The Mid-Autumn Festival had just passed a few days ago, but the moon was no longer shining brightly as soon as night fell. Instead, it was not long before dinner. Although it was slightly later than the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moment it came out, it hung high in the sky. It seemed to be a little rounder, brighter, and cleaner than before. Moreover, the moonlight was not as cold as before. Instead, there was an orange-yellow luster in the center, adding a warm and warm color to the moon. If you were to witness this hue, you would forget the dreary seasons you saw during the day.
On this day, I was not feeling well, so I curled up at home all day. She lay lazily on the bed and slept for the entire day in a daze. Who knew that at night, she couldn't fall asleep. Therefore, she was looking forward to the moon rising. She wanted to see the warmth of the orange color and appreciate the romance under the soft luster. I hurriedly washed my face, drank a cup of hot milk, and ate two mouthfuls of cake before impatiently opening the window. Unexpectedly, it was pitch black outside. There was no light, not even from the stars, except for the flickering light of the distant street lamps. On a dark night, there was a mist that made me realize that it was raining.
It was raining. The autumn rain was cool, but it was not as refreshing and dripping as the summer rain. If it wasn't for the rustling sound on the ground and the interweaving of the raindrops from the car lights, one would never have realized the arrival of rain just by looking at the light from the street lights and the lights from the high-rise residential buildings. The moths under the street lamps in summer had disappeared in autumn. Living in a cage-like high-rise building, you would never be able to appreciate the tenderness of the village at night. As time passed, people gave this feeling of helplessness a new and unique name: "Building syndrome." Whether there was such a syndrome or not, they would not discuss it for the time being, because there was no need to discuss it. In fact, it was a kind of homesickness complex. Just like in this dark night, facing the lingering drizzle, who would be willing to render Wu Tong's lonely feelings in such a boring realm?
Occasionally, a few drops of cool raindrops fell on his bare chest. In an instant, a bone-piercing chill spread through his body through his consciousness. I don't know if you want to express a kind of depression, or if the season wants to take away your enthusiasm. In any case, these few strands of coldness made the loneliness in your heart feel even more terrified. Bored, he turned around and sat down at the computer desk. He turned on the computer eagerly, quickly refreshed the screen, and logged into QQ anxiously. He flashed through the list of his friends 'avatars, and his eyes were fixed on that one avatar, eagerly waiting for it to flash. His eyes were wide open and he did not move at all. It refreshed again and again. As soon as the avatar changed color, a series of words immediately flooded the screen.
"Have you eaten?" "Yes, what about you?" "I ate too. What are you doing?" "I'm waiting for someone. What are you doing?”"I'm also waiting for someone." "Are you waiting for 'him' or 'her'?”" I'm waiting for him. What about you?"”"Nothing much. I'm just waiting. I'm used to it. Every day when she did not see him, her heart felt empty. What are you waiting for her for?" "Nothing much. I just wanted to see if she had released a new song today. I wanted to hear her sing.”"Her voice is not as good as a singer's original song. Why don't you listen to a singer's original song?”"You don't understand. The singer's singing is good, but it always feels like there's something missing. Maybe it was because of human feelings! Anyway, I'm not going to buy a ticket to listen to a singer's song. So, don't look down on a singer. Whether she sings well or badly has nothing to do with me. However, her songs are different. I can comment on them, and I can also communicate with her through QQ. We can exchange our opinions and thoughts, and we can also exchange our thoughts.”"Did you play basketball today?" "No, I'm not feeling well today.”"Then why don't you rest? Although I don't want anything to happen between us, I still want you to be safe. Because your comments might have already become the motivation and spiritual support for her karaoke.”"Me too. It's precisely because I see everything between us as pure and sacred. Therefore, I don't want to profane this sacred relationship. But she seemed to understand my heart and knew what kind of song I needed. Her voice has become my source of inspiration. And a sign of silence when I rest.”"Don't you want to video call her?" "No, because we have a gentleman's agreement. A chance meeting, a strange attachment for life. She didn't want to dream of holding hands, nor did she want to think about the fate that had never happened.”"Then what song are you going to get her to give you today?”"It doesn't matter. It mainly depends on her mood.”"Alright then! Today, she will give you two songs. One is " Dream Behind a Curtain " and the other is " Sweet Honey." I hope you like it. I hope that it can give you some motivation and inspiration. This is her wish.”"Yes! As long as she sings, I like it.”
Outside the window, the rain was even colder, and the lights in the Misty Rain Alley were hazy. It was drizzling. Who could understand the coldness of the parasol tree? Under the parasol tree, there was no longer the beautiful shadow of the moon. I wonder if I can see your jumping figure from the pavilion on the road. I always fantasize about your appearance, I always draw your figure in my dreams. Under the parasol tree, under the moonlight, you were wearing a pink dress. This dress always perfectly accentuated your well-proportioned and tall figure. The perfect curves can perfectly portray your gentleness. The sparkling moonlight could make your bright eyes glow with more charm. A faint smile, for the cold moonlight, wrote the silence of the night. A pair of feet at 40 yards, yet they were as light as a parasol tree. Your long hair is loose, and your tenderness is drifting in the air. The natural skin color of your bare face blooms with the beauty of your temperament. A gentle flick of her slender and fair fingers could always dim the moonlight's face. Her sweet singing always attracted the moonlight. However, the faint sadness on your face can always arouse the longing in my heart.
