There is nothing to pull, so this seclusion. Rainy night is coming, I wonder if spring grass will grow.
The castle peak has broken dawn, and birds are singing around the house. When using Taoist dolls, or using firewood.
Since the Ann Jian bad, this person is bo Rong Shi. Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night": Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. Bai Juyi's Shang Yang White-Haired Man: "Worrying about the shadow behind the lamp, rustling the sound of dark rain hitting the window" (excerpt) Jiang Kui's "Calm down and see the movement, don't want to go": I don't want to listen to the orchestral when I am old, and I can't have a glass of wine when I am sick.
Life is alive, and it is rare to encounter good rain before the summer heat this autumn; When enjoying the cool, please let me stay at home with a warm pillow. Su Shi's Ding Fengbo: If you don't listen to the leaves beating in the Woods, why not sing and walk slowly?
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. The cold spring breeze woke me up, and the weather was a little cold, but the mountains caught my eye with oblique photos.
Looking back at the bleak land, there is no wind, no rain and no eyes. (My favorite, hehe) Listening to the rain in Fang Yue: Zhu Zhai sleeps and listens to the rain, and moss grows in his dreams.
Opposite the lonely mountain, idle birds don't guess. Wei's Xixi Chuzhou: I pity the grass alone, and there are orioles singing in the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. Wang Zao's "Two Stories about Things" (1): Swallows will whisper in summer, and the green locust garden will not be overcast.
No one saw the rain in the west window, and the banana was just a few feet away. Wentong's "After the Rain in Beizhai": After the rain, two birds come to occupy bamboo, and in autumn, a butterfly looks for flowers.
Zheng Wenbao's Liu Zhi Ci: Pavilion painting is a spring pool until pedestrians are half drunk; Regardless of the misty rain, I will hate Jiangnan. Xu Fuchun visits the lake: When will the swallows return? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom.
After a few days of rain, the river rose and flooded the small bridge, so people could not cross the river. At this time, a boat slowly sailed out from the shade of willow trees. Weng Juan's "April in the Country": The mountains and rivers are covered with white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. Zhao Shixiu's Guest: It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp. (Aesthetic Artistic Conception) Wang Changling's "The Farewell of Furong Inn and Xin Jian": It is cold and rainy at night, seeing off guests in Chushan.
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! The article's "More Leakage": Indus, the rain in the middle of the night, is the pain of love that never gives up.
A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. Dai Shulun's Suxi Pavilion: Swallows don't come back late in spring, and a misty rain chilled apricot flowers.
Li Shangyin: You asked me that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
There are also many lyrics, such as rain in June, coming to Taipei to watch the rain in winter, meteor shower, continuous rain, red rain, blue sky, rain, not tears, how are you in a foreign land, a cloud made of rain in the wind and so on. These songs all have lyrics about rain. You can look them up. It's as simple as that. 1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
(Meng Haoran: Chun Xiao) 2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in the Mountain") 3. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
(Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet. There is no need to go back to the green bamboo hat and green hemp fiber. (Zhang: "Fishing Song") 6. Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.
(Lu You: The Storm of November 4th) 7. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. (Du Mu: Tomb-Sweeping Day) 8. On a cold rainy night in Wu Man, Pingming sent a guest to Chushan alone.
(Wang Changling: Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 9. The acropolis bathed in rain and light dust, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi" Xi》) 10/0. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
(Su Shi: "Rain after Drinking Chuqing Lake") There is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" is wet, apricot blossoms and rain, and his face is not cold.
-the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's "The Wind and Rain on November 4" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring.
-Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
-Tu Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day flies like a dream, and the continuous rain is as thin as sorrow. -Qin Song Guan's "Cold House in the Desert of Huanxisha" is coming, and the cock crows.
If you meet a gentleman, you don't have to worry about it? The wind blew through the rain, and there was a cock crow outside the window. Why not be embarrassed when you meet a gentleman? The wind and rain darkened the sky and the cock crowed outside the window.
Didn't Hu Yun like seeing a gentleman? -The book of songs "Wind and Rain" is evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, thunder and lightning in winter and rain and snow in summer, and heaven and earth are one, but dare to be with you! -Erhan Yuefu's "Shang Xie" all the way to the Altair, Hehan female.
Skillful hands, make a loom. Tears fall like rain all day long; The river is clear and shallow, how much is the difference! Between water and water, there are no words.
-Erhan Yuefu's "All the Way to the Altair" followed by * * *, and once resigned. Water is injected to the east, and there is no turning back to the west.
