Four Seasons Rain in Modern Liu Zhanqiu;
I like rain, no matter what season it is, I like it. The image and memory she gave me will always be beautiful.
In spring, the leaves in Huang Qing began to shine, and the buds swayed gently in the wind, as if covered with a layer of yellow in winter. But as long as it is baptized by a spring rain, that kind of color and expression is unimaginable.
Every tree seems to have opened its particularly bright eyes. The arms of the branches suddenly became soft, and the sprouted leaves were like a layer of green waves. The drops of water on the bud are more charming than the tears of a girl.
There always seems to be a transparent silk curtain hanging in mid-air, which affects the color prism of the sun. At this time, the whole earth is beautiful. The grass seems to turn over like a resurrected earthworm, making a rustling sound that can only be heard in spring. Breathing becomes carefree, and there are countless sweet fruits in the air, tempting the nose and lips. Really, only this rain has completely driven away winter and changed the world.
In summer, it is even more unique. Xia Yu also has a summer character, warm and rough. There are several dark clouds floating in the sky, and sometimes it thunders without warning. When you haven't had time to think, the raindrops as big as beans come. But it's not terrible to rain at this time, because your pores are so hot that you open your mouth and look forward to the cool dew.
Wearing an umbrella and a hat can keep your body clean, but bathing is more delicious. It's just that my wet hair, forehead and eyelashes are dripping, blocking my eyes and my ears are itchy. At this time, you will like everything better.
If we say that the spring rain has put on beautiful clothes for the earth, and after several rains in summer, the earth has shown all its temptations with a full attitude. Everything is open. Flowers are in full bloom, leaves are bulging with pulp, countless weeds are scrambling to grow, and the summer heat is absorbed by a green sponge. Lotus leaves covered the river, waiting for the rain, playing a symphony of summer rain with cicadas in the distance and frog drums nearby.
When the fields are covered with gold and all kinds of fruits are ringing the bell, the rain seems to be dignified and quiet like a married mother who gave birth to a child. At this time, it doesn't rain much.
The fields are almost always golden sunshine. Perhaps people have forgotten the rain. Mature crops are waiting to be harvested, golden seeds need to be dried, and even red mountain fruits hope to be sweet in the end. Suddenly, one night, there was a sound on the window pane. It was rain, a quiet, nostalgic and emotional autumn rain! It was dark, but it was raining. The fields were quiet, but it rained cats and dogs.
Suddenly, you will feel alienated. Perhaps, when people are tired for a spring and summer and the harvest has reached the gate, how much silence and meditation are needed! The rain is getting smaller and more affectionate. The sound of running water under the eaves and the splash on the window glass will accompany your night dreams.
If you have that kind of happiness, the autumn rain during the day will not make people feel bored. You will only feel higher and farther, let the cold raindrops purify your soul, and after an autumn rain, you will definitely see a more beautiful and open land.
Perhaps, when winter comes, people will hate the rain! But at this time, the rain has made up, and it often turns into beautiful snowflakes and floats to the world. But in the south, rain still visits the earth occasionally, only becoming more stingy.
It doesn't pour, it doesn't flow like silk, it doesn't drip, it shows a kind of nature and calm. Under the gray sky in winter, the rain becomes transparent and even dry, almost less colorful than in spring, summer and autumn. However, people nowadays are fed up with the stimulation of the cold wind and hate the dry and bitter taste.
When the rain falls overhead, it seems to have a special warmth, like the smell of flowers and leaves overflowing from the damp. That kind of cold is gentle, not as aggressive as the north wind.
From a distance, the harvested fields become very bright, and bare branches and haystacks soaked by rain face the porcelain sky like a clean wooden portrait. The rape in the nearby pond was washed away by the winter rain and even forgot the severe winter.
At night, the mercury suddenly came down, and at dawn, the window was knocked early. When I opened my eyes, the roofs, branches and streets were covered with soft snow quilts, and the light on the ground was brighter than the sky. The spirit of rain, the princess of rain, has brought unusual tranquility to the cities and fields in the south of China, and it is the last gift for people in a year.
Ah, rain, the rain I love, you often flow in front of my eyes all year round, you bring vitality to my life, you bring moisture to my feelings, and you bring flow to my thoughts. Only in the rain can I really feel that the world is alive, with joy and tears. But in the arid cities in the north, how rare we meet! I only hope that more and more greens will invite you back to our lives.
Ah, it's always a beautiful and loving rain!
Extended information article introduction:
Through the detailed description of the scene, sound and smell of rain, this paper shows the interest, character and friendship of rain, making it tangible and affectionate. The article uses poetic sentences to enhance the expressive force of images and actions. It reflects the author's love for rain and life.
The author's writing is clear and natural, describing the characteristics of rain in four seasons: spring rain is beautiful, charming, gentle, moist and sweet; Summer rain is warm, rough and unrestrained; The autumn rain is dignified and thoughtful; The natural calm of winter rain.
About the author:
Liu Zhanqiu, male, born in Wuhu, Anhui Province, 1935, is a famous contemporary poet, translator and critic, former deputy editor of Poetry magazine and vice president of China Prose Poetry Society. His works are fresh and ethereal, full of modern consciousness, novel and free, based on expressing feelings and emotions, facing life and transcending time and space.
As early as the mid-1980s, he was praised as "the king of lyric poetry" by a generation of college students. He collected and published more than 30 kinds of poems, essays, comments, translations and novels, and his collection of poems Untitled Lyrics won the China Prize for New Poetry. His translations of Selected Lyrics of Pushkin and Selected Lyrics of Ye Saining were deeply loved by readers and once became bestsellers.
Liu Zhanqiu's prose has an idyllic beauty, which is praised as the representative of modern mountain literature by literary circles at home and abroad. The 80 essays selected in this collection vividly show the author's pastoral mentality beyond time and space. Whether he writes about emotions, life, cities, culture, travel and economy, he uses his unique aesthetic style to talk to readers in a pure language and relaxed way, revealing sincere happiness and subtle worries.
His style of writing is natural, cordial and beautiful. Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything. Many articles are widely circulated, selected by many newspapers and broadcast by radio stations.
Several essays, such as "Rain in Four Seasons" and "Find yourself a seat casually", have entered Chinese textbooks and extracurricular reading materials in primary and secondary schools, and "The Land of China" has been introduced into the second volume of the eighth grade of Hubei Education Press.