To be honest, I really want to leave a message in your space saying,'I won't grow old until you come.' The avatar on the screen flashed again, and my heart was beating rapidly. "It's raining here. Is it sunny over there?”"Yes! It's sunny here." "Yes! If you're sunny, I'll be fine." "Cherish it while you can." "The night rain can't stop your singing, but it has disturbed my mood.”"Remember the oath you made back then. Don't let down your good intentions.”"Yes! He understood that what he couldn't achieve was his dream, and what he couldn't achieve was his goal. What was readily available was only cliché preaching, and in the end, all the beauty was lost.”" What cries is tragic, what rejoices is complete, what turns a blind eye to is dull, and what long-term desire is longing.”"Oh! He didn't know when she stopped singing and started writing aphorisms.”"One is tainted by the company of vermilion and ink. A comment about not being able to meet would always be a message.”"There are 3,000 weak waters, I only take one ladle.”"In the dim light, she can only smile at you in the bushes.”"Is this the so-called friendship between gentlemen? Was this the so-called blue face and red face?”"Don't have excessive expectations. Always keep your initial wish as light as water.”"Your words will always be a pool of thunder that cannot be crossed by half a step.”"Why did you use 'you' instead of 'her'?”"She is you, and you are her. It was just that I was a little careless and wrote it out.”"Hahaha, let's not set up an ambush."
After taking a short break, she opened the window. The rain was slightly heavier now, and there was a slight east wind. The coolness cleared the depression in the room. The raindrops falling on my chest greedily plundered my enthusiasm. It was unknown if the parasol tree standing in front of the window was still quietly listening to the bell on the midnight passenger ship. She did not know if the lingering rain was still filling the air with warmth for the parasol tree in front of the window. She didn't know if the parasol tree in front of the window had turned her deep feelings into a yearning. Let the blood in his heart boil, or use the blood in his heart to warm the cold rain. Depressed was not a symbol of helplessness, and loneliness was not always written in a heartless way. I don't know if it's an illusion or a dream, but the keyboard is always shining with the light of your small eyes that are smiling into a line. In her thin eyes, she focused on the true feelings that were spreading everywhere. Whenever I fantasize about these eyes, your cheerful figure jumps out.
Using words to write romance was a kind of warmth after disappointment. Using one's heart and blood to embellish one's feelings was a kind of persistent longing. Using reason to settle feelings was a true attachment. Using no regrets as a symbol for the emotional fragments was a true vow of love.
The avatar was flashing again. The flashing of the avatar was a call. "Oh! Still not asleep? Should we also call the establishment of this sacred emotion our first love?”"The abuse of words is a blasphemy against purity.”"Why so serious? Was there no such thing as the golden mean?”"Yes, but in the face of major issues, there can't be the slightest carelessness. Otherwise, there was a high chance that he would not be able to control himself over time. The slightest carelessness could put him in a situation where he could never recover.”"Okay, I respect you, but this is not my intention.”"The original intention is the most dangerous thing." "Yes! Philosophies. Brilliant!" "The realm of aesthetics is confusing.‘Mist Cage Cold Water Moon Cage Sand, was it beautiful?”"Beautiful." "The beauty lies in its bewilderment, its haziness, and its distance.”"Oh! Just like a mirage, it was precisely because it was illusory and unreachable that it could make people obsessed and always want to explore it.”"Yes! Good girl, smart girl." "This sentence is a little ambiguous." "Ambiguity only means that there's no suspicion between the two of them. It doesn't necessarily mean that they won't leave each other and can't think of it as a message of love.”"What do you mean by no suspicions?" "Sigh! (This time, it was an emoticon) No suspicion is mutual trust. You have me in your heart, and I have you in my heart. Don't think of this kind of ambiguous relationship as so dirty. I'm going offline. We'll continue tomorrow night." "Can we chat a little longer? It's just eleven o'clock. Isn't it too late?”"An unreasonable request is always accompanied by an absurd excuse. I refuse. Goodnight!"
The parasol tree was still quietly receiving the flying drizzle. The drizzle was also spreading its deep feelings and continuing. The steam under the rising light beam of the car was so clean that there was not a trace of dust. The drizzling rain under the street lamps and the night rain under the lights of thousands of houses were all splashing with the gorgeous neon lights. Everything in front of me made me understand who was the one who was responsible for the miracle of the rain on the parasol tree. Who was the one who awakened Wu Tong's true intention for the rain? Who was the one who wrote the comment for the rainy night? All the good things were the highest level of emotions that were worth cherishing. If one didn't know how to appreciate it, everything would become a thing of the past in an instant.
Who wrote the parasol tree for the night rain? It was you. Who will make the parasol tree tender? It was you. Who turned the tenderness of the drizzle and the silence of the parasol tree into magical beauty? Or you. You are the fairy who wrote the parasol tree for Ye Yu, and you are also the soul of Ye Yu and the parasol tree.
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