it and let me die. The other party, what am I? You and me

Sample, is for tourists all over the world. I am surprised to see the green mountains and green waters, life and knowledge. in addition

Fang, what am I particularly worth seeing? It's just that when I look at these things, I have more impulse than others, so I don't

You have to record it.

What am I really worth knowing? I didn't create anything that drives people crazy, and neither did I.

I manage one, and my only record is broken, almost completely out of shape, unique and wonderful.

Smart you, why did you take my letter?

"When she died, she had no regrets," Nancy said, "except that she didn't receive your letter. Can you write her a letter? ……

I believe in Jesus, and I think Jesus will definitely bring it to her. "

She is so naive that I want to write to you. I have always wanted to write. I gave her my letter, but,

I don't think you need it anymore. What are you doing at the moment? Are you playing with a winged angel? Or take softness.

White clouds pinch people, right? Have you ever pinched mine? Otherwise, you must be listening to the golden harp in the garden of Mao Mei.

Dialed.

On the other hand, in my imagination, you are a delicate and sad shadow with delicate light yellow skin and heavy eyebrows.

Thin lips (but not talkative), aren't they? Often wearing a light blue dress, I like to look at the rain outside the curtain and get lost in thought.

Is it? On the other hand, maybe we really shouldn't meet, so that I can imagine you more truly.

On the other hand, the rain is still falling, and the faint sadness is falling in the rain. The grass on the cemetery should have been green long ago, but this spring

God, you didn't see it. Imagine a small white flower on your grave, transparent and pale, faint in the rain.

Sobbing.

And in the sky, in that splendid spiritual realm, is there sunshine, fallen flowers and music?

Fangfang, please bend your face and look at us and the place where you grew up. Maybe you will find it funny and immediately put it.

My head turned away. You will be surprised to say to yourself, "How could I be so stupid in those years?" In fact, not all these things seem to be very

Is it funny? "

On the other hand, you see, I have written so much, yes, actually writing these letters is also very funny, and you don't need them in eternity.

I'll take these away, but I still have to write. I promised to write.

Or, tomorrow morning, the little angel will put a white flower in front of your window with countless silver flowers rolling on it.

Zhu Xiaoyu

"What is this?"

"This is what we found on the ground. Someone wrote you a letter. We don't want to write such a bad article.

The word was brought in, so I had to turn it into a little white flower-you read it, and everything she wrote was in it. "

That little simple white flower is shaking in your hand. On the other hand, what did you think at that time? What does it say?

I did, but at the same time, it said nothing. All white, vaguely shaking, vaguely shaking you before you die.

The color I used to like.

At that time, I want to see your smile, faint and shallow, reflected in the water drops of flowers-that I have never seen before.

I've seen it and never imagined it.

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There is a gurgling sound outside the detailed curtain in Hunan, and the rain curtain is intertwined vertically, thus weaving such a hazy darkness.

A relaxed and melancholy afternoon.

Two children carrying schoolbags are running, jumping and chasing on the mountain road. They don't look like pedestrians in the rain,

Just like the Songkran Festival. After a while, they disappeared behind the bushes, and the wet green fields reappeared in front of me.

A gloomy sky.

When I took the pen, the paper was full of heads. Wang, who studied psychology last time, said that most people draw their own.

Portrait My portraits are all meditative, with a sympathetic smile on my lips. So, are these all me? difficult

Am I wearing a long skirt, holding a folding fan in my right hand and a small flower parasol in my left hand? Gee, I

Is that right?

A piece of writing paper is spread on the glass plate, white and thin. I owe too much. Who will return it first today? dusk

Rain is so sad that thousands of soft fingers touch an invisible string, gently fiddling, winding and stroking.

It's always sad.

So, who is the letter for today? Who wants to see the gray misty rain? However, I don't have millions in front of me.

Li Qinglan, how to write this letter?

Tell you what, send it to yourself, the lost self. Send it to the girl who heard my little brother talk about Cinderella and send it there.

A middle school student reading Xinfeng Folding Arm Weng with his father. To the dreamer sitting by the water, to the window.

