Essay Wl

Outside the window, light rain falls like pearls, each one striking the thick leaves and making a tick-tock sound. (br) That intermittent sound, in the quiet of self-study, stirs the most restless throbbing in my heart. (br) The night spreads a thin mist, like the gauze of a jade maiden, tempting the heart of a young man. (br) The rain, carrying a bone-chilling cold, keeps me at bay from the skin. (br) On a rainy night, holding hands with loneliness, married to indifference, it stops me thousands of miles away, abandons me in the vast wilderness, leaves me for ten thousand years without return. (br) Whose boat is that, moored in my sorrowful bay? Whose sadness is that, flowing in my river of heart?