You smiled and said, well, I really hope to see myself in Yan Yan's article.
Later, no, no later, only once and now.
When it rains again, it's been a year, and you and I have become strangers. Looking at the rain outside the window, I think of you and me, so familiar but so far away.
It turns out that there is only a long rainy season between the past and the present.
Learn to be strong.
It's just that I'm not strong at all now I thought I would be stronger after an autumn, but when I stand in winter and see dead branches all over the street, I always inadvertently think of the same rainy winter, the same withered street and myself walking in the winter rain. Suddenly I don't understand why people always have to remember.
Are you afraid to face the present and look forward to the future?
Learn to be strong, but I have never been able to learn. At the beginning, Yan Yan in your eyes was full of confidence, but now, only Yan Yan now, without learning to be strong, is no longer full of confidence.
How did this happen? Did I forget you or did I forget myself?
It doesn't matter what others think, what matters is what you think.
So, am I thinking too much? Or did I not see myself clearly?
It is raining again. It is cloudy for a few days in winter. When it rains, the mood begins to lose its season:
Familiar scenery, familiar people and familiar things have all become "once".
Today, when I walked through here, I was just a passer-by, just a passer-by.
Reach out and I'll brush the dust away. I smiled and turned to leave.
Rainy winter should not come to look for memories, just like I left stubbornly: it suddenly rained on a sunny evening.
When I turned to leave, it was doomed that there would be dust on it, right?
After pressing four numbers today, the door was actually opened. I reached out and brushed the dust off the painting by the door. I turned and left. Looking at the open door, I can only turn and leave, but the door slowly closes behind me. There are also memories of 2007, an unfinished autumn, and the yellow rain that suddenly floated in autumn.
Only after that rain, there was less rain in the sky, and those rains turned into autumn in my eyes.
After a whole autumn, I came to a rainy winter, just like last year. It's another rainy winter, but I don't know if I will, should I, look forward to a sunny day in such a cold winter with the same rain, and will I see myself clearly through the memory of rain? And restore a little confidence?
2
Rainy and rainy, autumn wind slowly, the noise of the past has long disappeared in the lotus pond behind the yard, insects have stopped singing, and there are fewer birds. Occasionally, fish can be seen jumping on the water. Lotus has long withered, withered lotus branches, if the bony old man is still standing in the water. There are no green leaves on the willows on the shore, and one or two dead leaves fall from time to time. I don't know who blew off the dead leaves. The autumn wind in October is like scissors. In the rainy and cold wind, there were more or less colorful and prosperous dreams, blowing in the wind. Looking back suddenly, like a smoke cloud. I don't know when the midsummer left me, and the elegant fragrance of flowers and the banging of heavy rain hitting lotus leaves have all disappeared. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, like fog, thick or light. The rain in autumn is not as heavy as that in summer. She is as light as gauze, covering your eyes. She is as light as smoke, which makes you smell tasteless. I can't see the road ahead clearly, so I can only walk slowly along the pond. The lush grassland in the past lost its light under trampling, covered with rain, and it was a little slippery to walk. The drizzle gently blows on the lotus leaf, just like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves, rustling, sometimes tight, sometimes soothing, and like a beautiful music, lamenting that nature has created such wonderful music. The drizzle is still falling, just like life is always haggard, from lush lotus leaves to bony dead branches, from stormy summer to autumn with withered leaves. I want to experience that snowy winter, the beating heart still exists, and the rain will still ring when the lotus is in full bloom. Can withstand storms and cold winters. "The mud does not touch, it is clear but not demon, and it is straight and not crawling outside. The fragrance is far and clear, graceful and quiet, but it can be viewed from a distance without being ridiculous." When we look back on the past, we will be more or less disappointed, depressed and unforgettable. Life is a play, which shows all the joys and sorrows, ups and downs. When we often think of the past, we often imagine the future, and we will be old many years later. When all hopes are gone with the exhaustion of life, will there be regrets? The journey of life is not smooth sailing, there are successes and joys, failures and sorrows. If we have a beating heart that still exists, then we can finally walk through the autumn with withered branches and fallen leaves, and walk through the snowy winter, and we can still see the lotus in full bloom.
three
Imagine the sound of raindrops on the eaves in the snow, walking in the rain with an umbrella, and running in the rain with a plastic book clip. This is really a wonderful feeling.
