I like rainy days, and I like listening to the sound of rain, whether it's misty rain or a thrilling storm with thunder. I remember a time when I was a child, when it rained, I would stand alone in the yard with an umbrella and watch the rain fall on the umbrella, splashing water mist in circles, as if thousands of sparrows were taking off in my heart. Although there was almost no similar move later, the picture of raindrops splashing thousands of sparrows in my mind was already fixed in my mind, and every time I thought of it, it was as clear as turning around. When I came back, I brought a new edition of Hu Shi's works, which I haven't seen before. These days, while I was still awake in the afternoon, I read the debates and letters in my diary, but poetry is really like drinking white water. I think it was this bowl of white water that flourished in the May 4th New Culture Movement and opened a new era of literature modernization in China.
The newly edited cover watermark is a line of fine print, and tolerance is more important than freedom. Not long ago, I was repeating the sentence "Give you freedom, you are still a slave without independence." In fact, whether we are free or independent in the future, we must remember tolerance. When one day we can walk independently in freedom, tolerance will make us indifferent and free and easy. I almost forgot the original intention of the code word at first. The rain all night reminds me of Yu Meiren's words. Listening to the rain until dawn, my inner senses meet the countryside. This man also likes to hear the rain.
Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind.
Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn.
Three periods and three moods make people sad to read. In his long and tortuous experience, Jie Jiang summed up the great changes in his environment, life and mood from childhood to adulthood with three symbolic pictures. Teenagers only know how to chase laughter and enjoy intoxication; Wandering in the prime of life, feeling lonely and sad; The loneliness of old age and the joys and sorrows of life are all reflected in the rain. Affected by the pain of national subjugation, the feelings became numb, and the falling rain dispelled the emotions ... The helpless mood brought its "Listening to the Rain" to an abrupt end.
I like the word "next semester" best. Every time I read it, it seems to touch the mood of people who listen to the rain. This kind of mood reveals the deepening pain of indifference and rejection, which can be described as a close call. Although "drop by drop until dawn", it is difficult to hide the uneasiness in my heart. Being in a monk's house, you can't really be isolated from the world, and you can't really forget life. "Drip till dawn" is also sleepless until dawn, not quiet until dawn.