A meditator with his head raised.

But where is she? Just like those two children who were playing on the mountain road just now, suddenly, they couldn't catch up.

Yes What about me? Where are you hiding behind the bushes?

Listen, it's raining so softly. Isn't this the rain you want? Remember that time, you stood in the backyard and held it up.

Boss, it's interesting to let the rain fall on your open mouth. You like to get up early in the morning and then go to find Xiaoye.

Looking for Yuzhu. I carefully put it on the chemistry mat where I was writing arithmetic. I was as happy as a plate full of jewels. You really are

Rich kids, really.

When did you walk into the middle school campus again, listening to the thunder and watching the squirrels among the branches under the old trees that covered the sky?

Jumping around, you suddenly feel very happy. Your joy has a kind of simplicity and enthusiasm, which makes you feel like dancing.

But when the sky suddenly turns black and the storm comes with rain, you suddenly calm down with a pious awe.

You like rain. You always do.

That summer, the flower trees at the back of the classroom were particularly beautiful. You and Zhi both found them at the same time. Those buds are made.

The string of yellow flowers hung down to the window of the small building. Whenever it rains, those flower strings become transparent.

Get up, it's too beautiful to breathe. When class was over that day, you and Zhi stood at the window. Flowers in the rain, rain in flowers.

In the room, you are turned upside down by those sounds and colors. But gradually, those sounds and colors fade away quietly, and you

The children were lost in their early dreams. Suddenly came back, the classroom was empty, only to remember that music class, the students have left.

Fortunately, the teacher scolded you that day, but he shouldn't have scolded you. You are listening to Xia Hua.

Where is the rain suite!

Gradually you will be sad. At night, you can't help listening to the faint rain of bamboo leaves; In early autumn, you hardly read.

With the words "stay in the lotus and listen to the rain", you will vaguely piece together some sadness for yourself. What are you worried about? you

Unable to answer-you still can't answer. You can't help liking those desolate scenery, and you can't protect it.

I'm not infected by that kind of melancholy. Actually, you don't have to be so sentimental. You see, other people's families are busy with their own affairs.

You're the one who has to worry about that irrelevant worry.

With the growth of age, you will meet a little bit of personnel, but it is rare to see you calm down and always take it with you.

Despise, look at those people who have to calm down because of the decline in blood gas. In you, love is hot, hate is cold, and so is sympathy.

It is deep, and there are layers of sadness. But who knows? People always say you are quiet, but only think you are gentle.

They will never understand that you love sunshine and admire that kind of light; You like rain so much because you are eager for it.

But who knows?

When you read the name "You must know why" in The Analects of Confucius, your blood suddenly overflowed and you couldn't settle down for a few days. you

Never experienced such a heavy rain-in your mind and heart. You seem to have seen the life of a sage.

Pei, so as to anticipate a part of his destiny. But at the same time, you can't help but feel gratified, because for a long time, what you think

An idea to express appeared in an ancient book two thousand years ago. Until now, the thought of this sentence, you

I am always too excited to control myself. You're ridiculous, you.

Looking through the window, the sound of rain is unclear and dusk has passed. It's just that the clear sound continues, like music.

The last extended symbol. So, tonight is another rainy night. Where are you? Do you want to dream tonight?

Really? Take me to some old place for a walk! Did the ancient city wall of Nanjing slide? Liuzhou's military dam landscape is

Did it fall off, too?

When is the next letter? I don't know. When I get old one day, I may write a long letter.

This letter is for you! I don't want you to receive a letter of condemnation. How much I look forward to writing a thank-you note.

Believe it! Just, were you worth it at that time?

The rain is ticking, sparse and beautiful. In a casual glance, I suddenly found that the light in the small room was so gentle;

At the same time, in a casual review, your childish brilliance also shines in the distance. What about me? Where is my lamp?

Really, where's my light? Many years later, when the lamp on my desk burned out, is there any other light in the world?

Oh, my friend, I don't know that much. I only hope that you and I will still shine at that time, in every dark and cold rainy night.