In winter, the memory of rain is intermittent, like a broken lens. Tonight, it suddenly came, without warning or reason, stabbing me, reminding me of some hidden truths and some new fantasies.
Because of sowing, there are few idle farmers in spring, and the streets and shopping malls in the town are much deserted.
The spring rain in the northern town is very reserved in people's expectations.
It was misty at first, like waking up from a shallow sleep, yawning and thinking about a vague dream. The brown fields that have been dry for a winter are obviously anxious and breathing the humid atmosphere. The rain, like a long fragrance, passed through the dry slate street in the north and came to the door of the small grocery store with colorful signs in the town. Someone poked his head out and shouted, "It's going to rain! Rain is coming! "
In the silent alley, there were creaking doors, footsteps and noisy greetings.
In the drizzle, farmers in twos and threes bent down and were busy. The rain in Mao Mao can't stop their work, but it makes them feel much more comfortable.
Put up a hoe, touch a tidal wave of hair, look up at the sky, and I look forward to the rain until late at night.
The spring rain is coming, and there is a happy scene everywhere. Sowing season, sowing hope, indicates a bumper harvest.
Staring at the clear joy in the eyes of elders, people can't help but have an impulse.
Silent spring rain gives people endless warmth.
Yu Xia is really like a child.
I never take an umbrella in the rain, just as I never wear sunglasses in summer.
I like the rain falling straight on my body, drenching my arrogant enthusiasm, pressing my shallow complacency in the wet ground, ignoring my sadness and blaming me for my inexplicable irritability and bitterness.
My tears used to flow with the rain.
It was a summer afternoon.
I got a call from him.
On the other end of the phone, he said to me in a very calm and calm tone, as if he had practiced it many times: "We are not suitable."
In my memory, at that moment, it rained the biggest rain in my life.
The most suitable boy in my mind told me that we were not suitable.
I was 18 that year.
I stood in the rain for an hour, looking at the green curtains drawn on his dormitory window. We agreed that he would wait for me when the curtains were closed. It wasn't me at the curtain call that day.
I watched the green curtains open and close in the rain. I don't know which girl he likes. All I know is that his love no longer belongs to me.
I gave the rain the aftertaste of my first love that afternoon.
The rain kept me in bed for three days.
Three days later, the rain is still tireless. I stood up and plunged into the rain. I rushed to the barber shop where I had never been before and had my hair cut short. When I walked into the dormitory door with short wet hair, I was amazed: Mei, you are so cool!
It is not only the hair that is cool, but also the heart, which is as clear as a flute in the rain and passes through the confusion of love; It's like a beautiful porcelain dish of an orchid that I accidentally broke, ringing in the rain, saying goodbye to the past.
How did the autumn rain come quietly?
I sat on the steps of a small temple in a village full of rotten grass, waiting for it.
I don't remember how long I waited, but I know that when it came, the soybean sorghum was ripe. The old gentleman from the neighboring village came to the small temple with his grandson who just learned to walk and his golden eyes full of joy.
Father and grandson are holding a black umbrella together. The handle of the umbrella is broken, and the umbrella stand is bent in several places, but the old gentleman is still holding on and covering the autumn rain with it.
There are always some things that the world is reluctant to throw away, which may be useless to outsiders, but who can say that they are not the treasures of their owners' lives?
The old man is holding a broken umbrella and wants to take his grandson to see the small temple. No, he wants to go to a small temple, but the little grandson is naughty and runs around the yard of the small temple. He is curious about everything here. This novel small temple is different from those ancient and hidden buildings in Kuanjie.
The old man followed him with an old black umbrella. I looked at it and felt that the old gentleman was like the archaic characters engraved on the stone tablet in front of the small temple, which made me unfamiliar but eager to read; My little grandson is very much like a willow tree that just survived in front of the temple. He is full of energy and makes me yearn for it.
