Listen to the rain in the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River.

It is rainy in February and March in the south of the Yangtze River. It's a little cold, which can be described by an English word: chilly. Sitting under the desk lamp for a long time can hear the rain, and occasionally you can hear the voices of pedestrians downstairs. Rain and fog are like a curtain, separating me from the world, but not too far away.

The sound of rain is like living in a mountain stream People by the window, slowly write to you on business trip. Or read poems in chronological order. Xinyi bloom went to Wu Xinyi this season, Wang Wei's Wu Xinyi was in Lantian, Shaanxi, and my Wu Xinyi was in Zhuantang, West Lake. At this time, any music is unnecessary. When it rains, the chirping birds hide, only once or twice occasionally, probably going home. The rain has subsided and there is another warbler.

Read another song, Listening to the Rain, which summarizes the different stages and situations of life:

Teenagers listen to rain songs upstairs, and red candles are faint;

In full bloom, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the geese are called the west wind;

Now listen to the rain monk, the stars are already on the temples.

Sorrow and joy are always ruthless, and will last until dawn before the next step.

Listening to the rain means listening to your inner voice and cherishing the mood of enjoying the rain scene at the window at that moment.

Walking in the mountains of Zhuantang in the drizzle. Plants are contaminated with the breath of spring, breathing and refreshing.

Surrounded by rolling Montenegro, it gives people infinite tenderness. Clouds and mist, like light smoke, are very Jiangnan. Jiangnan is you, and I am with you on the same day. It's a day to walk in the rain for a long time.

We walk to the supermarket. Just bought wild water celery, this little surprise is hidden in the most dull daily life. Holding a handful of crisp vegetables in his hand, he walked with Chun. Spring food is light and fragrant: Toona sinensis eggs, leek eggs, Fuding jasmine tea, mung bean cake, Wogan, sweet putty, blueberry yogurt wine. ...

Be alarmed by a Bai Shu. That is purple plum. Seeing all the flowers, it is still the simplest white, which is the most exciting. Just like the woman in a white shirt, plain face and black eyebrows just look good.

The flowers in March all look ready to move. One second, they are still in bud, and the next, they jump out of their hearts. If you have such flowers, you will feel that the world is worth it.

I saw two women talking under the tree. This is a osmanthus tree. The green branches are like umbrellas, very beautiful.

On the weekend, it began to rain again. It often rains without an umbrella, but today it rains with an umbrella. In short, the air is humid and wet.

Two people, with umbrellas, took the subway to the West Lake. Get off the subway at Longxiangqiao Station and take the express train. Twelve yuan can get you to Gushan Park. This is our first visit to Gushan Park. I have been to Gushan Park many times. This is a lonely mountain park, and I will never get tired of going.

The West Lake is misty, rainy, pink and green. Spring is between willow and bud, and spring is in bud. Spring is the real spring before it comes; When you walk in spring, in fact, spring has passed.

Two idiots. Two people feel more companionship, and happiness is superimposed and unparalleled. It's like every time I run to you, my mood is happy, just like countless ups and downs left in my memory.

Gushan Park-Xiling Printing House-Linshe-Meiyuan-Su Causeway-Pinghu Qiuyue-Broken Bridge. Along the West Lake, from the front to the back of the lonely mountain, whether it rains or not. This rain is not cold rain, but misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Pear blossoms, peach blossoms, Spring Festival, and many unknown small flowers are competing to open. When you walk, the flowers will bloom. I remembered a poem about Jiangnan, "A exhausted love, you can pay it back slowly."

In the pavilion with broken bridges and broken snow, there are talent shows for middle-aged and elderly people from morning till night every day. There are many ways to sing and dance, and sometimes tourists shout at their voices.

Switching freely between WTO entry and WTO entry is the unique existence of West Lake for Hangzhou and Hangzhou for other cities. Because of this, I became attached to the West Lake. My aunt sang, I danced, and people around me clapped their hands and beat time. It's fun not to say anything. At the moment, the West Lake is in a misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

One day in the West Lake, one year on earth. In the Year of the Ox, if you want something, you will still be safe and healthy. You have nothing to ask for, no fear, only courage.