The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains
Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. -Lu You's "The Storm of November 4th"
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
Random thoughts of rain
Wake up in the middle of the night, in the rustling autumn wind, mixed with the sound of rain, as if to penetrate the loneliness of the night.
Everything will stagnate, and the feeling of the end of time will flood.
This ancient tranquility, this idyllic distance. ...
Dawn finally squeezed into the house. First, be clear, furtive and cautious; Then I stepped back and stood by the bed like a master-a new day has come, still smiling in last night's dream?
Walking out of the gate, it is a half-bright and half-dark sky and a trance-like meditation scenery, and people are in a trance. Time seems to be sitting on a wet branch, blowing a Jiangnan silk and bamboo song and singing to the gray clouds.
In the street, the feeling of silence just dissipated a little. An umbrella is an ocean of flowers and a raincoat is a stream of water. On a new day, life is still flowing, but it brings some peace and serenity. In the rain, the troubles of the world seem to have come to an end. Rain drops in people's hearts, nourishing the long-lost peace. Rain has cast a faint melancholy temperament on the world.
I remembered the old story of riding a bike in the rain. Spring has arrived, pear blossoms are in full bloom, and the fields are white, emitting the breath of spring. Let's go to see that section of the Yellow River. Is it the mother river that wants us to appreciate her vicissitudes and hardships for thousands of years? After a short walk, the rain drifted in. The dense rain silk is woven into a soft white yarn, which lightly covers the coolness. Simply straighten your contracted shoulders, shake up all your bones and muscles, pedal your bike and drive into the cool gauze fog. Beads of rain rolled down her black hair and cheeks intimately, and the spring breeze people chased her with Dimfragrance. A hearty feeling welled up in my mind, and the atmosphere and heroic feeling sprouted in the riding in the spring rain.
On the bank of the Yellow River, I watched the fields dotted with golden rape flowers and green water drops, watched the rain splash countless yellow blisters, and watched the boat cruise on the vast water like green leaves. The dense rain lines seem to connect heaven and earth. We ran and laughed by the mother's river, bringing ourselves and the wet world into the camera. That sincerity and detachment is the gift of rain.
On a rainy day and a hot evening, the gloomy sky finally ushered in bursts of thunder, as if bursting countless gaps, and the rain fell like Ma Benteng. Soon, most of the streets in this city were filled with water that was not deep enough, and the intersections were crowded with unsuspecting pedestrians. The shower stopped and people rolled up their trouser legs, lifted their skirts and stepped into the water. Looking at each other's embarrassment, people grinned and laughed, and the innocence of childhood flashed by in the rainy world.
Because of the sun, the world is full of vitality.
Because of the rain, the world is more beautiful than ever.
Rain in my hometown
In my sleep, I vaguely heard the sound of rain beating on the glass window outside, and vaguely opened my sleepy eyes to listen, yes! It's raining outside!
The rain came at the right time, especially on my first day home. At the dawn of people's deep sleep, it was so light and fell from the sky. This should be the first rainy season in my hometown. Because I called home some time ago, my family always said that it never rained in my hometown. I was filled with surprises at that time. I think it may be because I have a lot of fate with my hometown. What a coincidence.
So I got up quietly, gently pushed open the door, walked out of the house, stood on the balcony, and raised my hands in the air. The falling rain falls on my palm, like a gentle and affectionate kiss, so warm and kind. Suddenly touched a nerve in my memory.
I have been studying abroad for several years. Because of the long journey, I seldom go home during the holidays. Last year, I went home once, but it was a winter vacation. It was winter and the rainy season in my hometown, so I had to go back to school with regret. The sleepiness of this trip has not disappeared, and this long-lost and cordial hometown rain has quietly arrived.
Recalling my childhood, rain is a happy part of my life. My hometown is a rainy place, especially in July and August, and there will be thunderstorms at noon almost every day. This kind of thunderstorm is expected by people in my hometown. Because the whole morning, the earth is illuminated by the burning sun, which makes the ground temperature rise, and the heat emitted is unbearable, and people's temper will become very violent. Just at this time, the sky will suddenly be covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and the wind will blow hard, followed by a downpour. In a short time, the streets and alleys of my hometown immediately turned into a sea of water, but it didn't last long. After a while, it will become a clear Wan Li with fresh rainbows. It is this rain that washes away the heat on the ground and makes the surrounding air cool and fresh. Trees will also become greener; The streets have also become cleaner; The house seems to be brand-new, fresh as ever. What's more commendable is that people's mood is much more stable, with a little smile on their faces, and they are no longer as impetuous and boring as before the rain. The happiest should be us children. Every time after the rain, we always rush out of the house barefoot and naked, run to some low streets where the rain has not run out, splash water in the rain, chase and fight happily, and always give out waves of innocent laughter from children. This life is carefree and happy. Looking back, my memory is still clear. Whenever it rains, I just stare at the rain, remembering and missing my childhood rainy life. But now that I'm grown up, I don't live in the rain as happily as I did when I was a child. Even if there is, it will not be as carefree as when I was a child, and there will be no innocent smiling faces of children. Because all kinds of troubles in the process of growing up always surround us, it is impossible to let go of our hands and feet to have fun.
"Rumble" sudden thunder shocked my memory, and my hands kept in close contact with the rain in mid-air, but the darkness before dawn enveloped my sight, so that I could never see the transparent and glittering figure of the rain in my hometown.
Suddenly I felt a little cold, and my heart shook. I quickly took my hand back and reluctantly walked back to the house. At this time, I didn't feel sleepy, so I had to lie quietly on the soft and comfortable bed, listening to the long-lost, familiar and dripping sweet rain in the dark.