Through the autumn rain, through the sad hay, I seem to squeeze out from the gap of a thousand-year-old temple with paint falling off, caressing my nonexistent beard, and watching an old man and a young man wandering in the autumn rain on the Shi Zhuan soaked by the autumn rain.
Ancient temples, autumn rain, old people and children have a wonderful connection.
The black umbrella swaying in the air can't keep up with the children's footsteps. His feet are going out of this ancient temple, this ancient town. He may not remember this shabby umbrella, but I believe he will remember this autumn rain, remember that he stumbled in it, smelled ancient incense and studied the past.
The cool autumn rain will give him some memories that will never be lost in consciousness.
I can't refuse to remember the real existence of rain.
I looked up and breathed, and the rain fell on my face, which reminded me of a feeling.
I didn't say anything. After all, rain lacks a season of existence. I found a reason for my stupidity.
four
It's rainy season again, and the endless wilderness in the south of the Yangtze River is shrouded in the smoke woven by worries. This scene can't help but remind people that when we were young, we fantasized about riding a bamboo horse to find the prince and princess in our hearts, but we were lost in a continuous tea forest and almost couldn't go home. Fortunately, invisibly, it seems to be the traction of God and the guidance of God. We walked several times in that forest and finally went down to the other end of the mountain and met our relatives who were looking for us. I just know that every boy and girl in the world can walk into that distant legend.
Today, I have passed the age of dreaming, but I can't walk out of my sentimental character. I also like to think about something out of proportion to my age in the empty plum rain, and fantasize about drawing a landscape map of Xun Mei through the snow. In the photo, there is a young man and her, both wearing long white scarves. He smiled and gently recited "Mei Xu Xun's snow is three points white", and she immediately smiled and added "Snow loses a piece of Mei Xiang". Then, holding hands, they left two characters in love for Shu Mei. On the snow, there are two lines of shallow footprints, which extend into the distance. I was sketching an imaginary plot under the eaves, and my naughty little daughter put her arms around my fat waist from behind: "Haha! Mom, you are getting fat again! " Pulled back to reality by childish words, I walked into the room and began to look at the "identical" me in front of the mirror: my skin is no longer smooth and white, my waist is no longer slender, my eyes are no longer bright, shiny and beautiful, and I have missed it!
Then, I can't help but think of you who I haven't seen for a long time and used to call me "pig head" and "fool"! You must have been a husband and father for a long time, right? Do you remember the nicknames I gave you "pigtail" and "idiot"? That's when you kept chasing me and laughing at me as a "pig" and a "fool". I yelled at you in a rage. I still remember that when you were in a daze, you were not angry. You just shook your head and made a "pause" gesture to me to show peace. I proudly let go of you, and from then on I caught your dead hole: if you call me a fool again, I will call you a fool; You call me a pig's head, I'll call you a pig's tail. The mirror in front of me seems to mock that I am really fat now and become a "pig head" or a "fool"! In the face of the unity of time and life, no one can escape the changes of nature.
It is said that romance is a patent for young people or a luxury for rich people, and I am neither young nor rich. I just like to think quietly about the past with the passage of time and the dreams that grow like misty rain in every rainy season. That's all! In my heart, there is a plum rain, which doesn't seem to fade slightly with age. Let it fall, in my sentimental life.
four
It's rainy season again, and the endless wilderness in the south of the Yangtze River is shrouded in the smoke woven by worries. This scene can't help but remind people that when we were young, we fantasized about riding a bamboo horse to find the prince and princess in our hearts, but we were lost in a continuous tea forest and almost couldn't go home. Fortunately, invisibly, it seems to be the traction of God and the guidance of God. We walked several times in that forest and finally went down to the other end of the mountain and met our relatives who were looking for us. I just know that every boy and girl in the world can walk into that distant legend.
