The sun is shining brightly.

More than two in the afternoon, it should be sunny afternoon. At this time, the rain continued to fall. The gentle rain wet mood is very easy. Rain is really a substance that can affect your mood. If the stars are fallen elves, then the raindrops are falling notes, and bit by bit tapping my mood. I am not afraid of lonely people, often stay in a world of people, the rain left alone in my side, there is a suitable reason.

I have a little aloof, not too proud, "does not" no trace in my body. I'm just a faint aloof, not too much capital, only a slight touch all. I am easily immersed in the memory of the past, a faint sadness always around me, I can not afford the pain of the heart of the heart, so only a slight melancholy. I love the rain scattered, like flower petals flying all over the sky, like this small, persistent rain, rain falling notes, I can not understand the mind the secret, only let me enjoy the rain scattered.

The rain will make people inexplicable mood. Usually in the spare time, I will read, will be online, not afraid of loneliness, and now lonely, melancholy, is it the rain?

Outside the drizzle, the scenery is dim. The rain beat against the glass, and there was a sound in the room that I loved the friction of music and paper and pen. The heart seems to have the sound of flowers, but the rain is isolated, looming. The beating of music, knocking at the heart, the infection of the rain, let some originally melancholy melody add a kind of flavor. I can't stop it from falling, like a note that quietly controls my thoughts, the paper and the pen.

At this point, it seems that only one person, in fact, I was the only one to buckle the headset to listen to the music. But in the music I think of you, and in your heart I see your shadow. In the tens of thousands of people, I only think of you, after all, I still want to think of. Just what do I think? I can't remember what you look like, do not remember your smiling face, with only the left back, only turned the silhouette. At the moment, loneliness and solitude to create atmosphere, make me sad, in tears in the spread of shadow disappeared without a trace.

Once heard, "if you have too much baggage, don't travel alone; if you choose to leave, don't look back."". I know that the rain goes out of the sky; it is glad, for all things need its moisture. Although I think it is a pain, but I wish it! Sometimes leave is not no choice but to a destination.

Rain can provoke me, not because of loneliness and loneliness, but there is a trace of worry in my mind.

In the vast sea of people, hazy drizzle, in fact, not only scattered raindrops, only miss the mood, but also surrounded by memory and emotion. Rain, people produce inexplicable emotions, let go of the feelings of the heart. A small, persistent rain will bring another realm, just to see how you grasp.

Time is a two edged sword. When we were young, we danced together because of love or loneliness; after the vicissitudes of life, we became lonely because we were lonely. Think much, forget the passage of time, forget the plain life. I always enjoy traveling with my family during breaks. It's not necessarily a famous scenic spot or a beautiful place. It's just a place to relax and just walk with a busy day's wife in the street light.

Let the mood to travel, in the life, work complex things out, not escape, is a leisure to rest. Probably only a short period of two days, a day or even half a day, an hour, but this is a short period of time, can put aside some of the troubles of life, and the interpretation of a time of reunion, dense life beautiful scene, some things down the fetters of the mind, is a calm and free.

Let the mood to travel in a hitherto unknown relaxed momentum, into a familiar or unfamiliar place, enjoy the scenery. Enjoy the moment, the warmth of the sun and the company of your family. Maybe just humming a ditty, walked back and forth, looked around, feel the spring dance in the sunshine for a tree flowers.

The days passed by, the days that I could not hold, the longing for children who were studying abroad made me miserable. Not no memories, no pain, but has been unable to bloom, half lost barren. Look back suddenly, flowing away the original Miao, not just my yijingchunshui, and my heart to pursue the courage to fight. Think, to sing a love, a love painting pen; a blooming flower, covering a piece of tiles. Always like to break up with the soul in the depths of the image of the years, let the mood to open a review. The old travel, remembered in his writings, let the soul in the old sweet or sad in the circuitous route, shallow sing. Some people, some things are gradually blurred and unfamiliar. Like a shuttle, stirring in the dust of the long time, ripples ripples out in the heart of the lake.

There are some invitations in life that should not be forgotten. I will put away all the foreign things in my leisure time and travel with light, even if only for a short while. To feel the free laughter, the leisure friendship, the beautiful scenery in life...... After years of turning up memories of the album, smile, laughter,