Rain

The rain in the sky is really heavy. Looking at this continuous drizzle, I always feel that it is tears from others. It makes me more and more sentimental and makes my heart always gray. I don’t know what happened to I am. Although he is a man, his feelings can’t help but become more delicate. There is a light rain in the sky, isn’t it? I always think of that rainy day. The winter rain is so subtle. You in the rain are just a Misty Poem. The rain is mixed with tears, and the sentimental eyes are often in front of my eyes, rarely, is my heart really so hard? Is it really hard-hearted? I am silent, the sky and I are hazy. Your bitter eyes and curly bangs, slim figure and Haggard waiting made my heart tremble. My heart was mercilessly knocked at me. Tears didn’t want to pour out but wet my cheek. I always remember that summer, when you left in a hurry, I was silent. I have never seen the arrival of Hongyan. When I received your pulsatile heart, I was shocked. When you left, I felt disappointed. I often asked myself: Are you worthy of her? A person who loves you? I am dumb. The rain is still falling. On that drizzling rainy day, without an umbrella, you and I stood still in the rain, the rain is still, the wind is still the same, and missing has changed. Why didn’t you reply to me? You questioned with resentment. Have you written to me? I am stunned. What, you didn’t receive it? Time is frozen and language is redundant. You raised your head slowly for a long time: I am can’t stand the pain of lovesickness to write a letter to you, let your cousin bring it to you, you didn’t leave me an address to receive the letter when you left. Alas, this is really rainy, covering us all in curtain of rain. You are really, I am hazy. A drop of liquid slides down the cheek edge, is it tears? Is it sweat? Yu Li Qiuwen was written in Dujiangyan Sichuan Forestry School on October 20, 1990. The text was entered in Changchi, Nanjiang, Sichuan province on May 3, 2013.

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