It's rainy season again, warm wind, and my heart is a little different from other seasons. Whenever I really calm down, I always unconsciously want to recall yesterday: the bus I took, the rugged path that a person walked quietly. It was raining at that time, and we just walked in a hurry and forgot our mood. We never picked it up until it took us a long time to forget the past. The rainy season always has its own joys and sorrows, and everything recovers, so why should I be sentimental? Haha, I really want to shout, but I have no courage to express my feelings to nature after all. I would rather choose this silence, let the world forget my existence silently, and maybe I can live with peace of mind.
It is still raining, but it is smaller. The road just feels a little wet, and the people downstairs are no longer in a hurry. I remember when I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I always wanted to have a rain that broke my soul, but the sun was shining, forcing grave sweepers to forget the haze and concentrate on the sunshine. What a nice gesture. The rainy season is not a sentimental season, and naturally we don't always have to bury our feelings with the hand of "rain". I hope that when we grow up, we will have a feeling of not being dominated by foreign things and not being happy with things. Old memories can be awakened after being so late for so many days, but not for sadness, just to recall the past; Not mourning death, but cherishing and enjoying the quiet moment given by music in the rain. Say quiet, it is inevitable to deceive yourself. Does the world still allow us to be so quiet? We are used to making noise and running around. Can we be so quiet? In fact, we seldom think so, not because we don't want to, but because we lack that little time.
Spring has come, bringing the long-planned growth of everything. It seems that if you miss this season, you will lose the starting point of your life. Therefore, in this season, they will show their posture out of control. Actually, we are not. Life is short. We are always afraid of losing every chance to change our destiny, so life becomes a passive Nuo Nuo. The rain continues to fall, humble, showing us the unchanging melody of life. Even if the front is the end of life, I am still me, and every moment is the most beautiful gesture. I envy them. Why can't we do it? Maybe it's just because we are more advanced animals than them. ...
Rainy Season Essay 2 This autumn rain is very affectionate and a lovely lover. I think she may be a girl from the south, or an elf from nature. Under the control of some emotions, she crossed the rivers in Hunan and the green hills to this northern country and let them embrace each other. Especially her beautiful poems, let me enjoy the taste in this lovely rain: a small building welcomes the rain all night, and a broken dream is nowhere to be found. I'm still afraid of disturbing the surroundings when I make a noise. It's hard to notice the pen when I'm confused. I also smell the battle between Red Calyx and Fang Fei, but I haven't explored this distance for a long time. Burning incense before turning to Buddha is like Gu Yubi in my life.
The dance of rain, when a kind of pain, comes from the morning of heavy rain. Who cold face, tears rolling, the sky, with wet palms, shattered the enthusiasm in August ... This is Ruoer Xiangnv, with beautiful singing, the beauty of Dongting Xiangnv, plump mind, plump figure, red dress and waterfall-like black hair. I never thought, if in this decadent rain, such thoughts, such as silk, such as curtains, quietly sent, how graceful, isn't it? As a feeling of the past, it breeds and spreads in feelings, through yesterday's years, over beautiful sincerity and over wandering passenger ships. ...
Sometimes I think, in the rain, if I meet a passenger ship in this foreign land and gently lean on the shore, it is really one of the three great blessings in life. At that time, we were fighting wits and fighting bravely in the building, sipping tea, recounting the past friendship, going back to the good old days, digging out deep feelings from memories, adding colorful colors to this rainy day, and making this drizzly rain glad you came. It is this kind of emotion and sustenance that some of our emotions need. In any case, sentimental rainy days will not lead to the hidden world in my heart. Although misty rain and fog wash the window and cover the window, the feeling of eroticism makes me rely on it closely and often lose myself at this time. Some people say that this is a narcissistic failure. In fact, this is just self-mockery in the autumn rain.
