难忘脑中时光的伞

Had it rained, like a person walking in the rain, the rush of pedestrians to see around the hands of the umbrella, a small side of the world is clear, no rain, the street has a dark color weather gorgeous.
Less time and memory, there is a small umbrella, a touch of light blue, white pocketsquare minor white flowers, very soft images, sophisticated and elegant, in the rain, points from falling bit by bit by bit, as if carefully covered with a thin layer of smoke, micro- fluttering blue a dream, walked up and down in the rain will not fade away.
Floating like once a day rain, a person to hold the umbrella, walking in the deserted road, the voice of Rain, often think of the quiet and melancholy, like \"rain do not need to go,\" the indifferent, would like to \"empty dripping order that\" the sadness and the sad, the world is under the umbrella of its own secrets, holding the small fine, ignoring the rain and wind around the shallow, that the mind On freely, without the fetters of the problem and touching.
Youth in a certain period of time, I refused to hold up an umbrella, like rain, like Rain hit the clear window lattice, like the elegant lilac rain, like eyelashes drop in the cooler, walk in the wind alone, we have the shoes tread the voice on the road, it passed close to the stranger, and do not meet an umbrella, then watch on the streets like p, it is composed of the world umbrella, beautiful and moving, the thin dense intertwined in the rain between the umbrella and umbrella, as between the mind and heart to touch, the umbrella and the umbrella over the gaps in the misty rain, and the exchange is silent language, always want the rain there was a touching, the phase case, so you worry about people , people can face the rain and made of exquisite feelings through the ages, people can life together in the rain, people can remember rain is the same emotions, let the rain the story of the umbrella can be forever.
Vulnerable people to change the rain, it was like to have a friend who miss the heart, in the world should be a people can fend for themselves congratulating each other and hold together a beloved umbrella up, not afraid of storms around, not afraid of strangers rough, not afraid of the difficult road ahead, not afraid of the dark tomorrow, as long as they can to way through this life, they are also no regrets.
Umbrella and the rain has been to fabricate any story I can not be missing in the plot, always mind the depths of the rain umbrella picture engraved into the most beautiful scenery, can not forget can not give up.

曾经下雨的时候,喜欢一个人走在雨里,看身边匆匆行人手中的伞,一方小小的天地是无雨的晴空,街头阴暗的天气却有着色彩的斑斓。
  年少时光的记忆里,有一把小小的雨伞,淡淡的浅蓝,缀着白色细碎的小花,很柔和的图案,精巧而雅致,在雨中,雨珠从伞面点点滴滴滴飘落,仿佛罩着一层细细薄薄的烟,那抹微蓝仿若飘动的一种梦境,在雨里走来走去,不会消逝。
  曾经很喜欢飘着细雨的日子,一个人撑把伞,走在冷清的路上,听雨的声音,常想雨打芭蕉的清幽和惆怅,想“斜风细雨不须归”的淡然,想“空阶滴到明”的忧伤与哀怨,伞下的世界便是自己的秘密,守住这一小片晴朗,无视身边的浅风细雨,那份浅淡的心绪自由自在,没有羁绊的困扰和缠绵。
  在某一段青春时光,我拒绝打伞,喜欢淋雨,喜欢听雨打窗棂的清脆,喜欢雨中丁香的幽雅,喜欢雨珠滴落在睫毛上的清凉,孤独地走在风里,有鞋踩在路上发出的声音,有身边擦肩而过的陌路,有一把把不相遇的伞,那时就喜欢观看街头的伞花,那是伞组成的世界,美丽而动人,细细密密的雨交织在伞与伞之间,就如心事与心事之间的碰触,伞与伞的空隙有雨笼罩的迷蒙,而心与心交流是无声的语言,总想雨中该有一场动人心弦的相遇,让你牵肠挂肚、让人魂牵梦萦,让人可以面对雨而发千古之幽情,让人可以在雨中相伴相守一生,让人可以记住雨的缠缠绵绵是不变的情感,让雨中伞的故事可以成为永远。
  雨让人变的脆弱,让人感到想有一颗相知的心在默默挂牵,在世上总应该有一个人可以与自己执手相握,共同撑起一把心爱的伞,不怕身边的风雨,不怕陌生的坎坷,不怕前路的艰难,不怕明日的阴暗,只要能相携地走过今生的路,便也无怨无悔。
  而雨中伞一直是我杜撰故事中不可缺失的情节,总是在心灵深处把雨中伞的画面镌刻成最美丽的风景,不能忘记也不能舍弃。


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