Rain
In summer, several days of high temperature weather make people feel different from usual sultry heat. Suddenly, people thought of the beautiful legend by the West Lake - "The Legend of White Snake", a magical and magnificent story from the rain. God heard it and brought people the long-awaited gift - rain.
At ten o'clock in the evening, dark clouds began to gather, and the sky and earth darkened in an instant. Black is not black, but that gloomy cloud makes people feel eerie and terrifying. When he raised his head, the strong sunlight in the past suddenly turned into an excessive gloom, which was so unexpected that he couldn't help but shiver all over. Thunder God Xie Xian and the wind gods Feilian and Jibo, lightning came one after another. A sound of thunder struck people's ears with a "boom", the wind blew outside the window, and the lightning flashed, as if trying to split the world into two halves. I think maybe the rain is saying: "Thunder rumbles and flashes like swords, blowing gongs to clear the way for me!"
It was late at night, and I was sitting in the bus of cadre 809 when I heard "boom, boom" outside. "The sound of rain is like the "thumping" footsteps of a little girl? Not like; like the high-fives of young people? Not like; like a child's giggle? Not like; like the "dong-dong" sound of an old man's crutches? Not like that. But it’s like everything. The raindrops are like bright pearls, falling from the crown of the goddess Ashit. Some say it is like a performer's music, others say it is like the singing of a washing girl. In fact, it is like the croaking of frogs, the chirping of birds, the bleating of goats, the quacking of ducks; the whistling of the spring breeze, the buzzing of summer mosquitoes, and the rustling of autumn leaves. , the winter snow cries silently. Oh, she is the sigh of the sea, the tears of the sky, and the smile of the fields. It has been raining for a while. On the edge of the car window, the rain poured down like a string of raindrops. The rain column slowly flowed down along the edge of the window and fell to the ground, causing a splash of water to bounce up, enlightening those sensitive people. heart. "Dong dong" is like a performer's fingertips falling on the strings. "Heaven is the chessboard and the pieces, who dares to play? The earth is the pipa and the road is the strings, who can play it?" It suddenly occurred to me that this ancient couplet has a legendary answer: rain.
"Passengers..." The announcement on the bus interrupted my thoughts. Now think about it, rain is the sigh of the sea of ??emotions, the tears of the sky of thoughts, and the smile of the spiritual field! While I was thinking, the rain stopped and it was time to get off the car. With one foot in the water, it was cool, refreshing, clear, and the splashing water drops were crystal clear. The feeling of eagerly wanting to be in contact with the water occupied my heart. The air outside is so fresh, I really want to take a shower in the rain: standing on the broken bridge, the rain falls, dripping onto the back of your hand, sliding down between your fingers, listening to the raindrops on the lake beside the bridge, and sometimes Powerful and powerful, big raindrops fall, sometimes weak and silent, and needle-thin raindrops slide down from the face of God. Every shower of rain is different, big or small, strong or weak, just like the length of the day is different and the moon is waxing and waning, everything in the world will also undergo subtle changes as time goes by. The same goes for rain. Listen to the sound of rain carefully and let the rain wet your whole body. After the rain passes, the boredom on your body will disappear. Beside the West Lake, there is also the "Legend of the White Snake" about Xiao Qing and the White Snake. Carve the West Lake in the rain into your heart.
The rain has stopped, but it will rain again, just like the movement of the sun and the moon, and the change of the four seasons. Vocal music is nothing more than the five basic scales of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Hui, and Yu, and the changes in the five tones are endless; the color is nothing more than the five pigments of blue, red, yellow, white, and black, and the changes in the five colors are endless. The taste is no more than five flavors: sour, sweet, bitter, pungent, and salty, and the tasteless changes are endless. It will always rain again...
The rain finally stopped, and I walked faster towards my destination.
Is it too urgent?