And this wind, it rained a few times and it was a little cold. Thin clothes are getting single, and autumn is getting stronger. Autumn rain makes the outside world exceptionally fresh and cool, infiltrating everyone's heart. Bai Juyi's Sleeping in the Beautiful Rain after Lights Out. Let people feel his love for autumn rain. "Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow." Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes. There is a saying: "The phoenix tree is more drizzly and dripping at dusk." Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. People who have feelings have the complex of "lilacs in the rain are empty and sad". The rain is densely woven, as if to cover the world with a layer of gauze, and as if to weave a affectionate net. Everything in front of me constitutes a pure and quiet painting, as if it were spotless. In fact, life is like a rain, which looks beautiful, but more often we have to endure those cold and humidity, as well as those helplessness and loneliness. Life is stormy all the way, just like dreaming of old age. I can't remember how many times I struggled desperately to get rid of my fate, but at this time, I have no youth to squander and burn. The heart is involved in the wind and rain, and all the depressed emotions fly out of the heart. "Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow." Outside the window, it is still a mystery. Autumn rain splashed my eyes and occupied the whole world, reminding me that "I came from three thousand miles away." Now with the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone. " Autumn rain has soaked my heart, and I am waiting for the sunny day in autumn to dry ... After all, the clouds in the rain outside the window are as soft as silk, and the drizzle makes people feel a little melancholy and irritable. I really feel that the bits and pieces of autumn rain do not fall on the ground, but in my heart. ...
Essays on rainy season after summer 3
Autumn is coming.
I waved goodbye to the past.
Looking at the first morning sun in autumn
make a wish
I look at the autumn sunshine.
Take a new step
In that season full of misty rain
Tears of joy
It's all good memories.
Looking back on these six years
We are at the gate.
For graduation day
How much do you pay?
Now I shed tears on campus.
Every word in the guest book
It seems to have become.
Pearl diamond
Precious and hard
Everyone is longing for this day.
But it's really here
But there are also many disappointments.
nuisance
Beloved person
A few years later,
Will you be friends?
Expectations for the future
Nostalgia for the past
Say it.
rainy season
disordered/chaotic/confused
Sad
melancholy
Make people happy.
The rainy season prose 4 the doll in the sky fell to the ground and turned into rain; People on the ground listen to the rain and have love. The rainy season is so beautiful.
When the spirits from the sky came to the world, all the voices stopped, and time froze at that moment, only the cheerful songs of rain fell all over the world, drop by drop.
There are more umbrellas on the ground, and the red, blue and green ones compete with the rain flowers in the sky. People in the rain, so harmonious and quiet, feel the care of heaven and touch the spirit in the sky-rain with their hands.
Naughty rain is falling all over the crowd, hiding in people's hands, leaning on people's backs and shining in people's laughter.
The grass on the ground is getting tender. In the rain, they took a comfortable bath, washed away the mud and dust on their bodies and the dirt in their hearts. Without the noise of cars coming and going in the past, without the sadness of dust in the past, this moment is only quiet, pure and beautiful.
Mothers leave the window open and invite Rain is falling all to their home. It was raining all around and rushed into people's homes. In the confusion, the curtains were wet. They stood there at a loss, sorry, waiting for punishment. The children smiled and opened the curtains, comforted the frightened Rain-falling All and played with Rain-falling All.
On the road, the red scarf is bright red After seeing grandpa across the street, he smiled and waved and skipped away. At this time, the rain is even more joyful, as if praising these red scarves that help others.
Listen carefully to the sound of rain. In order to understand the helplessness of March rain and wind, it closes at dusk and has no intention of staying in spring. Only by listening to the sound of rain carefully can you feel the good rain, and know the season, spring is a surprise; Only by listening carefully to the sound of rain can we realize that the rainy season is still so beautiful.
Friend, please don't be surprised to see this title. Maybe you think that the cold season in Northeast China is full of snow, so it can't rain. Poor thing! It was in this season that it rained all day in Mao Mao from the evening of February 9th, 65438 to February 9th, 20xx, and the snow on the ground gradually melted. Reality is enough to prove that after the severe winter (heavy snow) season, it is not impossible to rain in northeast Jilin. It is not surprising that this happens in the south this season. At this time, sitting indoors listening to the scratching rain falling on the balcony tiles outside the building, I felt it in the face of the continuous rain in the middle of winter. This prose poem is adapted from yesterday's conversation.
