Please help me revise this prose poem

When it rains, listen quietly and you will feel the sound of the cry of the heart, your tears once intertwined with my tears now, drenching the whole city;

Just inadvertently looking back;

only to realize that your back disappeared into the distance;

I was left alone, and the only thing I was left behind was this only rainy season.

I still have that memory.

Deserted streets.

Who is still obsessively waiting.

Unknown. Ignorance. Unknown.

It's very well written, you can only change a few words, and you can refer to it if you don't change it.

When it rains, you can feel the cry of your heart when you listen quietly.

Your tears once and my tears now intertwined, drenching the whole city.

Just inadvertently looking back;

only to realize that your back has disappeared into the distance;

All that is left is this rainy season and endless memories.

Deserted streets.

Who is still obsessively waiting.

Know it or not. Know it or not. Know it or not.

When it rains, listen quietly.

The tears you once had.

And my tears now.

Wet the whole city;

Just inadvertently looking back;

Only then did I suddenly find out that your back.

Vanished into the distance;

I was left alone, the only rainy season.

And memories. Deserted streets.

Whoever is persistent is waiting.

A man who has returned.

Greetings to the return.

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I really don't know, do you sit down as a video, or record a segment, put it on the Internet, youtube or ** channel, for everyone, listen. Or go to a piano shop or something.

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How do you stand alone on the river? Is this hazy sky, dawn or dusk? Where to ask, I only feel that there is a world of flowers in front of me. There are a few white roses in the middle.

She came, she came down from the mountains. Dressed in beautiful makeup, it seems to be white, holding a large bouquet of flowers in his hand.

I said, "Come, give you a white rose, and a hairpin to put on the placket." She smiled and said a word, but she couldn't hear it. However, it seems that I didn't pick it, and she didn't wear it, but still held the flowers and walked forward.

When I looked up at her way, I saw that both sides were full of flowers, hanging flowers, and falling flowers.

I think white flowers are better than red flowers; But why didn't I take it off, and why didn't she wear it?

Where is the road ahead, and why not go with her?

It's all gone, the flowers are hidden, the dream is awake, what is the road ahead? How have you ever worn it?

Posthumously on August 20, 1921.

This article was originally published in the Beijing Morning Post on August 26, 1921, and later included in the poetry collection Spring Water. ）

This is Bingxin's cultivation with a white rose, the meaning is very simple, it is very suitable for you, I suggest you read more Bingxin's prose! With spine 1

"Autumn".

He Qifang shook the dew that was covered in the early morning, and the sound of logging drifted out of the valley.

Put down the sickle that has eaten the aroma of rice, and use the back basket to hold the fat melons and fruits between the bamboo fences.

In autumn, it is perched in a farmhouse.

Cast a round net into the cold mist of the river, and collect the shadow of the blue bream-like black tree leaves.

The reeds were laden with hoarfrost, and the small oars that returned to the moored were gently rocked.

Autumn game on a fishing boat.

The grass and fields are even more open to the sound of crickets.

The water of the stream has dried up, and the stones have become clearer.

Where is the sound of the flute on the back of the ox, the flute hole full of the incense and heat of the summer night?

Autumn dreams in the eyes of the shepherdess.

The red sun in the east breaks through the heavy clouds, the sun finally shines on the Hanhou Gate, our generation is proud and sad, and the children must be ambitious to the sky.

The family and the country are hidden in their hearts, and the people are happy and blessed, and the glory and sincerity are thousands of miles away from the future, and the dazzling light looks at the Quartet.

Comments: Poor rhyme, different rhymes. The ancients said that "poetry must rhyme, and poetry without rhyme is not poetry", in modern words, poetry must rhyme, and what does not rhyme is not called "poetry".

Look at your text, the first few sentences rhyme is not good, the last four sentences rhyme is okay, the family and the country are hidden in their hearts, the people are happy and blessed, and the glory and sincerity are with the future, and the dazzling light looks at the Quartet.

These four sentences conform to the rules of the poem, and the last word of one, two, and four sentences rhymes. Rhyme with "ang". Writing the first sentence of a poem can rhyme or not, and even sentences (words at the end of modern poems) need to rhyme.

In order to satisfy the rule that "poetry must rhyme", it is vainly changed to the following:

The red sun in the east breaks through the heavy clouds, the sun finally shines on the window of Hanhou, my generation is proud and sad, and the children must be full of ambition.

The family and the country are in their hearts, the people are happy and blessed, and the glory and sincerity are thousands of miles away from the future, and the dazzling light looks at the four directions.

Note: Even sentences rhyme, rhyme.

Peace is soft as a drizzle.

Crisp in the heart. Spring-like tears.

Wash your heart over and over again.

I held it tightly and read it.

Peace, peace, peace.

What a simple phrase.

What ordinary words.

The anticipation at this time is unparalleled.

How could I not cry or laugh.

Don't let Ying Ying tears.

A wine glass full of smiles.

Gently calling into the distance.

The eyes refreshed the sun that had not been seen for a long time.

The rising sun draws rays of light.

Low clouds. Raise your eyebrows and bathe in the morning sun.

I saw a snow-lit time tunnel.

Hang a shallow smile at the corner of your mouth.

Outline the most brilliant beauty of winter.

A flock of pigeons. Flying around in the sun.

Spin in joy.

Do you know. Those silver wings.

It's my heart as pure as a snowflake.

A peace dance wrapped in love.

She's light. Pick up the warm sun of winter.

Fly all over the south, fly all over the north.

Write peace into your heart and mine.

Write into the sky, write into the sun.

Written into the thousands of rivers and mountains that are connected.