Listening to the Rain —— Early Secretary of State
When I come back on a rainy night, I comb the rain beads in my dream soul for myself, and I can't tell whether it is rain or heart sound.
I used to think that westerners are good at auditory hallucinations and China people are good at natural hearing. People in China can hear endless meanings from the frogs' croaking, flowers blooming and falling, and especially the ticking rain. So there are so many words about "rain" in Chinese. If you don't pay attention to reading Tang poetry and Song poetry, you will step into the world of "rain".
Yang Shufa's Work Listening to the Rain
Among all the sages who listened to the rain, I admire the Tang people the most. Their talent, emotion, spirit and creativity can make any life poetic, and Listening to the Rain is no exception. Before them, poets in the Southern Dynasties only cared about chasing flowers every month, but they didn't even understand listening to the rain. Even if someone listens, they just listen to the rain in an empty step, which is far less diverse than the changes in the Tang Dynasty: phoenix tree, banana, locust leaf, withered lotus, rain in the air, bamboo wind, night boat, pond lotus, window, small building and cluster.
Listening to the rain should have the environment and artistic conception, and it is best to listen to the rain in the wing. It is raining heavily in Mao Mao outside the window, and the raindrops are scattered on the ripples, tinkling. Into a trickle, flowing down the eaves. Knocking on the leaves, rustling gently. Dropping in the alley, gurgling. If there is a clump of bamboo, banana or phoenix tree outside the window, it will be even more biased, a kind of artistic conception that can be met but not sought. At that moment, for the golden beast of incense burner, drinking green tea before the Ming Dynasty and spreading out several volumes of ancient books, no matter how sad and helpless the world is, listening to light rain or sprinkling bamboo, tapping new bananas, or obliquely beating withered lotus, it will surely get carried away. "Move under the couch window and listen to the sound of rain", which can understand why there are so many stresses in Xi Yu Ting, Kuyu Zhai, Listening to Rain Pavilion and Dream Rain Room.
However, listening to the rain should be intermittent. If it rains occasionally in Mao Mao for a day or two, it is also very enjoyable. If it is too lingering, such as rainy weather, it will inevitably make people confused and not in the mood to listen to the rain. In Marquez's novel One Hundred Years of Solitude, Macondo has a small town. It is said that it rained for four years, eleven months and three days. People in the town stood in the yard and looked up at the sky, hoping that it would clear up. If so, I don't know how worried I should be. That year, I attended a pen meeting in Lushan. It rained for seven days in eight days, and moss grew in my dream. I want to sunbathe during the day and can't find a dry place. I'm so wet that my eyebrows can be twisted out, which makes people very scared. I wonder if people are too contrary to the will of God and Buddha.
I have asked the scriptures, asking the buddhas and bodhisattvas whether there is rain in the pure land. Supposedly it shouldn't rain there, but there is plenty of sunshine, and the eternal fragrance of flowers falls with the petals. Rain should be unique to the world of mortals where human beings live, the world of women in Buddhism, the symbol of the troubled world and the inspiration of bodhisattva's compassion. Therefore, rainy days can often arouse an inexplicable sadness, and the bottom of my heart often surges with affection. And those who listen to the rain, or pedestrians in the rain, will inevitably have a secret, nostalgia or bitterness that is not seen by people.
The world of rain on the ceiling of Buddha is beyond the reach of mortals. People who can't get rid of the world of mortals will always have rainy nights. How to surpass yourself
The best way to get rid of the loneliness of rain is to read some books.
There is no tea to add fragrance, and the lights need not be too bright. It is better not to read banned books than to read them. However, if you have a choice, you'd better not read poems or charming words, especially "pillow" ones such as Du, Li Shangyin, Yan and Jiang Baishi. We should read Mencius, who is good at cultivating lofty spirit, and read elegant essays in the late Ming Dynasty, so as to resolve the yearning or lingering caused by rain and dew and not fall into the autumn pool in the night rain.
When reading about the rain, if there is a lover, the situation seems to be more cherished. Between heaven and earth, there are only two of you. It's raining on a rainy night, and the sound of rain is accompanied by heart sounds. Dreaming back to Jiangnan or Saibei can be a comfort to life.
I remember a bosom friend once told me that she loves rain the most, loves the quietness and sadness of rainy days, and loves the poetry and thoughts of rainy days. Since then, every time it rains, I want to rub her skirt. One night in the rain, human feelings, a cup of new tea, a few wisps of tea smoke, hanging curtains and sitting on the eaves, the beauty sleeps peacefully like Jiangnan, and it is really drunk for a lifetime.
