Memory in the spring rain
Last snow for winter come, but first rain come quietly will it be spring this year. Just as life some happiness that ran into, when you fade from memory, have, can come quietly perhaps wish wing, in you always.
Wait in the heart, wait for the first snow flake in last winter, but the snow flake is still the future so far. Always offer as a gift to sigh in the heart, offer as a gift and sigh the snow coming last winter. In fact, the snow flake has no beauty in imagination, perhaps wait long, have more and more persistent aspiration to the snow flake. The snow flake has become one kind in mind to worry gradually, dim always thinking is very beautiful and very pure.
While going out to go to the staircase gate today, just discover suddenly it rains in last night. Wet Lu Lu on the ground one, is still shedding the thin and thin raindrop in the sky, some cool moisture blows against one’s face, seem to mix the breath of bringing spring. First rain of this spring comes quietly like this, perhaps it is in the dream that I never perceived last night.
The thin a bit more thinly rain drops that click are beaten on the car windowpane, can not see in an instant, turn into a curtain of tain and wander silently. Seeing clearly, does not see the route ahead clearly, the road of the front of car window and group of buildings on both sides seem very beautiful and very fuzzy and also dangerous dimly gradually. Having started the rain brushing device for a long time covered with dust, the ones that can not bear sweep and leave the first curtain of tain of this spring.
Order previous pieces of cigarette, let whom cigarette curl upwards fly away, among carriage, open some truck windowpane, the cool rain has stopped and floated in, what time thin and thin rain drops drop on hands and shoulder, the cool feeling is very moist, seem to soak in the heart quietly, flow among the five internal organs heart. Heart like, sweep, go what it will be some, the clean one seems a bit more bright too. Whether disc of that Zhang Lao of Zhang Xueyou’s, or those songs that often listen to in the past, but seem a little different. In first rain of this spring, everything seems vigorous, everything is getting vivid, song seems more touching than in the past, it is apter to make me sentimental.
See the leaving and blocking of the elecscreen, show the TV guide suddenly while seeing central four suits of news at home at noon. [One week personage ] Liang Yusheng record one’s life, know Mr. Liang already go at this moment.
When I am young, when I know nothing about this world. It is so a cultured man to open my door curious to the world with then a novel, just know that waves the weapons, just know I can also leap onto roofs and vault over walls with illusion, know, have one world I can overrun the world, know, have one world to name swordsman just.
Years grew up inadvertently, seeing Jin Yong gradually, looked at Gu Long, having seen the desolate ease, the setting sun of the willow, Rui’an Wen, many have faded from memory the author that the name is surnamed, until reading exchanging gentlemen yellowly. Enjoy a trip to countless swordsman’s books, get drunk in countless mirage phantoms, so many young bright time any other things forget more and more already, only so much swordsman’s mirage phantoms seem to be still still here, there is that girl accompanying me to grow up all the way.
Book of Mr. Liang either very best in fact, hide enter I pit of the stomach at first. Perhaps everybody’s eyes and appreciating angles are different, everybody always has one’s own taste, but I am still unable to erase and worship and revere that share of Mr. Liang’s.
Swordsman book whom I like most Gu Long and yellow to exchange Sir, book the heavenly steed can do it emptily, the swordsman travels around in side step, ten steps kill a person, wash and preceded for the beauty. Graceful and special romance, the very suitable my illusion at that time at that time. The ancient gentleman’s swordsman does not have so many set patterns and movements in martial arts of some changes, but the artistic conception but the deep seal is at heart. Those movements in martial arts are simple and clear like poem of writing sometimes, but full of imagining, the tulwar, see tulwars again, the tulwar flies to the head but what nobody saw is dripping wet and comfortable. And book of gentleman Huang passionate touching to like water while being gentle, imagine, take unusual heaven turn on, it seems that everything can exist, everything may happen. Return to from today to ancient times, it is ten thousand years later to count remotely, the protagonist of the story is often affectionate and embracing countless girls, very cater to the taste of my YY.
Can not remember clearly yet so far, how much book was read on earth those years, anyway except had a class, outside leaving school, making several hand table tennis once in a while, are watching to swordsmans in memory completely. Perhaps there are not as many as ten thousand, there is seven or eight thousand. Recall, come over, good time why the whole bubble in book, why study [I score very much fine hard so, perhaps it is that the destiny makes too rightly to educate in the university ], have not unlocked courage like in the book either, the happy one chases a wonderful girl. I cannot regret either, destiny is a hand which pinches the neck, you have helpless struggle in vain, that is risking one’s life is to breathe out a fresh air.
The work of leading a vain and humdrum life in the human society, has already never for a long time remembered these past covered with dust, all clicked by the thin drizzle and struck scatteredly. Busy with the northern city of this strange land alive, life, or in order to survive, I do not know either, only obey the step with life and go around by oneself. Leave home for a long time, Taoist school swordsman those of book case dust cover with surface already either, whether have already given birth to the destructive insect.
The leaving of Xi’s patter of drizzle outside window, the sorrow which but I feel without teenager. Perhaps, feelings already no longer, thing in transit to move to already perhaps. Road for life pass by so much scenery, mood how be if affectionate and disconsolate at the teenager. Walking silently, you of Mr., Liang, I needn’t spoil for you feeling cry, a century of life either, who have one day not answering a curtain call, let first raindrop for spring, simple to take with you I but eternal miss.
In the thin and thin raindrop here, I am missing the books of swordsmans of the homeland, am missing the memory with young remote youth of the homeland.
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