Cotton Yurou wind does not fall asleep

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[REVIEW] Somehow, I suddenly remembered that the floor of the stray leaves and then think of the song “春眠不觉晓, Everywhere Birds Are Singing, night comes wind and rain, Whispering Color.”Poem.    Thick rain rain, down nearly a half months, there is no rest stop means.Each from under the umbrella looked up and saw, without exception, are gloomy gray skies to repression.  If in the past, and then the next ten and a half, and my heart there will only be joy.But now no longer like to listen to the rain, watching the rain, the rain, so the next one-two days had wanted to complain, jointly and severally, the rain, the mood to follow up bad.  One night in the middle of the night wake up, hear the rain outside the window spray dots, but it is hard to fall asleep, just quietly listening to God condensate.That what about knocking on the window glass on the ground or rain, I do not know because of his feelings at the time, was itself so, I listened to what it feels torn in pieces, then we find that the rain was soaked in blood.Would like to get dressed and see what happens, but is too afraid, I just kept listening carefully.  Somehow, I suddenly remembered that the floor of the stray leaves and then think of the song “春眠不觉晓, Everywhere Birds Are Singing, night comes wind and rain, Whispering Color.”Poem.That heart is like withered flowers, fall into the water to be flooded by the rain, wet full of water.Those who accompany me to see the rain, listening to the rain, rain, scattered over the steps with me in the rain, now not in my side.I Listening to the rain, thinking about those girls and boys, thinking about the future can no longer meet, and my heart filled with a burst of sad wet.  Songs, random play.They are like the song like an appointment, work together to bully me, one also followed a similar sad soaked in the rain.Then think of their own want to hear that song, I had to smile shaking his head.  Say “Riyousuosi night had a dream,” Qiannian every day, but not altogether even to dream.At the moment sitting quietly, ears think of that rain, accompanied by wind, Bile Yan want to sleep.  I thought: Maybe this spring a sleep, I could see a familiar face.[Editor: Yuet Wah]