The rain in July is cold, and I miss that beautiful text.

The rain in July is cold, and I miss that beautiful text.

It began to rain in the afternoon, first one drop, then two drops, then frequent drops, pattering on the windowsill. A gust of wind blew, and the chaotic rain brushed my eyebrows with a refreshing breath, and my mood instantly became wonderful and beautiful. I heard the news that time is in a hurry, passing by the ferry of the season with dull thoughts, but I still can't see the most familiar figure among the seemingly beautiful flowers; How much I miss, how wonderful the days are, how much I love, and how compassionate the time is.

When it is clear, cool and quiet, a person counts countless raindrops gently with time, and the crystal drops fall on the ground and splash. The beauty of the petals is not clear, but they bloom deeply, like a lively elf playing in a wet rainy day. There will always be a moment when I will face everything with a smile, see the beauty of light clouds and read a leisurely story in a beautiful text. From beginning to end, I have been recalling, recalling an idea. I often fall asleep with my lovesickness in the dead of night, just to meet the person I love in my dream.

The rain in July is touching and affectionate, stirring my thoughts and my heart. Leaning against the window where the wind blew, I suddenly remembered that Lagerstroemia indica has blossomed charming flowers in this season. How many passers-by eyes are captured by its bright petals, but how many times will it become a passing landscape? Lagerstroemia indica blooms, full of summer breath. At this time, did this overwhelming heavy rain destroy its tenderness, and did it reflect its loneliness in the muddy water flowing after the rain? Perhaps, we are all fictional. How can Xia Ziwei, which is proudly blooming, be easily attacked by a storm and lose its original charm?

Looking at the foggy sky through the misty rain curtain, there is no blue in the past. I like blue very much, just like a watercolor painting. The whole blue color surrounds me. I build my own garden and plant my favorite flowers in it. When I am bored, I soak in a pot of quiet time, drink half a cup of happiness, and then leave half a cup of happiness. What a wonderful time it is. What I want is always simple. The lightness of the pen tip swims along the gentle vein in the ocean of thought, and the yearning in my heart is full of affection for the fine print all the time. How much persistent love has become the reason for waiting this season.

When you turn on the music, listen to the favorite song and like the slow melody to bring the whole body and mind into a relaxed atmosphere. Perhaps, living in such a colorful world of mortals, many times we are helpless in front of many things. Then, why not find a happy and free heart, swim in the quiet world, ignore other people's eyes, ignore other people's understanding and ignorance, always be the truest self, and keep the original truth in silence in the bustling world.

The wind is blowing, and the reward is getting stronger; Slowly taste a glass of wine given by life, whether it is bitter or sweet, it is only normal to smile in the past. I can't mention misty poems, but I miss you so much at this moment, staring at the distance between heaven and earth, and there is a vast space to block their closeness. Yes, close your eyes and think about you carefully. It is also far away from me. Some tangled and unreasonable thoughts haunt me, and I miss them more and gradually swallow me up. Let go of time, my heart hurts slightly, my eyes are wet with tears, and I want to hold hands with you, hold me tightly and take me to the future every day.

Chasing time, I don't want to slow down the pace of getting closer and closer to love. In the countdown, acacia became a wound. The rain in July drove away the summer heat, but it made my mind cool. Who is depicted in small font? Zhang Ailing said: "Among thousands of people, meet the person you want to see. In thousands of years, in the endless wilderness of time, there is neither a step earlier nor a step later. When we meet, we can only say softly: Oh, are you there? "