Life is a bit extravagant, including the whole Tang poem soaked in green tea. Who would have thought that the sound of rain and dreams in the Tang Dynasty would summon the soul of red leaves at any time? I can't forget an umbrella and the scene of two people bending from one end of the city to the other. The world of umbrellas is small and lovely. A red apple is a supper, and her soft hands are naturally held in the big bag of her jacket.
It is natural to listen to the rain and recall the past and love. The rainy night is blurred and the light shadow is empty. I can smell its voice, feel the fragrance of flowers, touch its temples, touch its skin, think about its charming state, whether it is evil or not, and look forward to it, but why is it so late? It rains day and night, leaning against the pillow and railing, "red candle hanging on the back, jade hairpin knocking on the pillow letter", gradually, a little sweet feeling or a sad color strikes. ...
Between heaven and earth, it can be used to symbolize the ultimate beauty, that is, listening to the rain and thinking about beauty.
Needless to say, the ancients said the words "bold and unconstrained" and "graceful and restrained". Isn't this the name of the two realms of life? I appreciate the words of a talented woman: boldness is the spirit, elegance is the emotion. Qi is not necessarily a man, and love is not necessarily exclusive to daughters. A daughter is a little charming, and a man is a little affectionate. This is life. From this, you say that the world is mediocre, and one should always keep this gentle heart, so as to live in a state of love and not be vain. If there is no rain, no sadness, no tears, no hatred, what is love? After all, with rain, you will eventually get your own home, right?
Think about yourself, many things don't matter after all. At that time, I walked out of that mountain, where there were mountains like the Twelve Peaks of Wushan, which I later learned, and there were raindrops that were not contaminated with the world of mortals. Although I know Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Dongpo and Lu You, I still don't understand the apricot blossom and spring rain in Jiangnan. It seems that I just know the beauty of the small building listening to the spring rain all night, but I still can't explain the inevitable connection between this and selling apricot flowers in the deep alleys of the Ming Dynasty. Is the village girl's tactfully selling flowers calling for spring, or is the metropolis used to watching box office movies or tired of listening to bel canto? However, when I understood everything, the world became a little helpless. The drizzle passes through the sword gate, so you don't have to ride a donkey; Tianzhu does not need to go through Yangguan to find the Buddha. Drink? The shepherd boy, who pointed out the maze, had already disappeared next to Xinghua Village; As far away as Bashan, no matter how deep the night rain is, it is hard to remember the sweetness of cutting red candles. No sadness, no memories, banana moved to silver fern, phoenix tree also became phoenix bamboo, no one left the withered lotus, and the former lover was renamed to cross the ocean and left with the ship. "Falling flowers are independent, Swift Qi Fei." Then, will you be in the mood to listen to the rain bell again and give it to Linjiang Xian or an untitled poem?
Perhaps in the end, only one person is watching a loneliness, a loneliness, an original intention of not changing, a stubbornness of knowing what cannot be done, and listening to the rain in Qiu Lai with relish. The ancients said: "Young people listen to the rain and sing upstairs, and the red candle is faint." Middle-aged people listen to the rain in the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and geese listen to the west wind. Now listen to the rain monk said, the stars are in the temples, joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and the next step is until dawn. "The sound of rain is full of interpretations of life, and the carefree youth has long since become a thing of the past; Old age has not yet arrived and it is difficult to understand; Middle age is approaching, what should you catch? I can't imagine that at the end of time, I will be alone in the lamp to illuminate my white head and pick up a red maple leaf or red bean. When I face the yellow leaves with raindrops, will I still listen to the rain? Do you still remember that delicate hand in the small world under the umbrella and in the big bag of your coat?
I don't know. Nature won't get old. The sound of eaves on rainy nights, counting banana indus, is still tinkling, patting the soft rhythm of old dreams born in the rain. Stubborn people are like Wu Peng's boat in Jiangnan. "Spring water is as bright as the sky, and the painting boat listens to the rain and sleeps." At that time, Wei Zhuang's words naturally came to mind, and the rhythm of "graceful and restrained" Song poetry was hard to refuse, so he took the opportunity to send people to the bamboo forest in Kyoto, or to the boat in Yexi town. Wild geese crow in the red leaves, people get drunk in the yellow flowers, Qiu Meng banana rains, the past is isolated from the world, the past is blurred, and I don't know where to return!