The rainy night falls on the empty steps, and the light of dawn leaves the room in the dark. I don't drink when I'm sad. When can I be together? -Northern and Southern Dynasties He Xun's "Leaving Sorrow at Night" is puzzling and walks alone for thousands of miles.
It rained black in the river, and the waves and Whitestorm began to rise. -Northern and Southern Dynasties, He Xun, he stared at the desolate moon in the temporary palace, and he heard the bell in the evening rain, cutting his chest.
-Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow, Cao Qinghu, Wan Li, and Huang Meiyu walked alone. I'm worried about the sound of the wind overturning the dark waves and hitting the boat on the beach.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha" The wind returns to the clouds and breaks through the rain, and the lake is warm again. Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight.
The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Early Spring in the South Lake", the big strings are like rain, and the small strings are light and dense. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Preface to Pipa" Hongbanjiang Bridge green wine flag, when the pavilion is warm and the sun is slanting. Poor rain stops the east wind, and thousands of trees hang down separately.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Yang Liuzhi" cried early and rested, and the residual lights went out. Through the window, you know that it rains at night, and bananas speak first.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Rain at Night" Badong sailed to Brazil, and the waves washed out the wind and rain.
2. Famous classic prose about rain (fragments can also be used) 1, Poem in the rain at night-contemporary cultural scholar Yu.
It's best to imagine fighting the rich on a rainy night. The dim light shines on the dense rain feet, the glass windows are cold and cold, and the heat you give off is a fog. There are few things you can see, but it seems that you can see far away. The wind is not strong, and a gentle burst immediately turns into a gradual rain. The ripples in the river are denser and the mud on the road is thicker.
At this moment, nothing will interfere with the laissez-faire between her. You scrape the fog off the window with your warm fingers and see countless crystal raindrops outside the window. The new fog appeared again. You still row, row, row with your fingers, and finally row to the name you miss.
Rain at night is the enemy of travel. Not because I can't walk at night, nor because I don't have rain boots and an umbrella. Rainy nights will make travelers homesick and deep in thought. The rain at night will make travelers look forward to comfort and suddenly realize that they are in a distant and lonely situation, feeling sorry for themselves, which constitutes the fetters of Wan Li's lofty sentiments.
2. Random Thoughts on Rain-Contemporary Poet Wang Guozhen
Walking in the light rain is more pleasant. Listening to the rustling of the rain when it gently slaps the broad leaves of Populus davidiana or Platanus acerifolia, the beauty that moistens the bottom of my heart is incomparable, even though the elegant melody of autumn whispering is flowing down Richard Clayderman's piano. Nature's uncanny workmanship is really unparalleled.
A couple walking in an alley, the scene is very ordinary. But on rainy days, holding a light blue umbrella in your hand and wearing a beige trench coat, the effect is completely different. At first glance, Youth in the Rain is an enduring picture. In the north, there are not many rainy days 365 days a year. So if there is rain like poetry or poetry like rain every day, it will be wonderful.
3. Thinking of Rain-Modern Writer Lu Xun
In some places, rain is not disgusting, even if it rains, it is needless to say welcome. I'm afraid that talking about the south is not to the point. I think it is better to explain it in detail. Where there are rivers everywhere and street catchers are stone roads, it doesn't bother to rain. Even if there is a flood, it will never make people feel bitter.
My hometown is Shaoxing in eastern Zhejiang, which is such a good example. In this city, almost every road has a small river flowing in parallel. As a result, there are many bridges on the street, and large and small boats are used for transportation. Folk food is near the river, and everyone can use their own wells to store rainwater for drinks.
The river bank is about four or five feet high. Although the rainwater can be contained as much as possible, only the upstream water is produced. If the gate is blocked and dirty, it will become a flood, but the fields and villages will suffer more, and the rivers in the city will not land.
Therefore, people who live in the city don't have to worry about water pouring into their houses when it rains, because all the rain has flowed into the river, and the river will not be full, but the water will always flow away. Those who don't stop in the yard or in the street are all because of the stone road.
4. Listen to the cold rain-Yu Guangzhong, a famous contemporary writer.
Rain hits trees and tiles, and the rhythm is crisp and audible. Especially the clang on the roof tiles, belongs to China's ancient music. Wang Yucheng is in Huanggang, breaking bamboo into tiles. It is said that living in a bamboo building, the sound of rain is like a waterfall, and the sound of dense snow is louder than broken jade. Moreover, the effect of * * * is particularly good, regardless of drum, poetry, chess and pot. Isn't it like living in a bamboo tube? I'm afraid any fragile sound will be doubled and exaggerated, but it will make the ears allergic.
