Qingwei |I love you, Spring Rain."

Too rare, long lost spring rain.

It's not easy to see you again, but fortunately I can still hear your still elegant laughter, which reminds me of the scene when we first met last year: you were a little naughty smiling outside my window, and from time to time you cocked your cherry-tasting mouth, complaining that I was still lazy, and replying to my greeting with a slightly dull voice "Hum". As I put my hands behind my head and made a sneaky grimace at you, you crossed my windowsill and kissed my forehead. In this way, you gently and gently wet my heart and melted into my dreams. This feeling touched me deeply and made me unable to resist your watery tenderness. My mind went blank, and I could only gently and gently take you into my arms. You don't seem to like the cool spring breeze very much, so you press your shy cheeks tightly against my shoulders and wrap your hands around my breasts. I slowly kissed my lips on your forehead, quietly and quietly indulging in this dream of snuggling with each other.

The guqin melody outside the window is still beating, and your refreshing breath has enchanted me into my seemingly unreal dreams. When I was still wandering in the world of pure beauty, you whispered in my ear, "Go out for a walk!" I turned my face and stared at the countless faces that had been admired by you. Your eyes are as clear as a spring, the source of life that has been trickling with frozen water for a long time. You and I are attached to each other's eyes, looking for the shadows of the past in each other's eyes, no, it is not a shadow, it is another attachment to each other. I smiled and acquiesced, but I was afraid to break this rare dream of a fairyland on earth. How I wished that this moment would fall into the freezing point, forever sealed under the multicolored pool, swirling between each other's happiness. Let time flies, and the sea becomes a mulberry field. And you and I have been until the end, holding hands, forever accompanied by the countryside.

I was dressed, I had dreams that I had never woken up, and the oil-paper umbrella you had given me to keep carefully. Holding hands together, we walked under umbrellas and walked through the rain alleys of the small village with drizzle and smoke. The flowers in the courtyard of the village bloomed into a decadent fence, and the indissoluble fragrance drifted in the smoke and rain; the delicate shoots shyly hugged the damp branches and secretly sniffed the fragrance of the petals; the accumulated raindrops played mischievously on the vines, and the breeze wanted to gently stroke it, but he jumped on the fence wall. The rain-soaked walls outline a strange landscape painting; the water on the steps rushes forward like a flock of children; the drenched finches hide in the corner alone and mourn. You jumped around the bluestone steps without hesitation, splashing the corners of my pants, and I deliberately made angry look, while you cocked your mouth and twisted your head to the side. You put your hand out of the umbrella, and your fingers lightly clicked on the treetops with flower buds in the rain, happily admiring the rain and dew in the sky and the shooting stars during the day. You twisted off a petal and suddenly stuck it to the tip of my nose. I deliberately pretended to be angry, but in fact I had already indulged your misdeeds, but only kissed you lightly on the forehead to punish you.

The smell of the wind is getting weaker and weaker, the dark clouds in the sky are gradually dappled, and the condensation of the drizzle gathering on the branches is gradually rare. Until, in the haze, there is some clarity; until, until, the cooking smoke does not rise in the air; until, until, the curtain of light hangs in the broken haze gap. You suddenly lose your smile and turn your face, trying to freeze the world as if you were looking at me. I have an ominous premonition, trying to find the answer in your eyes but not daring to face it. I didn't have the courage to face this answer and closed my eyes until I couldn't feel the last drop of rain. You hugged me tightly, and there seemed to be a crying sound in my ear. Until, I didn't seem to have a breath, and you and my heart blended together. I vaguely understood that this would be an unforgettable parting, a wordless parting.

It was clear, clear, and there was a shadow at the end of the rain alley. I hated the dissipated haze that he had shattered the dream I had longed for; the umbrella that slipped from my fingers and shattered my shadow between the stone steps. You gently withdrew from my body, your hands clasped tightly by me, but little by little. The look back when you left me replaced my sky, and the tear in the corner of my eye remained in my heart forever. Did you know that at this time, whether I was holding an umbrella or not, my heart was already wet?

The rain stopped, the rain stopped, stopped the watery tenderness you brought me, stopped the hazy dreams of the smoke and rain, but could not stop my sadness that was difficult for me to help. How I longed, longed for you not to leave and come back to me. The sword of reality destroyed all the good things I had, leaving me alone, alone, in this long, long rainy alley to grieve and grieve.

Dreams, deep thoughts; pain, traveled through a thousand years. A song of smoke and rain love that heavy shadow, can be known to be speechless. I picked up the oil-paper umbrella and glanced back at the alleyway that had appeared lonely in the quiet of the morning. It was no longer the beautiful rain alley, and I was left wandering there alone. But soon I wanted to flee, because I didn't want to look at the scenery, and I didn't want to hear the slightly hoarse singing of the birds.

I thought of the shore where we were fishing together, which was supposed to be where I was going. I hurried to the lake, but I didn't find your shadow. The spring lake is always so uncalm, mercilessly swaying like a silent shadow against me. I wanted to dream softly in the wind, but I was always disturbed by the mischievous petals, jumping over my cheeks happily and flying to the sparkling scales of the lake reflecting the pleasant shadows. My heart suddenly relaxed a lot, because here I felt your presence and seemed to see your shadow. Suddenly I heard a voice in my ear, a melody to be precise, a prelude to attachment to the Garden of Eden.

What a wonderful thing it is to remember, and it is a miracle to be able to dream of your shadow in other places. Don't cry, I'll be back there, the rainy alley we walked side by side.

Wait for me, Spring Rain!

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Early April 28, 2011 in the Gregorian calendar

Located in Sifang Campus of Qingdao University of Science and Technology

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Early March 22, 2020 in the Gregorian calendar

In Licang District, Qingdao City

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