Today, I have passed the age of dreaming, but I can't walk out of my sentimental character. I also like to think about something out of proportion to my age in the empty plum rain, and fantasize about drawing a landscape map of Xun Mei through the snow. In the photo, there is a young man and her, both wearing long white scarves. He smiled and gently recited "Mei Xu Xun's snow is three points white", and she immediately smiled and added "Snow loses a piece of Mei Xiang". Then, holding hands, they left two characters in love for Shu Mei. On the snow, there are two lines of shallow footprints, which extend into the distance. I was sketching an imaginary plot under the eaves, and my naughty little daughter put her arms around my fat waist from behind: "Haha! Mom, you are getting fat again! " Pulled back to reality by childish words, I walked into the room and began to look at the "identical" "I" in front of the mirror: my skin is no longer smooth and white, my waist is no longer slender, my eyes are no longer bright, shiny and beautiful, and I have missed it!
Then, I can't help but think of you who I haven't seen for a long time and used to call me "pig head" and "fool"! You must have been a husband and father for a long time, right? Do you remember the nicknames I gave you "pigtail" and "idiot"? That's when you kept chasing me and laughing at me as a "pig" and a "fool". I yelled at you in a rage. I still remember that when you were in a daze, you were not angry. You just shook your head and made a "pause" gesture to me to show peace. I proudly let go of you, and from then on I caught your dead hole: if you call me a fool again, I will call you a fool; You call me a pig's head, I'll call you a pig's tail. The mirror in front of me seems to mock that I am really fat now and become a "pig head" or a "fool"! In the face of the unity of time and life, no one can escape the changes of nature.
It is said that romance is a patent for young people or a luxury for rich people, and I am neither young nor rich. I just like to think quietly about the past with the passage of time and the dreams that grow like misty rain in every rainy season. That's all! In my heart, there is a plum rain, which doesn't seem to fade slightly with age. Let it fall, in my sentimental life.
five
Finally ushered in another long-lost autumn rain. I felt very cold last night and slept soundly all night.
After cleaning up the house in the morning, Yan and her daughter went to the vegetable market. Today, I will feed you and your child jiaozi. He always makes suggestions that Yan Yan has never cooked seriously since she was addicted to the internet. Hehe, is there something wrong?
Recently, my daughter refused to buy her big bags of snacks, and you agreed, hehe!
Yan Yan's daughter never eats well. In order to let her daughter eat well, Yan Yan is very happy that her daughter will bring her good friends home for dinner and have a competition or something. Ha ha!
I invited a chubby girl in the yard today. My daughter is very happy, and her appetite has increased from ten jiaozi to fourteen, hehe! Studying this mother is really hard!
After finishing the "duty" work, I got up again and read my friend's diary every day because it was a little cold outside and I was too lazy to go out. This has become an indispensable part of the day, which not only increases my knowledge, but also makes me feel happy.
You go to the office to work overtime, your daughter is watching cartoons, studying alone, and feeling the "mouse mood" at will.
My heart feels very uneasy. ...
Rainy day is another autumn rain, which brings coolness to people and sometimes changes people's mood.
Yan likes rain and all the words related to rain, especially Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane and Lilac Charming Girl.
Suddenly, I had the impulse to walk in the rain. Yan went out of the house and hid under an umbrella in the rain. A person walked aimlessly, and a leaf fell, falling at Yan's feet with the rain. ...
A fallen leaf reminds Yan of a picture that has been lingering in her mind: a girl, holding a dandelion in her hand, blowing her cheeks gently, dreaming of flying all over the world. ...
Yan likes dandelion very much, like its ordinary, like its faint yellow flowers, like the faint charm like chrysanthemums, like her natural growth in the fields, never comparable to any flowers, standing proudly between heaven and earth ... You can also wander around the world at will, and you can't live forever when you meet soil. ...
Yan suddenly felt that she had suddenly become a dancing rain, like a dandelion flying all over the sky, airy, flying alone in the air, lonely, and only the wind accompanied her to travel. In the dark, she still lost her way, or couldn't get out of the clutches of the wind. ...