Rainy roof tiles, with wet streamers, are gloomy and gentle, with dim light and dark backlight, which is a low comfort to vision. As for the rain hitting thousands of scaly tiles, from far and near, it is gentle and heavy, with a trickle flowing down the tile trough and eaves. All kinds of tapping and sliding sounds are closely woven into a net, and whose fingers are massaging the helix.
"It's raining," the gentle grey beauty came, and her cold hands flicked countless black keys grey keys on the roof, turning noon into dusk.
5. Autumn Rain —— Zhang Ailing, a modern female writer
Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft net and nets the whole autumn world. The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The pile of gray clouds in the sky is like white powder peeling off the roof. Under the cover of this old roof, everything looks extremely dull.
The green pomegranates, mulberry trees and vines in the garden only represent the prosperity of the past summer, but now they have become the architectural relics of ancient Rome, shivering in the rustling rain and recalling the glorious past.
The color of grass has turned into melancholy yellow, and fresh flowers can no longer be found underground; The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall hung their heads with tears in their eyes and lamented their bad luck there. It was only two sunny days, and it was such a moldy rainy day.
Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner, the branches have been decorated with several precious buds as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life germination.
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Step 3 listen to the rain
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It began to rain early in the morning. Rain is not a rare thing, but it is spring rain. As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil." In the rare drought, its preciousness can be imagined.
"Moistening things quietly", the spring rain is very small, as small as "nothing". However, I sat on the balcony and was divided into a small house with a big piece of iron on the top. The eaves dripping from upstairs hit the iron sheet and made a sound, so it was not "silent". According to common sense, I sat there, obsessed with the same kind of extinct language. I should have needed a quiet environment, a quiet mood to settle down and enter the role to interpret this gobbledygook. This sound of rain banging on the tin plate should be extremely annoying, so it is necessary to hurry and then.
However, the opposite is true. I sat there quietly and heard the sound of raindrops overhead. At this time, the sound is better than silence, and I feel boundless joy in my heart, as if I had drunk the fairy dew and took a sip, and I felt very high. This voice is sometimes slow and urgent, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes loud and sometimes heavy, sometimes like a golden voice, sometimes like a yellow bell, sometimes like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade, sometimes like playing the pipa, sometimes like flying from the blue, sometimes like a hundred birds contending, sometimes like a rabbit falling, I can't help it, I am elated and elated. The dead language seems to be alive, and I seem to be full of youthful vitality. I have rarely had such a spiritual realm in my life, let alone being humane to others.
In China, listening to the rain is an elegant thing. Although I don't think I am a complete layman, it's hard to say whether I can become an elegant person. I'm probably an animal between elegance and vulgarity. There are many works about listening to the rain in China's ancient poems. By the way, it seems rare in foreign poetry. My friend Zhang Yong recalled his cousin's poem: "Spring pool dreams often add a kind word. Every time I smell the rain at night, I think of sleeping together." It's quite poetic Even Sister Lin in A Dream of Red Mansions likes Li Yishan's phrase "Stay dry and listen to the rain". The most famous poem listening to the rain is, of course, Song Jiangjie's Young Beauty, which is not long, so I will copy it:
Teenagers listen to the rain in the song building,
The red candle is weak.
In the prime of life, listening to the rain on the boat,
Zhang Guoyun is low,
Broken geese are called westerly winds.
Now listen to the rain monk,
The temple is full of stars.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless,
One step ago,
Drip till dawn.
Jie Jiang's mood when listening to the rain is quite complicated. He summed up his life by listening to the rain, from youth, prime of life to old age, and reached the realm of "total ruthlessness in joys and sorrows". However, there are considerable differences between ancient and modern concepts of the elderly. He is a "star on the temple" and his hair is a little white. The oldest seems to be only about fifty years old. From today's perspective, he is just between middle age and old age. Compared with myself, I am nine years old, and my temples are no longer "stars", but "Tongshan" on them. I am more qualified than him to reach the realm of "emotions are always ruthless". I have been able to "make waves, not happy or afraid".
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 green wheat seedling on 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 though I have lived in the city for a long time, whenever it rains, I will look at Yun Ni and claim that I am as anxious as 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 rugged wheat field, every leaf seems to open its mouth and suck sweet raindrops, like dew from heaven, which was a little yellow and withered, but now it turns green. It used to be green, but now it's greener. The universe adds a warmth and peace out of thin air.
