Caprice rain

Raining again. Few degrees east, with several fly.
Torn rainy, cold weather first warm first moment they hit wind attack, while a drizzle, the spring is really the children crying and laughing, people were angry.
Shower curtain, the days of Tide, to wet, gray around the world a gray, absorbing the gorgeous colors. I rode the tram, dressed in raincoats, walking in the rain and fog in gray. Vehicles, pedestrians, passing, toward their own way home.
The pattering rain, playing in my poncho, the crackle sound. Through the fuzzy lens, I looked up front, the river on both sides of the new willow branches in the rain with swagger. Arcadia 10 000 branches, with hairy creeping things, and I wiped his hand lens, look carefully, it is clearly Tulv of new shoots.
If those who dream of looking like the new green smoke, my thoughts like rain incessantly beneath the bitter with.
When spring comes, I'll be searching in an attempt to flowers, from the willow branches on the Midao spring footprint. However, spring always comes late, too late. I am inquiring at the office, winter jasmine opened it? Apricot Peach opened it? Day, colleagues said, winter jasmine has opened the door on the left there are two auspicious tree.
I quickly took the digital camera to take pictures. When I pointed the camera lens which Can yellow winter jasmine tree, its flowering Masamori. Those stunning eyes of jasmine, garden trees Thriving, endure endure crowded crowded, bustling downtown noise, it seems to be twisted by the rack branches. Spring, and it was gorgeous tree branches hanging in the Spring Festival! I'm just glad to find the spring. I went to shoot apricot, film reviving the wheat seedling. I would like to capture bits and pieces of spring changes.
Thinking about this time last year, and I, as now, in search of the spring can be an instant all year. One year spent similar, but each year who may be different. Fleeting as prick pain of my heart. That year, also yellow decals on the mirror today, but memories in the rain Love; that year, was a slim and of the Li-mei, today, is no longer the old people.
When too thin, too wide fingers, those moments of beauty, turned around, seems to be spent next year. Sigh with: Wine, flowers young things, not muddy like the old feelings.
The face of Xiaoxiao's rain, no wonder there are more Xichun ancient Spring and the Impressions!
"Rain Wang lunacy March evening, up to the door the evening, do not intend to stay in the spring of living." Late March evening, silent dusk, the spring rush, unable to retain. In these circumstances, the number of life perception! That the person listening to the rain Gechuang children, whether as me? In looking forward to spring, sigh a fleeting time.
"Wind slender thin drizzle, 10000 Yangliuqing smoke inside. Love the wet tree can not afford to spend fly." Good wind, rain Run, the city is willow, lush, 10,000 houses, shaded by the willows, the green fog of smoke in. What a bright spring scene! Unfortunately, the spring would quietly go back, that branch can not bear to leave the wet flower, how nostalgia Blossoming time!
Spring is the first in four seasons, all life started to recover, naturally present exuberant vitality, who do not want to keep it? However, the pace of time, always rush too hastily. Spring is drifting far away.
Watching the rain falling aimlessly, my mind float along. I thought of the dead youth, thought about from the middle-aged.
To me, the youth became a floating inside the misty rain Her last request. Just think, middle age, the time off really fast, year after year, blink of an eye of a wave, and disappeared. I found time to rush, and sighed when to switch back to actively look for, it only left a vague gesture of desolation.
Amidst thin, mining the clouds, fillip fleeting life too. Fingertips, the roots of old.
I remember thinking: This is beyond how to spend? It to writing for pleasure, this book to friends now! I want to in the text, to look for, I past lives of real and moving.
Rain is still with, walk in the rain, I again received the baptism of the spirit ... ...