In the severe winter in Northeast China, there is no snowflake flying in the sky, but it is drizzling. I want to ask? Is it snowing this winter, or is snow betraying winter? I want to say: Rain was supposed to be a companion in summer, but it was thrown into the arms of winter. Is it too warm in winter to melt the snow slowly? Is it summer complaining about humidity and slowly leaving the rain behind? Should we praise the enthusiasm of the rain, or should we blame the rain for its indolence? If rain goes with summer, it may be happy. Because: it is the unrestrained enthusiasm in winter that makes the snow shed tears. If it rains and dances wildly in the cold winter. In other words, it betrays your reluctance to part with summer and destroys the love between winter and snow.
Rainy season prose 6 melodious music evokes deep nostalgia, holding a cup of hot tea, filled with a long-lost familiar taste. ...
Yesterday, I looked forward to today's scenery, looking for the footprints left under the red maple leaves that had fallen leaves all over the ground. I suddenly feel that this scene happened yesterday, not long ago. Always in a person's world, I miss it; I always think of it when I am lonely; I always think of you, and I feel indebted. Just like this fresh cold air, it breathes you, a kind of cold oxygen.
In the sky outside the window, how can you not make me feel blue when a fuzzy rain comes from Mao Mao? Experienced events, the imprint of the journey; Some simple songs, an unforgettable you; Every point is a memory. "As long as you have a dream, there is nothing you can't reach." I can't remember which book I read or which celebrity said it. Hehe, I think "running towards the place where the sun rises, even if you are exhausted, is in heaven."
Like quiet space, like listening to sad music, like smiling at myself in the mirror, just like being born with rain in the sky; In my world, when I look at stories that no one reads, my heart is always intertwined with longing.
I don't know what to name this mood. Dark Sorrow, Heart Trace, Echo and Quiet all seem to be appropriate, but they all seem to be imperfect. Just like I am me, why should I tell others my name? The sky is getting dark again, and I can't see the sunset. A rainy season aroused my sad melody!
The rainy season prose 1 1 The fat son on July 7th has seen a little winter. A few yellow leaves left the branches one by one and fell freely. It seems that a grand farewell party is being held. Spring, summer, autumn and winter are easy to change, so you don't have to sigh that youth is easy to get old, and you don't have to grieve Qiu Meng. Look at the clouds with a normal heart and a smile.
There has been no winter rain for a few days throughout the season. It turns out that the last autumn has disappeared and fled. No one and many things can escape fate. I have always appreciated the profoundness of Buddhism. Teacher Zhangzhou's phrase "Education should have compassion" often echoes in my ears. In the red dust, we can't find our own pure land. Maybe just a little music and a glass of sake. Or time goes by quietly, my heart slows down a little, holding a cup of fragrant tea and looking at the fleeting time. Any belief deserves respect. As ordinary people, we really have no excuse to make irresponsible remarks or frown. Jing Ya, who always tastes lotus flowers, seems to have a faint fragrance floating out between gestures. Close your eyes, take a deep breath and embrace nature, and you truly belong to yourself.
The light rain in early winter is dense and slight, so you don't need an oil-paper umbrella. Continuous, sometimes hidden, with dead leaves falling. It seems to have fallen a lot overnight. Before the sanitation workers could clean up, there was a layer of residual leaves on the asphalt road. Stay there, no one cares, flowers soaked in water, lush branches and leaves, past pride, past glory, will eventually sleep in the rain together, lying on the side of the road, no one cares. No sadness, no loss. It's just that after all, no one can change it, and there is no need to change it. There is no winter rain this season.
Remnant poems are like dreams, and they bend over their desks several times. Autumn cools the golden color, and winter cools the whole world.
The rainy season prose 8 is the rainy season again.
It is raining outside, and there is no intention of stopping. The rain hit the stone in front of the eaves, splashing a lot, leaving the windows open and closed. After a long time, the wet breeze came and the air was filled with the smell of Gu Yue. What day is today? I don't know. All I know is that I have been standing in front of the small window of the old and somewhat black carved fence, watching the unrestrained rain. Look at some fallen leaves after rain. The wind is wrapped in rain and sticks to my face. Lead enters my nostrils, hides in my hair and goes straight into my soul.
