As soon as Grain Rain is over, summer is approaching. The spring scenery is always too numerous to count, and before you have time to collect it properly, it has already moved on to the next season.
During the past few days of Guyu, there is always rain.
As soon as we arrived in Linyi, it really started to rain lightly, and the sky and the earth were hazy.
The Grain Rain falls gently with the spring breeze, and before you know it, the grass and trees are thick and green. The melodious "cuckoo, cuckoo" birdsong sounded in the air. It was the gray-black cuckoo making noise in the rain and fog. The sound of "grain urging" gives the crop fields wings of hope, giving birth to the poetry of life.
The catkins on the roadside are dancing like snow. The green wheat eared quietly in the rain, and the broad bean flowers with black background and white edges swayed in the rain like butterflies. Farmers wearing raincoats, holding plows and scolding cattle, walked back and forth in the fields.
The distant mountains that have been dormant all winter are even more beautiful. All things in the world glow with infinite vitality and vitality under the nourishment of spring rain.
The rain is as soft as silk, lingering and pathos. Sometimes soothing, sometimes quick. The thin raindrops are floating gently, like yarn, smoke, and mist, and the clouds and mist are lingering, making people feel like they are in the mysterious sky. The smell of summer slowly soaks in the rain.
Listen, the sound of rain gently hits people, gentle and comfortable, like a soulful old song, making people addicted;
The rain quietly passes through the willows on the riverside. , whispering "rustling" on the river, the boat gradually moved away in the misty rain;
As the rain fell into the crop fields, I could hear a pleasant sound of sipping, like mellow wine, Mellow and soft, drunk with rapeseed, drunk with wheat, drunk with seedlings...
The strands of rain string the years into inseparable nostalgia:
I seem to see it again My mother was wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat, bowing down to plant rice in the paddy field. Her figure was looming among the peach blossoms and plum blossoms;
I seemed to hear "Hei Niu, Hei Niu went home for dinner" again. The shouts echoed over the village, it was my mother’s old voice;
I seemed to smell the dishes my mother cooked with rapeseed moss again, and the fragrance was overflowing. After being deeply immersed in memories, sadness comes back...
With a "clang", a bicycle quickly passed by. The man delivering the courier was half-body in the rain, and his raincoat was covering the courier box.
"Young man, your clothes are all soaked." "It's okay, as long as the express delivery doesn't get wet." Do what you do and love what you do. No matter how ordinary the position is, people will be deeply respected. I sent my sincere blessings silently in my heart.
Hard-working people are working hard to live out their lives, and abundant rain is nourishing the earth. I think people's lives will only become more brilliant.
Look, the rain and the fragrance of flowers are playing the tune of spring and scenery. The world is getting warmer and warmer...
Zou Jian, male, born in 1978, originally from Qu County, Sichuan, Now lives in Chongqing. A middle-aged uncle who is good at ink painting and likes the heart of vegetation. He is the author of collections of essays such as "The Fragrance of Locust Flowers", "Green Sun in April", long serial novels "Mingtu", "Order of the Imperial Physician", "Secretary Sun Dazhuang", "The Corner of Our Youth", "Chief of the Village in Spring Field", etc.