My heart is back, back to the Yanyuan, back to the hill next to my building, back to the lotus pond in front of the door. My favorite February orchid is in bloom. They desperately struggled out of the soil, withstood the drought, and reluctantly opened red and white flowers, which were as bright as ever, giving people a feeling of loneliness. In the lotus pond, hibernating lotus just woke up, ready to impact the water. Of course, there is no shortage of water. But Mao Mao raindrops draw small circles on the water, which will lead to death. This was originally appreciated by poets in human beings, but Xiao Lotus was also happy to see it, and she was full of energy, and she was sure to drill out of the water soon.
My heart is closer to the next floor, and I received it from this balcony and my room. My head is jingling as before, and I'm in a good mood. But I'm always worried that it will suddenly stop. I prayed silently that the rain would ring for a long time and never stop.
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4. Which article in Lin Qingxuan quoted the word Ren Pingsheng, Lin Qingxuan's "Escape". When I was a child, I was in the west wing of my hometown. My sister told me what Dongpo said. Once, when I talked about the phrase "a rainy life" in Ding Feng, I was taken aback, as if I saw an old man leaning on a bamboo pole and wearing sandals, wandering alone in the rivers and lakes, surrounded by misty rain. I asked him, "He doesn't want anything." My sister said, "So there is a saying,' Look back at the flute, I'm home, rain or shine.' "It's so lonely. He should bring a pot of wine, a love and a warm heart. " "I walk in the misty rain, what else can I do?" As the saying goes, "you can't live long without stability." "Once life is over, it is normal to be enthusiastic." I didn't know until I grew up that "straw sandals are lighter than horses." Who's scared? It is not easy to reach the realm of "a misty rain in a lifetime", because there are really many things in life that cannot be escaped and thrown away, and fame and fortune are second; At least like a pot of wine, a love and a passion, it is hard to escape, especially love. I remember a story written by Japanese novelist Saneatsu Mushakoji. It is said that there was once a Kumi fairy who was very bitter in this world. In order to escape, she went into the mountains to practice hard. One day, when she passed by, she saw a women's football team and a white path. Fairy Kumi was dazzled by it. It fell from the clouds. It can be seen that escape can not be obtained by penance. I think "escape" must be achieved by accident, just like writing poetry and drinking. Poetry pours down when you are drunk. At this time, you can use your soul to cool your dreams and realize them for a while. If you practice hard, you may achieve "a good dream has been achieved and broken, and spring is cold." "The girl who doesn't hide the national color falls into the clouds. The winter before last, I suffered great emotional pain. I once fled Hualien. When the stars were in Leng Yue, I talked with the monks about the pain of earthly love, and even the monks couldn't stop talking about the desolate place. If someone asks me, "What is ordinary love?" I would say, "The inevitable. "Even if it is a cold stone, it will burst into flames in generate when it collides. In fact, there is fire in every stone, so it can be seen that even cold things have perceptual texture. How can we escape? Love is like a big basin, from which no fish can swim. Even if people can forget rivers and lakes, love is bigger than rivers and lakes. I think the most effective way to escape love may be to love more bravely, because love can be a disease or a medicine. If the fragrance spreads all over the world, the girl who washes the yarn has nothing to do. My lover is majestic and towering, and I can't see the top from the bottom, and I can't see the bottom from the top, which is chilling. But it's not so terrible to walk on the towering buildings several times. The philosopher Cheng once went to a friend's party with his younger brother Cheng Yichuan. The gentleman Ming Dow Emerson replied, "You have prostitutes in your eyes, but there are no prostitutes in your heart!" " "This is how free and easy mentality. It is "the cloud is the same as the moon, the mountains and rivers are different", which is beyond the reach of ordinary people. When it comes to escape, it is not only the love that escapes from the world, but also the love that hangs in the heart sometimes. Once, when the moon was blowing, my friends and I got drunk in Bitan. When we got drunk, we put on a Mulan boat and wanted to go boating and drink. The friend said, "You should have money, too." Even Chutian DJI, you can't worry, and you can't forget all the directors. I have talked about Ci Yuan Cong Tan before, and there is a story in it: At the weekend, there was a beggar in the Shishi teahouse in Bianjing, and Shi's youngest daughter respected him very much. If she did, one month, one day her father found out and hit her. She didn't flinch, but took the initiative to serve Yijin. Beggar. The beggar poured some tea on the ground, and the room was full of strange fragrance, so the girl drank the remaining residual tea, and she felt refreshed and healthy. The beggar said to the girl, "I am Lu Xian. Although you don't have the fate to drink all my leftover tea, I still let you make a wish. " The woman just wants to live a long life. Lu Xian left a few words: "The essence of lunch is the sun and the moon, and the door of Yuan Guan is still open." And carefully cook yin and yang. "So I drifted away. This story made me forget all my feelings. " Carefully cooking Yin and Yang "is really the realm of immortals. A girl named Shi is rare in the world, but she still can't forget her long life and her disgust. Obviously, love is not only inevitable but also impossible. The more I live, the more I feel that Su Dongpo is "misty and rainy." "There is a wish to wish others a long time, thousands of miles away" and a resentment of "thinking about old friends, having a romantic life, looking back in the air and in the smoke"; There is also the feeling of "staying here, drinking before and after flowers". * * * powder tears, two rustling ",it can be seen that" a misty rain will end your life "is his yearning. How can you escape? ————————。