Yan floated to the top of the mountain. In a trance, a young girl came along the mountain path, wearing a red homespun shirt, dark green plaid pants and carrying a basket full of dream garlands. The child was surrounded by butterflies and flowers ... On the mountain road, she waved to Yan Yingying and smiled at her.
This smile seems to have been seen there. When did Yan start thinking silently?
Yan heard the wind and let out a heavy sigh. ...
The heart curtain was slowly opened, and an image poured out of Yan Yan's mind. Yan Yan suddenly remembered the long night full of autumn rain. She recalled this smart, fashionable, stubborn and sentimental girl ... she was the kind of person who could put all her thoughts into her pen in an understatement. Although she was young, she was a little mature, but she also had the kind of generosity and righteousness that ordinary girls did not have. She meets many trivial things in her life, and she can be serious.
Yan wry smile, in fact, she has not remembered this person for a long time, life has made her so forgetful, maybe life is too monotonous and empty! She suddenly felt that all the wreaths in that basket seemed so out of reach for herself!
I closed my eyes and felt a little cold, rain or tears. I don't know, but I suddenly feel very sad. I have been living in romantic research. Since I stepped into the besieged city, I really felt the truth and helplessness of life! Even if she has a warm home, even if life is comfortable! But research often feels that something is missing.
Life is like a small river, but the face is like a pebble by the river, without edges and corners washed away by years. After eight years of marriage, Yan spent every day in extremely simple repetition, with no waves in his heart and calm as a mirror. Yan has always adhered to this tranquility ... Yan never wants to go far away, and his heart is full of helplessness and sadness, although everyone knows that Yan is actually a very individual. ...
In the rain, Yan thought of so many memories of childhood and adolescence, as well as high school classmates and Ling. Yan's persistence, courage, determination and toughness to Ling are really laments and admires. She can leave the young child and the man and go to the outside world alone. ...
Yan Herong, Hong and Ling were "best friends" in high school. Now, all three of them live at home, only Ling, which always gives people guesses and surprises. In qq group, Yan Herong and Hong often wonder, and always ask Ling the same question: "Don't you want to be an old man or a child?" Ling has always had a saying: "In order to live, you must make a choice!" I wonder how Ling is getting along in the south? Research is to admire Ling's ability to go out of the house and move towards his goal! Choose the life you want!
And these, Yan can't do, and will never do. Yan is so homesick that she can't bear to have children. Yan knows that home is everything to her. She loves this warm harbor, but she also lost herself here. ...
Today's Yan is just a very ordinary woman, maybe a very poor woman. She doesn't even have a decent job. What's more sad is that she doesn't know what she can and should do. For a time, she was in a daze, not too happy or too sad. Let alone a meaningful life? My mind is often a blank piece of paper without color ... The most terrible thing is that Yan actually closes himself up and often locks himself in a door ... Yan enjoys loneliness and loneliness in his own space, and gradually gets farther and farther away from the advancing society. Yan often wakes up in dreams and often has strange dreams ... Yan doesn't know whether to test his psychology?
Yan also understands that time is actually the most ruthless and practical thing. It always ignores anyone's joys and sorrows and walks past you quietly and calmly. Thirty years have passed. How many decades will there be in a person's life after careful calculation?
Yan always thought that she was very happy and meaningful, but some past events often could not stand scrutiny. Yan feels that there are many things that she has never seriously thought about, without goals and ideals. Yan suddenly found herself wasting a lot of precious time! This discovery makes Yan feel a little sad!
Jun often reminds Yan to think about her future life, or let Yan find a more meaningful life and get rid of the role of housewife. When the children are older, it's time for Yan to live her true self!
Three years ago, Yan also found a job she loved, but after operating for more than a year, she gradually came to an end. Yan suddenly felt that his strength was so insignificant, and then Yan also found many shortcomings of himself, such as inner impetuousness and inner shallowness! Another example is the lack of patience and perseverance!
