Listening to the rain by the window, thinking from afar is already a complex, when a person is idle. Lie down and listen to the wind and rain, then fall asleep with an old tune and a book on your pillow, and it will be cool all night. Sounds like lotus raindrops, bringing people back to ancient and young Guang Chen. Swallows flew from the clouds of indigo naturalis and landed on the roof, light and free. A string of rain beads falling from the eaves, like notes, fell on the innocent heart, and there were stories in the brocade. A few years later, looking back, Xiao Xiaoyu returned.
When I was a child, I always wasted my time in the rain, which used to be a fleeting sight. Young appearance, graceful posture, clean eyes, I don't know what the world is like. Now that I have grown up, I am always wandering in foreign lands and other cities, but I am still used to living alone in a corner, listening to the drizzle and listening to myself in the past. Standing in the long lane of time, looking back at the way we came, the old days were really slow, making people feel safe and quiet. Thin clouds shine on the pool and the moonlight reflects clear waves. The moss eaves of the years are covered with fine raindrops, beating the vicissitudes of life carved by the years. Is it safe now? Looking back, I don't know how many times the compassion and cruelty of the years always make those things that want to be deeply preserved gradually disappear. I heard that if life is only the first time, I also miss it.
Flowers bloom to tea and float in the world for a long time. I always want to go boating outside the dust with my old dreams. The hazy heart also hopes to become light and calm after years of slow care. I remember once upon a time, looking forward to growing up. Until now, I miss my young self and those dust-free and carefree childhood years. What I miss most in my heart is the school that has gone through vicissitudes, the young people who have fun together, and those clean and innocent eyes.
I remember that in the bleak autumn, kites were once released by hand, just like myself who was exiled in these years, flying farther and farther, never looking back or staying. Doing what you want to do is like watching the world of mortals with a pot of wine, and suddenly dreaming that Qianshan is far away.
Several streams cross, plain sunset, no way back. The mountains are continuous, and time does not move. However, these buildings and grass only extend the whole alley of memory. I don't know how the wind and moon change suddenly, and I don't know how long the world is. Jiangshan has not changed, and the years have already fallen to the ground. If possible, I would like to stop chasing and wandering, sleep on an old dream, and never want to disappoint any flower again.
Some people say that the rainy sky is the best place to cry because we don't know which one is raining and which one is sweating. Some people say that rainy weather is a time of loneliness and missing, because seeing the rain dripping on the ground will always remind people of the tears that have broken up.
Xxx, this summer, there are gains, losses, despair and hope. This is destined to be an extraordinary summer, at least for me.
I have fantasized about my infinitely beautiful future countless times. The world there is so beautiful, without all kinds of disharmony in reality, there is my own world and my own life. I also paid the price for my unrealistic fantasies. Buddhism says, "causal cycle, what you plant will bear." . Indeed, it is not superstition. Many things in life are doomed. Now I am also suffering from the consequences of the original planting. It is also said that choice is more important than hard work. Yes, but many times, I was blinded by something, so I chose something that I thought was right, but I often found it after countless efforts. Nothing is the most correct. I can't help but think of a sentence in a TV series I watched recently: "Do you think what you think is what you think?" Yes, many times we think what we think is what we think we want. But many times the truth is not like this, and many times I have been deceiving myself.
Many times we are constantly choosing and sticking to what we choose. Because we firmly believe that we have unlimited energy to achieve everything we want. Yes, faith can give us more energy. Xu Sanduo insisted on the creed of "never abandon, never give up", which made him grow from a recruit who was ignored by everyone to a powerful soldier who was respected by everyone. Everyone has their own beliefs or ideals that they firmly believe in fighting for all their lives. But how many people can really persist and struggle? Living in this materialistic world, how many people still insist that their spiritual world will not be disturbed when most people are shouting money first and material first? In fact, in the process of pursuing spiritual and material things, there is no contradiction between them, just depending on which level you prefer to pursue. Many times, in the process of pursuing material things, you can also improve your spiritual level invisibly.
In this rainy summer, I know myself again. I have been making choices before, but I choose to give up every time, which makes me question myself. In fact, this is a terrible thing. Although there are countless times to give up, there will be some gains every time. Because every time you give up, you will understand something, at least know that you have some shortcomings that need to be changed, which is also a gain and loss.
Make a new choice and decision, maybe this choice is also a turning point. Put aside everything before, start from scratch and start a new life with a normal heart.
Rainy Summer Prose 3 It doesn't rain in summer, just like my lyrics, one song every three or two days.
When a poet watches the rain, there is always a faint sadness that can't stop. Three cups and two glasses of wine, losing to him, smoke like a dream.