5. Lin Qingxuan's famous saying, Lin Qingxuan's famous saying.
1。 Facing the uncontrollable birth and death of life, we can find the hometown of the soul by connecting the past and the future. People are always limited, but dreams are always the most beautiful.
2。 I once lived with a dead heart, and I was forced to surpass it. I also took the initiative to surpass it. Whether the dream comes true or not, it is always the most beautiful.
3。 Live happily in the present and contribute to perfection.
4。 After sweeping today's fallen leaves, tomorrow's leaves will not fall today. Don't worry about tomorrow. Try to live at this moment today.
5。 Over the years, I have sympathized with those who are the most stubborn, pitiful, humble and socially unacceptable. I often remember what my teacher said: Care is the most powerful force in the world.
6。 Every time you change, there will always be a lot of puzzled eyes, and sometimes even a frown that is pointed out by thousands of people. But I am grateful for prosperity and adversity, and let me contain the world with a soft heart. A soft heart is the strongest.
7。 The most beautiful petals are soft, the greenest grassland is soft, the vastest sea is soft, the boundless sky is soft, and the clouds flying freely in the sky are the softest!
The softness of our hearts can be more beautiful than petals, greener than grasslands, wider than oceans, more boundless than the sky and more comfortable than clouds. Softness is the most powerful and lasting.
8。 Life is so beautiful, I suggest you take a deep breath, feel the freshness of the air and appreciate the beauty of things. When I drink water, I always think that this may be the most delicious water I have ever drunk. I should always keep a love and learn to appreciate beauty. Only love and beauty are the hometown of my soul.
9。 The key is consciousness, and the happiness and pain of life are both consciousness.
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Pure lotus, clear but not mysterious Lin Qingxuan.
6. Lin Qingxuan's poems about scenery, if the wheat is not tested,
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One day, on a whim, God came for a walk on the land he created, and he was very happy to see the wheat in the farmland full of fruits. God thought he would not be recognized, because people in this world have not seen God for a long time. Unexpectedly, a farmer in a wheat field recognized him easily. The farmer went up to greet God and said, "Merciful God! Finally. For 50 years, I have not stopped praying for a day, looking forward to your arrival, and finally came. "
God said, "For fifty years, you have been praying. What are you praying for? "
"I have been praying for good weather, praying that there will be no heavy rain, heavy snow, earthquake, drought, hail and insect pests this year, but no matter how I pray, I can't get it!" The farmer said.
God replied, "I created the world, storm, drought, locusts and birds, and I created an unwanted world."
The farmer knelt down and kissed God's feet: "Lord Almighty! Can you agree to my request next year, as long as one year, no wind, no rain, no scorching sun and disaster, I don't care about other people's fields, can you give me one year? "
God said, "All right! Next year is as you wish. "
The next year, the farmer's field really produced many ears of wheat. Because there is no storm, no scorching sun and no disaster, the ears of wheat are twice as many as usual. The farmers are very excited and happily waiting for the harvest day.
At harvest time, a strange thing happened. The farmer didn't grow a grain of wheat in his ear.
The farmer found God and asked, "merciful God, what is this?" Is there anything wrong? "
God said, "I didn't do anything wrong. Once I avoided all the tests, wheat became incompetent. " . For a wheat, hard work is inevitable, wind and rain are necessary, hot sun is necessary, locusts are necessary, they can awaken the inner soul of wheat; The soul of man is the same as that of wheat. If there is no test, man is just an empty shell. "