Rainy Season Of Life

By Author: qiong zhang
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July rain line like a ray of light fell like gauze and smooth as silk, one supporting an umbrella, quiet walks along the Lake. Watching endless drizzle, listen yurun branches issued a wonderful accent, somehow, a very familiar to my infinite sadness welled up in vain for years to come... ...

It was the autumn of 1989, and did an evening drizzle, the next evening I a man holding an umbrella stood silently on the campus playground Grove, enjoy and relax tired head day. Suddenly from opposite girls Hostel of roof came a bursts of sad of violin sound, listening with that as weeping as sad of Qian Soviet songs "Katyusha" of music, I of heart suddenly for one of move, a inexplicable of curiosity prompted I quickly go to that girls Hostel of downstairs, borrowed with corridor weak of lighting up see to, only a align ear short hair in aquamarine jacket pure beautiful of girl are station in corridor of corner concentrate to pulled with violin. Did not know was infected by her melancholy piano, or was she drawn to beautiful gestures, I can't help but sit in the playground near the wet stone bench, looked at her silently, quietly ...
... listened to the long sad piano ... ...

Is such a lighthearted rainy night was a unintended encounter like this, but my life was destined to life in a swirl of emotions of grief, never be able to extricate themselves.

Sky raining harder and harder, sound of raindrops hitting my head umbrella also getting higher and higher, I seem to feel the subtle hints of music from miles away from me until they have stopped. Through the Pearly light light rain, the Blue Jackets couldn't figure leisurely, ears only specialist outstanding blues music and continuous rain ... ...

Suddenly time is fleeting, and two months later, on Sunday, school students go to the school auditorium to hear the Chinese educationist Professor Peng Qing lecture, I followed the team slowly walked into the Hall, and then sat on his seat by number. When I have no intention of turning back time, a familiar silhouette suddenly caught my eye, ... Qi Er short hair, blue jacket ... Sitting beside me was that rainy night girl of the violin, my God, this can't be true, right? My heart began to inexplicably beat up, my hands unconsciously on the tightness in the chest, fear that he comes out of the heart.