Two pairs of footprints in front of the window were also washed away by the rain. The wind chimes dancing with the wind in front of the window are old because they can't stand the abrasion of years, and they can no longer inspire the vitality of life; The bird that brought me joy in the cage on the small tree in front of the window has settled down somewhere; Small trees have spread their branches and covered my roof, and countless cracked old skins have begun to appear on the trunk. Through the distance of the shade, there are no more children's laughter on the small river beach, but the shade is still a clean and tidy flower bed. I have to read the mimosa twice a day, and I will never be shy in an autumn in first frost, but the cottage I have lived in for many years hasn't changed at all, and the books that have been turned upside down have been arranged by me in an orderly way.
Rain with mocking laughter wet my thin dress, how many times I want to watch the screen alone in this season, how many times I want to sing in this season. ...
The paper in front of the window was soaked by the flying rain, and there was a new word written by me on it. The handwriting on the paper began to blur, and the flowers in the vase were stained with a few drops of water. After the text disappears, it can be rewritten. Can water droplets make flowers bloom again?
Rain can revive everything and make everything disappear instantly. With the irrigation of soul rain, a proper amount of rain moistens it like a spring, but excessive rain makes it moldy and deteriorated.
Dad, you have no idea how much I don't want to argue with you, what I want, who I am and how much I love you. ...
You always say that parents are the oldest and you have to listen to them in everything. There is nothing wrong with your parents. Born as a man, grown as a man, you have to listen to your parents. How many times have you said that? I can't count. Have you ever thought about how I feel? Have you considered my idea? Have you asked my opinion? There are only endless sarcastic words and rude words, and the sentence "You can leave if you think this family is not good"? Have you ever thought about how I, a teenager, suffered when I heard this sentence from my closest population? You say that every time you fight. Do you know how many times I cried under the quilt?
You always say that I have changed and my lovely daughter is gone. Now I have such a bad temper, heartless, disobedient and unfilial. So I am such a person, and I am such a person in your eyes, so haven't you changed? Have you ever listened to my heart and respected my opinion? When I made a mistake and explained it to you seriously, did you tolerate me? Did you listen carefully? No, since when, I am like a clown, shivering every day, because I don't want to do anything wrong to make you unhappy, so I have been acting, trying to please and avoiding every sensitive detail, because I don't want to make trouble.
I don't expect you to give me a rich material life, as long as you don't criticize me and give up on me when I am sad and crying. I really want you to have a generous shoulder for me to lean on and let me know that my father is by my side and my father supports me, but no, no.
I dropped out of no.2 middle school. You don't know why, you just said I was lazy and had no perseverance, but you forgot what you said. My college dream never gave up. How can my childhood dream end because I have no perseverance? It's just that I have other choices, because you trampled on my self-esteem and my college dream, so far away, I chose to give up in front of my self-esteem, because not everyone can bear the pain of being given up by someone who cares. You don't care about the ups and downs of work, but on the surface, you urge me to work mechanically. What kind of friends to make, how to get along with people and what to buy, you can never leave a word. I am your father, and it's never wrong to listen to me, right? Have you never missed it? So if I fail like this, isn't it your fault? A year and a half, quarrel, cold war, reprimand, and that slap. ...
Do you really know me? I don't care after the quarrel. I can still be the same as before, but you don't know that another quarrel can uproot the previous wounds, heal them again and again, and expose the scars again and again. You don't understand, you don't understand, I'm tired, I can't bear it, I can't bear such affection, I really can't understand such love.
I am tired. I admit that I have no more energy to manage this deteriorating family relationship. You don't know me, and you don't give me a chance to let you know me. I'm just sad. If communication is a problem, what about affection? I never pursue superficial things. ...
When my family is exhausted, I will leave. Maybe we shouldn't live together, which makes you embarrassed and makes me miserable. Why bother? Daughter is a lifetime, but this father's love is long gone, and I am equally sad and depressed.
You don't understand, you don't understand, you don't understand at all. ...
-in the beautiful season, I was caught in the rain. How can my wet heart face the sun exposure? In the future, I will be stronger, work harder and be better to myself, because I am only one person. ...