Raining again.

It is a rainy season

Through the misty fog screens, back 3 years ago, the fall



That remains a fall like rain season

She said she likes to see me write poems,

Especially the poem about rain.

Write poetry because rain always represents a melancholy mood,

Perhaps this is the era we are looking for.



A rainy season

My heart is not the melancholy of the heart,

Happy days are all like flowers in the spent smile.

In the absence of trouble and sorrow of the rainy season,

My poetry is passionate, progressive.



Face every day is a Zhang Chunjie smile,

Face is a feeling were understandable,

In the rainy days

My life always hold up one point to a clear sky belongs to me.



Looking back on past events,

Always kind of saddening

And everything is also a small text message into a non-existent,

Everything is over the end.

In the same rainy season,

My heart is cold,

My sky is cloud covered the sky dark.

A person walking on the road toward a fly in silence on the road,

A person in silence to "enjoy" the gift that God gave me,

Looked at under the umbrella of both pairs of transparent, right, nestling between the walk Strolling on the road,

I silently laughed, and laughter is so sad, it's Jiang Yan.



Rainy season

Since then, my life is my lack of a clear sky,

In the pouring rain Piaopo days,

I suffer in silence, to bear the rainy season brings me sorrow,

Quietly looking forward to

I hold up a clear sky to the destination.



In the rainy season,

My face is no longer any trace of smiles,

With a heavy heart, silently towards a new sky ... ...



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