Author: (Taiwan Province Province) Wiki
Rain, like thousands of magical fingers; It seems that there are thousands of strings playing ever-changing sounds.
The spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, the autumn rain is desolate and the winter rain is cold; Due to the change of seasons, my mood is different. However, the color of rain is as beautiful as the sound of rain.
There are many excellent works describing rain in picture music and poetry. Line color and musical melody are ethereal and transparent.
The thin rain flower, like a floating fog, is white, kissing people's faces lightly and feeling itchy slightly; And gently wet the clothes.
Umbrellas, like sails, float and sink in the misty rain; Also like big wings, the southeast and northwest are boundless, drifting around because of the wind.
Silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain really makes people happy. You can wander outdoors without wearing a raincoat. Rain, like honey and wine, moistens your soul.
-This strange rain, this strange rain, is like a dream.
Step 2 rain
Author: Ba Jin
Water drops ran down my cheeks from my hair and stained my glasses.
My clothes are wet.
What appeared in front of my eyes was just a vague rain scene, vague ... white ... I walked up and down the street aimlessly.
When I turned the corner, I didn't notice which street I came to. I have other things on my mind. My feet know the way.
Walking through street after street, I didn't pay attention to people and things in the street, but I didn't get hit by a car or fall to the ground.
When my eyes can't see the real world on my face, my feet open a pair of brighter eyes.
I often walk for an hour and then go back to my place. I looked embarrassed when I came home. But my mind is much fresher.
It seems that the dust accumulated in my heart was washed away by a heavy rain.
I know Russians used to drown their sorrows in wine. Our predecessors also used to say "drown my sorrows by drinking". Now I am "borrowing rain to wash my sorrows".
3. Camel Xiangzi
Author: Lao She
The wind is holding the rain star, as if looking for something on the ground ... another gust of wind, wind, soil and rain, mixed in one place and merged together.
It's gray and chilly both horizontally and vertically, and you can't tell which is the tree, which is the ground and which is the cloud.
Rain channel, tearing the sky, falling down, can't see the lines clearly, just a piece, for a while, countless arrows shot up on the ground, and thousands of waterfalls landed on the house.
In a few minutes, heaven and earth are inseparable, the river in the air is falling, and the river on the ground is crossing, turning into a dark yellow, sometimes white and bright water world.
4. Listen to the rain
Author: Ji Xianlin
But why am I in a high mood when I listen to the rain today? There is not much elegance in it. I am a complete "layman" here.
I think mainly of wheat, which is the youthful wheat seedling in the vast Yuan Ye.
I was born in the country. Although I left at the age of six, I can't talk about doing farm work, but I have picked up wheat, beans, mowed grass and cut sorghum leaves.
I have farmer's blood in my veins. Until today, I have deep feelings for farmers and rural areas all my life.
Farmers' greatest hope is to get more food. Drought threatens the growth of crops.
Even if I live in the city for a long time and it rains a little, I will visit Yun Ni and claim that I am no less anxious than a farmer. Spring in the north, nine droughts in ten years.
There seems to be another drought this year. I listen to the weather forecast every day and always observe the clouds in the sky. Worry, nothing can be done. What I saw in my dream was the rain in Mao Mao.
My dream came true this morning. I sat on this balcony, which is only a few feet long and a few feet wide. When I heard the rain overhead, I couldn't help but be fascinated and relaxed.
In Kokodaka's scattered wheat fields, some are square and some are oblique.
Every leaf seems to open its mouth and suck the sweet raindrops heartily, just like dew from heaven. It's a little yellow and withered, but now it's green.
It used to be green, but now it's greener. The universe adds a warmth and peace out of thin air.
Step 5 rain
Author: Yu Dafu
I grew up in Jiangnan, so I don't like rain.
But it is lovely to have a little rain when the flowers are dry in spring!
"The small building listens to the spring rain all night", "The apricot blossom spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River" and "The drizzle in the sky is crisp".
Former poet, as I said before.
It goes without saying that summer rain can relieve summer heat and nourish crops, which is of great value.
However, the bleak autumn rain is another situation. In the past, the poem "It is easy to make rain in late autumn, but it is difficult to feel the heart at this time" is about the intriguing autumn rain.
As for Ms. Qiu's sigh of "autumn rain and autumn wind are worrying people", it is an excuse for people with other arms. People are worried about their ears, so it has nothing to do with the rain.
After three winters of cold rain, I'm afraid there are not many people I love. However, the beauty of "the geese in the river are faint, the lights are dim, the palace is leaking, and the ears are heavy" will never be experienced by people who have never experienced it.
I remember once writing a poem, the Chinese name is "Poetry", which is called "Poem of Watching the Rain in a Hut".
I don't know what his poetry is, but the word "canopy" is really interesting!
Especially in the early winter and late autumn, it is in the season of "Cangshan is cold and deep, and the frost leaves in the high forest are thin".