If you are in full bloom, the wind slides inside

The years are quiet, with a gentle smile. Open the Gate of memory, as if I had returned to the time of that year the month, as if I saw the basin of fragrant jasmine you gave me again, which was clean and delicate and attractive on a drizzly night. -Inscription holding the flower folding umbrella, standing on the high stone arch bridge side of Jiangnan water village, watching the rain falling on the Clear Lake, my heart is often deeply moved. Time seemed to stay at this moment, the noise and prosperity in the eyes changed into wind and heart, and some sadness fell on the quiet lake with the raindrop. Free Flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless rain is as thin as sorrow. The rain, charming scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, rendering poetic romance, the rain, if the autumn leaves fly, messy into mottled light shadow, scattered in the depth of time. I don’t know when I fell in love with the rain, like walking in the rain, like the rain gently blowing, like to breathe fresh air in the rain, like to remember the past in the rain. Every rainy day, I am always used to walking in the rain with an umbrella, watching the messy pictures in the rain, the hurried steps of pedestrians, and the ripples of raindrops falling on the water surface, watching the rain beat banana’s heartbreaking romance. Walking in the rain, you often think of many poems about rain, sad, romantic, lonely, melancholy, different rain rendering different artistic conception, different rain sprinkles different moods. It is sorrow that the rain hits the banana, and it is sad to sleep in the wind and listen to the rain. Since ancient times, the rain always seems to touch with sorrow and loneliness. Walking in the rain, we feel the sorrow of rain inadvertently. The drizzle is wet and flowing, and the grass grows year by year with hatred. Smoke lock Fenglou unlimited things, boundless. A person walking in the rain, thinking about some words you have said, there will be inexplicable sadness in his heart. I often reach out my hand from under the umbrella to pick up falling raindrops. I always hope that my stretched hands can hold this thin and cool, and I always hope that the temperature of my palm can warm this thin and cool. I hope you are still there in the depth of time. Looking up at the sky, I always feel that the rain flying all over the sky is you who have been away for many years. I often think of myself when I was young and you who loved rain as much as I did. I think of the night with drizzle, we met for the first time in the pavilion beside the city; think of the hero gene in the movie “singin’in the rain” that impressed us. Kelly was dancing freely and wildly in the rainy streets; Thinking of a handsome figure of Navy-striped shirt on the winding stone level in Xishan Park, thinking of the south of the city, Xishan, railway, crossing, the laughter and laughter we walked in the rain; Think of the basin of fragrant jasmine you gave me when you left, and think of the “Falling Rain” you sent me in the letter; Think of the smoky West Lake, we took photos of youth one by one; Thinking of the foot of Beishan, when we left, the pine Cuibai Sanmao we planted in the rain said, it is impossible to say, it is impossible to say, it is wrong to say. Indeed, the past has become untouchable because of one’s participation, and the bits and pieces related to you are also unforgettable because of your participation. Sometimes there is a special touch, and I always feel that just walking in the rain is closest to you. Sometimes I will be silly, standing on the street in rainy night, hoping to suddenly see you, see you walking towards me with an umbrella, and see you standing in front of me with a warm smile. Why should I say anything else? For you and me, a stop and a look back is a deep understanding, a stare at a smile, there will be a cutting emotion. On a summer afternoon, have you ever heard the news of Jasmine blooming? When I miss you, I have asked you this in my heart more than once. I wonder if you, who have been waiting for a long time in the depth of time, still remember the woman you once called Jasmine, in the eyes of every rainy night, will the old look appear? Tonight, sitting alone in the room, listening to the late autumn rain knocking on the window sill, the wind and rain, and the beautiful music, you in your heart once again came. Gently shaking the cup of jasmine tea in his hand, the white flowers appear more pure and shy against the green tea, the elegant fragrance of flowers and the fragrance of tea are interwoven, and it is not only the heart that moistens. Drizzle jasmine fragrance. In this quiet night of drizzle, when I gently laid this line of words on the keyboard, my thoughts turned into rain and drifted in the night air. The characters in the past jump, around the fingers, around the heart. The years are quiet, with a gentle smile. Open the Gate of memory, as if I had returned to the time of that year the month, as if I saw the basin of fragrant jasmine you gave me again, which was clean and delicate and attractive on a drizzly night. The past was always in the deep memory, reminding me with inherent attitude and persistence that I have never been slightly separated. There is a kind of existence in my life, called once. On this drizzling autumn night, in the depth of time, quietly recheck and record the bits and pieces of the past. In the years, he bent over and picked up warm fragments about words. It turned out that time ran over silently, in the negative film of memory, it is still the original you. Tonight, my thoughts are flying, thinking of the days when we accompanied with Wen, thinking of the charm of interpreting words for me and encouraging me to learn and write articles, thinking of your persistent holding my hand in the Palace of literature, I have been thinking deeply again and again. Slowly open the book of Xi Murong’s poems that have been treasured for many years. On the slightly yellow paper on the title page of the book, the line of handsome and elegant Xing Kai still gives off the fragrance of ink: If you are in full bloom, the wind slides inside. Suddenly Looking back, the years are old. The old years are more like this cup of fragrant jasmine tea. After the wind and cold, through the vicissitudes of life, after a hundred turns and thousands of times of tempering, with a thick and strong practice, with a persistent and understanding, at the end of the time, it exudes a leisurely and mellow fragrance containing color. If you are in full bloom, the wind slides inside, tonight, when missing hits my heart again, how I hope you can feel that when I write these words with my heart, how I hope to be in the dim light, in the moment of looking back, I saw you once like a warm spring breeze, blowing slowly. Wanyue wrote on 2012.11.14 QQ417384138

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