七月的天 ，似乎一直和雨有关 。
雨意潺潺，沥沥尽致，悠悠落落，不经意中 ，飘远那份想念你的思绪，或许一切都和雨意无关，但这样的日子 ，袅绕着淡淡的忧伤，漫步于雨中，似乎又和你有关。
细雨织成愁 ，撑伞，徘徊于雨幕，轻拢一伞的思念 ，密密麻麻，连成珠帘，一串串 ，敲打着我那颗疲惫的心，竟有种无言的疼，时时灼伤着我的心事，细雨飘然的世界 ，唯有昏黄的灯光轻轻摇曳，一弯水面相映，引人遐思无数 ，竟有种不知身在何处的恍惚。
记忆里曾经那些熟悉的过往，便一幕幕涌上了我的脑海 ，那些与你一起走过的日子，亦随雨徘徊在柳绿花红的这个夜幕 。
那一夜，与你月下执手，穿过指间的温柔 ，层层叠叠，沁沁入心，轻柔之间的甜蜜瞬间打湿了我所有的心事 ，你的笑容，轻绽一缕柔情，暖暖的 ，顿时漫过我的心头，哦，亲爱 ，你可知道？我们虽然拥有的只是待剪的一盏烛火，然而，眼波交融 ，划出的却是万千真情，如一池春歌，沥沥初绽。
低颦处，一抹胭脂红 ，醉一季清风；一腔柔情，尽在帘栊，叹千转回肠。泪水中 ，轻言相问，可知，蜡烛虽短 ，但灰烬中浓浓的几多相思，足以绿净湖光 。
好想知道这样的日子里 ，你会在哪里？是否你也会如我，这般思念着你？于是，借一缕忽明忽暗的灯影 ，手指轻点，编好短信，犹豫好久，摇摇头 ，还是算了吧。其实，想或不想，你都在我的心里不离不弃 。轻轻伸手接住那串串雨珠 ，噼噼啪啪中，敲击过我的掌心，溅落满地 ，清清凉凉的爽心，便不自觉地又想起你，在这个雨亦淡淡、夜亦淡淡的七月。
低眉 ，拮心香一瓣，遥遥相寄，一抹相思 ，悠悠消瘦，风雨间，可知我浓浓深情，倾地一片？
含羞 ，写一阕情诗，梦里垂凋，几多思念 ，难成语句，笔墨处，可叹我深深心意 ，回肠千万？
雨，委婉如歌，渐行渐隐 ，就如你的眼眸，愈来愈迷离，恍惚间 ，我竟无法拼凑你的深情，也有些读不懂你，爱你，好难！不爱 ，却难舍！
无言的泪水漫过，一行行，牵扯 ，开始泛滥，开始湮灭，湮灭了每一个有你的情节 ，也湮灭了每一篇有你的相思诗赋。
与你相遇 ，本是生命里一次美丽的偶然，与你相恋，或许是三生石盟上一次偶然的美丽吧 ，佛说，五百次的回眸才换来一次的擦肩而过，而上天成就给我和你的这份缘，难道也是冥冥之中注定的吗？
轻拢一地婆娑的雨意，盈盈没过我想你所有的心事 ，撒一帘思念，追随于你，到有你的每一处 ，那曾经酝酿的甜蜜，是否是否也会再一次暖过你水淋淋的七月？收拢一夜的雨幕，那寸寸剔透过心海的爱恋 ，是否是否也会再那一次想起那个为你柔肠千回的女子？雨意潺潺，悠悠我心 。
只愿，在今夜 ，梦的尽头，你会含笑随风而来，轻轻牵我的手 ，一起深情相拥走过这个雨季，这个有你的七月 。
In July, it seems to have been related to the rain.
The rain is full, the drainage, long fall, inadvertently, the floating is far from the thoughts, maybe everything is nothing to do, but such a day, walking around a faint sadness, stroll in the rain, seems to be You are related.
Dizza weaves, support umbrellas, hovering the rain, the thoughts of an umbrella, densely numb, even bead curtains, a string, knocking my tired heart, there is a kind of painful pain I always burn my heart, the rain and frozen world, only the faint lights are gently swayed, and the water is reflected, and there is nothing, but there is a kind of 惚 不.
The raining of the oblique rain wets my dress, lifted, the sky, deep, the sky, the general mood, sinking.
Such July, such dusk, suddenly miss you!
The memories have been familiar with the past, and the scene has flocked to my mind, and those who have gone with you, and rose this night with rain.
That night, with you, the gentleness of you, the gentleness of the fingers, stacked, 沁, soft, soft, the sweet moment, you wet all my heart, your smile, light Silting, warm, suddenly over my heart, oh, dear, do you know? Although we have a candle fire to be scissed, however, the eye wave is blending, but it is a thousand true feelings, such as a pool spring song, and the prolapse is blooming.
Low-ranking, a plug-in, drunk a seasons; a tenderness, all in the curtain, sighing for thousands of turns back. In tears, you can ask, it is understood that the candles are short, but the ashes have a few more acacia, enough to green lakes.
July day, suddenly miss you! Can you know? dear.
I really want to know where you will, where will you? Will you also think about you like me? So, with a minimalized dark light shadow, finger, make a short message, hesitate for a long time, shake his head, or forget it. In fact, I don't want to think, you are not in my heart. Gently reach the string of rain, 噼噼噼噼, tap my palm, splash, clear and cool, unconsciously, I don't consciously think of you, this rain is also faint, night is also faint July.
Low eyebrow, antagonist, distorted, one touch, long, thin, wind and rain, can you know that I am deep and affectionate, poured?
Mercure, write oneLove poetry, dreams, how many thoughts, difficult statements, pen in the ink, sigh, I am deeply sad, back to intestine? ! Don't love, but it's hard!
Silent tears, a line, involvement, began to be flooding, start to be annihilated, annihilated every plot, and annihilated each article.
I miss you, because I love you! Can you know? dear.
July's acupuncture has no color, and the story of July has also faded up the chapter.
Meet with you, this is a beautiful accident in life, in love with you, maybe it is a casual beauty in the Sanyue Site, the Buddha said that the return of five hundred times will change the shoulders, And God's achievements gave me this, is it destined? Is it destined?
Ask the day? Ask? Ask you!
God does not answer, you are not in front of you.
Gathering the rain of a woman, Ying Ying has never thought about all your heart, sprinkling a curtain, follow you, to every place, the sweetness that has been brewing, whether it will be once again Warm over your water is on the July? Gather the rain curtain of the night, the inch pickled through the heart of the heart of the heart of love, will it also think about the woman who is a thousand retraining for you? The rain is, and I am long.
But for the king, no regrets! Sinking here, it has become a song ...
Love you, will think about you so much! Can you know? dear.
If you are in a hurry, the smoke cloud is dissipated, dizzy and moist.
July, the rain is connected, and the rain is ink, for you, write a paragraph.
I only hope that at night, the end of the dream, you will laugh with the wind, gently hold my hand, and have a deep embarrassment, this rain season, this is your July.
July, a season of unrelated windy moon. A rain is a little dusk.
Suddenly miss you! Can you know? dear.
I miss you, because I love you! ! You can know it again?
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