There are many disappointments in life, just like the fine print of Nalan Rong Ruo, every word is soaked with rain. Listening to the rain is the only choice when you can't see the moonlight in the atrium. Listening to the rain in the middle of the night, wet this homesickness. The homeland has been like a vague picture, only the unruly grass has been wantonly grown by the years, covering the bones of relatives. Listening to the rain in the middle of the night, I miss a feeling of never being together. Long road, red dot, butterfly, where is it now?
In the world, there is no fate that can't be let go, and there is no sail that can't go far. Ten years of Pearl River dream, retained the vicissitudes of life, blowing in the wind. I am no longer in the mood to enjoy flowers in the rain. Although the cloud cap is still hanging on the lonely peak on Qingshan Road, the straw house that fell on the paper has been submerged by the orange flowers in the red dust. Originally, we agreed to travel to Huahai again, but for various reasons, we couldn't make it. When words become a good medicine to save the soul in ordinary years, the feeling of high clouds and light days is even more important in the rain. Or it will be like a wild goose, breaking free from the shackles of reeds and looking for lost feelings in the distance. The expressway seems to be a line, passing through a culvert full of wild flowers and camphor trees, welcoming a feeling of reunion after a long separation. A foreign land is still sleeping, and a rain has driven away the loneliness in the afternoon. I was in someone else's village, reading a long-ago thread-bound book. The scenery is beautiful. Every stream flowing through here is so clear, every stone is so thick, and every paddy field is so fertile. In other people's homes, I am a thief who loves beauty.
There are not many opportunities to listen to the rain in a foreign land, but it is by no means pleasant. Sometimes, I am delayed by the rain. I can't sleep in the rain, and my thoughts are long. I often sit by the window, overlooking the silky fog, drifting across countless rivers and mountains. Sometimes, just by the river, in the long rain curtain, the white sails from the Tang Dynasty are full of poetry, and the bleak apes pass by with the wind. In this impetuous and utilitarian world, perhaps not many people like me can see the empty scenery. I hope it's not Li Bai, not a western pianist, but a ranger in the Tang Dynasty, traveling around the world with one sword and enjoying the rivers and lakes. Today, when robes and white clothes are no longer available, there are no handsome guys in the world. Just in the depths of the mountains, is there a stunning woman living in seclusion, leaving a faint imagination?
Xia Yu, who never plays by the rules, comes when he says it and leaves when he says it. That time, I was trapped by the rain in the mountain temple and listened to the rain with three thousand buddhas. Looking at the long road into the mountains, there are many pious umbrellas, and I can't get past the worries that lay people keep thinking about things. I may not be able to solve them on a foggy day. I am kind to both men and women, and I just want a little peace.
Whether it rains or not, walking in the temple has become a habit. Be careful when the lights go out, you are beginning to get tired of the entanglement of the world of mortals. Then the temple where the Buddha lives is not only the scenery under his eyes, but also no longer treats himself as a passerby. He is willing to watch the door for the Buddha like a swallow, accompanied by the breeze and the bright moon under the bodhi tree. All evil obstacles come from greed, which brings a lot of troubles. Only by letting go can we see clearly and move forward lightly. If you can't let go, you might as well fight for your life. Under the ancient Buddha, there is a righteous heart, breaking the shackles of lotus lanterns. Like Wukong, he became a Buddha by fighting. Kill ugliness for Buddha.
Rain is a karma. Believe it or not, that's for sure. Rain is the spirit of nature and has witnessed many mottled times. The mountains and villages in the rain have a special taste, that is, the love of rain, which makes everything grow and the earth will not be thirsty. Rain doesn't love cities, but it will definitely disturb people's dreams in the middle of the night. It is the rain that helps people on earth wash their impetuous hearts, eliminate the filth in streets and lanes, and give alms to love. Without rain, sunflowers won't bloom in summer, epiphyllum won't quietly open in deeper time, and there are no green vines in the jungle of the city. Therefore, I am grateful for the grace that the rain has given me. If I hear the falling rain in the middle of the night, I often get up to meet my soul and let my thoughts fly. Or weave a poetic life with cool rain and stimulate creativity with raindrops. Although it is sometimes fragile, the temperament of water has taught me a lot about the true meaning of life. How happy it is to be soft-hearted, carry a boat and overturn it!
The rain this summer is my whole life. I use it to water my courage and have more responsibility and responsibility. I use it to water poetry. The earth is full of flowers, birds sing like songs, and leaves seem to wet people's clothes under the moisture of rain. I use it to sharpen my sword, sharpen my blade and illuminate the dark corners of the earth.