Sprinkle on the ripples and jingle.
Knocking on the leaves, rustling gently.
Dropping in the alley, gurgling.
If there is a clump of green bamboo and bananas outside the window,
That is more of an artistic conception that can be met but not sought.
"Move under a couch banana window and listen to the rain closer to the flowers" is generally understandable. In the past, there were so many "rain pavilions" and "rain pavilions".
No matter how sad and helpless you are, it will be natural to listen to the rain.
Listening to the rain is like watching a flower from blooming to blooming.
And then wither, even if it eventually turns into red dust and soil,
There is still a faint fragrance floating in the silent heart.
Leaning against the window, listening to the rain and thinking about youth, silently counting the years into the haze.
Standing on the railing, watching the rain disperse,
Insight into the rain, porch window listening to the rain, Haitang is still there.