It's summer, and I can't sleep at night for a few days. It's very hot. The environment is stuffy both indoors and outdoors. Before the second watch, the child's room became much quieter, thinking that the boy might have fallen asleep. But no, snoring came out after a while. I don't know when, through the net of the screen window, a slight cool breeze squeezed in. How many days have passed, it is so refreshing to be able to take advantage of God's gift to get some coolness in the hot mood. But God’s temper is hard to predict. From time to time, God will play tricks on us, causing the dark clouds to bring rain and the evening breeze.
It seems that hearing the wind is like rain, and it is wrong to say this before seeing it. I wanted to stop talking, but when I started talking, the rain came. When a person is alone in the house, enjoying the cool air just now turns into praying for rain, giving people inner nourishment. At night, everything is quiet except for the sound of rain, which is light in the dusk sky, neither big nor small. When there is silence, my mood often flies to the sky, swimming and stirring in the light wind and drizzle. It combines the past, the recent rain, the big and small rains in the sky, and the rain in my heart into one, and sings out one brisk lyric after another. Slow music.
Several times of wind and rain, several times of spring and autumn, wind, frost, snow and rain fight against each other. This is the lyrics of a song. I remember the song is called "Young Aspirations Don't Say Sorrows". It is said to be about not saying worries, but unknowingly, I have passed the age of not saying worries, and the mood that has been submerged by the years has been washed away. A lot of history. I have no choice but to vaguely come up with a few scenes of falling rain in the passing years, which may be a comfort to my mood today.
The soil of my hometown, the love of my hometown, and the rain in my hometown have a deep impression on me. There is light rain, pattering. There was also heavy rain, pouring down, and everyone suffered. At that time, it was the time to watch the weather and eat. It would be a happy thing if there could be a few timely rains that would fall at the critical moment. Let’s talk about light rain first. Light rain often comes gently and goes slowly, either in the morning or at noon. It also often appears in spring, when everything is as moist as suds. Generally speaking, there is light rain in March, but in this place, spring rain does not moisten the earth until April or May. The farmers got up early and braved the drizzle, and went out into the mountains and into the fields. The rain penetrated a little coolness into the solid hearts on his solid arms, and also implanted the faith and strength of harvest; and the lush green The wheat fields, as far as the eye can see, also carry the hope of a good harvest throughout the year. Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, that is true. Isn't this spring rain as precious as oil? Besides, heavy rains often occur in the summer, so they are no longer like bursts of spring thunder. They are just a burst of momentum. It is not an exaggeration to say it is heavy, urgent, or torrential. One day, the whole family was working in the fields. The weather was dull all morning. The sun was hidden behind the clouds, and only the figure was not visible, and the face was not revealed. The rain came at any time. In the blink of an eye, black clouds came over and spread rapidly from the sky to the surrounding areas. After a few thunders and lightnings, the rain started pouring down. People ran away quickly, and before they reached the halfway point, they all looked like drowned rats. I vaguely remember a saying when I was a kid: when it rains heavily, it’s probably because God is trying to scare away some ominous evil spirits in the world. It’s best for people to stay at home and relax. It’s not good to be caught in the rain or get confused outside. I still vaguely remember a children's song that has been passed down for a long time, "The rain is pouring down, and a call comes from Beijing, asking me to join the army. I haven't grown up yet...", that is a nursery rhyme that has not grown up. After a heavy rain, there will always be a colorful rainbow hanging in the sky, which can be regarded as a great comfort and hope for people.
Rain is a pictographic character. Regarding the method of making the character rain, "Shuowen Jiezi" has a saying that "water flows from the clouds. One resembles the sky, the clouds resemble clouds, and the water is leisurely." That is, under the vast sky, in the layers of clouds, the strings of water droplets falling down are rain. The ancient cultural sages created this word to a perfection that is astonishing and unpredictable. In the vast ancient books of China, descriptions of rain are also more common and can be seen everywhere. Spring rain is the most praiseworthy. Du Fu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem "happy rain on a spring night". Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, it moistens things silently, and vividly and vividly depicts the kindness of rain in moistening the earth in silence. Yes, rain is a messenger, rain is nutrition, silently nourishing all things. "The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close." It describes the smoothness and moistness of the light rain in early spring, which is similar to the former. Looking at the heavy rain, summer rain, I think Su Shi's "Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white rain jumped into the boat" as the best, "The wind blew from the ground and suddenly blew away, and the water below the lake tower was like the sky." "The dark clouds rolled like spilled ink before covering the mountains, and the white raindrops jumped onto the boat like pearls. The strong wind that rolled over the ground suddenly blew away the rain. After the storm, looking at the West Lake, the water and sky were still sparkling. The free and easy poet is riding a small boat in the West Lake where the rain is like a dream, and expresses his admiration for the beauty of the rainy scenery of the West Lake with "If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, heavy makeup and foam are always suitable." At this point, I remembered again, "The water is shining brightly, and the mountains are empty and rainy." Yes, these are the first two sentences, and they are also a perfect foil. After a heavy rain, the sky will always be clear and blue, washing and bleaching the misty mountains and wild scenery again, as if they have been washed with cow's colostrum, as bright as a mirror, giving people a feeling of paradise. This is the effect of heavy rain on the environment and people. , a gift to the mood. Whenever the rain falls, and I look at the dark green scenery under the mist of rain, exhaling a faint breath of life, I will remember that in modern times there was Dai Wangshu, who walked quietly through the rain alley, hoping to meet someone. The lilac girl appeared holding an oil-paper umbrella and wearing a lilac knot. I don’t know if I have encountered it or not, but the rain at this time seems to be the best interpretation of my mood.
Rain not only comes from nature, but also comes from people’s hearts. Some people say that rain is a mood, I believe it. Rain in nature is the mood of nature: the eyes are filled with beautiful sunshine, the clouds are dark clouds covering the sun, and the rain is filled with wind and water. The eyes have light and heat, the shades are cool, and the rain is sweet, which often brings grace to the world and makes people happy. All things can depend on it. When it comes to people's mood, it is often different due to the rendering of rain. It is difficult for ordinary people to have a discerning eye, so how can they clearly understand the mind and see nature? The best is like water, without desire is strong. People's hearts are most afraid of time, and encounters indicate destiny. In the vast sea of ????people and the hazy summer rain, there are not only raindrops falling, but also memories and emotions.
Rain, if it falls in the mood, may cause people to have inexplicable complexes and find it difficult to let go, but it will also bring people into a situation where flowers are blooming on the willow bank. It just depends on how to grasp it. ． ． ． ． ．