Yan Yan is like a person walking in the dark and cold rain, stepping on a lot of mud, but more eyes are lost by the lines of rain. Yan Yan doesn't know what she is looking for or what is waiting for her in the distance. She is just looking for her goal with one hope after another. She doesn't know how long this day will last, and she doesn't know whether she has become the most sad type.
Yan sometimes thinks, maybe, she is a person who doesn't know what she should do all her life? Perhaps, she can only be a mediocre family-style little woman, living a dull life around the stove and her beloved husband and daughter. ...
Even so, think about it, she will still live a serious and loving life, which is at least the minimum responsibility for her life and the minimum attitude towards life, right?
Even so, Yan is eager to have something she likes to do, hoping to do it decently. Because the research knows that for people, the endless thoughts in the bottom of my heart are heading, and concrete actions are the driving force. There is no need to look at the shadow and feel sorry for yourself. That will only lead to close combat and nothing. Forget that the most important thing is to give full play to your advantages. This is the lubricant of progress. You can't have too much care and hesitation in life. Success and failure are only a relative state. The important thing is to choose a full life, constantly find yourself on the road, surpass yourself, surpass yourself.
It is understood that people are actually a carrier of contradictions. They often have two sides, one is self-esteem and the other is inferiority. This is always a contradiction in people's minds. People can escape many things, but they can't escape themselves! The road always goes, and the days always move forward. Everything needs someone to pay. There are many helpless things in life, and people have to admit that life is difficult, but the attitude towards life should always be self-improvement. ...
Yan know, any kind of result, will be like the rain in Mao Mao, the coming will always come. Yan also hopes that he can let nature take its course, live naturally, and treat everything that life gives him naturally, just like this rain. ...
Yan Yan continued to walk blankly in the rain, looking back at the distance, a fallen leaf, autumn water, quietly lying in autumn's arms.
Raindrops hit the umbrella surface, and the crisp melody of Xiangshan songs flowed in Yan's heart. Raindrops flew into Yan's eyelids and blocked Yan's sight along her eyelashes. Although I can't see the road ahead clearly, Yan knows that as long as the simplicity, sincerity and simplicity of my youth remain in my heart, as long as there is hope in my heart, I can always find the place where my dream begins. ...
six
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is a rendering in ink painting, which permeates layer by layer and does not deposit. Watching the rain in the south of the Yangtze River is to appreciate the ink paintings of Badashan people with high artistic conception, bathing in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and people are in the water of Huangshan Mountain.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is a magic marker. In the chilly spring season, it will light up the golden willows beside the green water and make them brides in the sunset. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River reminds the confined people that it is green, fat, red and thin, which is a waste of time and space.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is poetic and picturesque. She is sometimes as fine as a faint cow hair, and sometimes as fine as a mist rising from the lake in autumn and winter, but the apricot rain that soaked the clothes is so moist, moist as Hetian jade, moist as egg white, and so intoxicating in the willow wind blowing on the surface. Look at the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, in the branches of red apricots in spring, in the hemp fibers under farmers' hats, and on the tips of green wheat straw.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is full of affection, care and tenderness. Only in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River will Liang Zhu's Eighteen Farewells be staged. Only in Jiang Nanyu will there be a sighing farewell song "Hairpin Phoenix". Only in the rain in the south of the Yangtze River will there be a Peach Blossom Pool in deep thousands of feet, a flag of apricot wine swaying in misty rain, and a piccolo for herding sheep babies in misty rain.
How many talented people and beautiful women have you bred? You are so sad. The bamboo in Junshan is your little tear. E Huang and Nv Ying are the embodiment of your spirit. The balcony in the misty rain is the red silk thread you hold for the person you love.
Looking for your trace in the Qinghe River, pursuing your footprint in the secluded path of bamboo forest, and listening to your voice in Yazhai, which contains the true feelings of the world.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is the fairy dew sprinkled on the earth by heaven. There is no intrigue in the mall, no intrigue in the officialdom, no vulgarity and stupidity in the streets, no arrogance of the nouveau riche, and no sorrow of not having food. Wandering in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, you won't be tired of life, and you will feel the idyllic paradise with flowing water.