Classic prose about rain 1 My feeling about rain has always been dull, which is probably true, but it makes me feel more deeply about rain than others.
My university is the southernmost city in Henan Province, Xinyang, the north of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. There is a rugged and heroic climate in the north and a gentle and honest climate in the south of the Yangtze River. Somehow, it rained intermittently for a month this year. The sky in Xinyang has not seen the color of sunshine for a month. Every day is a dark gray sky, which covers this land and presses deeply on everyone's heart, as if it were contagious. My heart is also dark gray.
When I was young, I actually liked the rain very much. My hometown is Kaifeng, and this seven dynasties is really a northern city. There is not much rain in the northern cities, and the four seasons are distinct. Spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool, winter is cold, and there will be heavy rain and showers in summer. Sometimes the sky is still blue, and the raindrops as big as beans suddenly visit. I stood by the window and listened to the raindrops dripping like an impassioned piece of music in the sky. With the wind, the trees in the yard swayed like the wind. After the rain stopped, everyone came out, and the air was fresh after the rain. Close your eyes and you can smell the grass and earth, cool and faint, as if you can purify your mind with a sip. The trees in the yard are like washed ones, and crystal raindrops are hung on the green leaves. If you look closely, the veins of the leaves are clearly visible. It's pure green, very charming! With a gentle touch of your hand, small raindrops fall like pearls. When we were children, we were all very naughty. We often cheat adults under the tree and then suddenly shake a branch. Many raindrops fell one after another. Every time adults point at us in the rain, we know nothing. We don't care about anything We all made faces at the grown-ups after they left. And then lie to an adult happily.
It often rains continuously in autumn, and sometimes it will rain all day, but the sky is still blue, not depressing dark gray. On this day, if my parents don't sell vegetables, I will take them to watch TV dramas. In my impression, Princess Zhu Huan is the most concerned, followed by Princess Naughty, Lotus Lantern, Legend of the White Snake, Journey to the West and so on. Even though these TV series are all me, my family is sitting on the bed, and sometimes there are melon seeds knocking. The rain outside the window falls like feathers. At this time, the wind is gentle and gently floats over the face and heart. It is like a woman with willows in the south of the Yangtze River, walking leisurely. Autumn rain brought me the leisure of sitting in bed watching TV, the warmth of my parents' company, and the sweet memories of my childhood. The rain in my hometown always smells of my hometown. The longer it is, the more mellow it becomes.
It rained in Xinyang for a month, and gradually, I got used to its arrival and became familiar with its taste. Fortunately, the rain in Xinyang is mostly Mao Mao rain, light, like a feather. When the wind blows, it also floats, passing over the face, and the cool autumn is immersed in the heart. One side of the soil and water raises the other. Xinyang people have both the chic and unrestrained of northerners and the gentleness and worry-free of southerners. I think it has something to do with its rain. The drizzle lingers like a gentle southern girl.
The mountains here, the water here and the rain here have nurtured the people here and the culture here. After thousands of years of fermentation, majestic mountains, magical water and gentle rain have gathered into a chic, confident, sincere, heroic, soft, gentle, smart and lovely cultural atmosphere.
The rain in Jiangnan reveals the physical leisure of Jiangnan women. Water is cut with both eyes, and raindrops drop on the bluestone board, making a clear sound like touching glass, and rolling down from the quaint and elegant eaves on both sides like pearls. It's like hanging two strings of pearls in front of every house. When the wind blows, the wind chimes in front of the door jingle and make a crisp and pleasant sound. Deep in the alley, a girl like lilac came, holding hands. Dressed in ancient cheongsam, slender and graceful, walking leisurely on the bluestone board in high heels, the clicking sound and gentle raindrops are the most harmonious existence, as if the women in Jiangnan were born to belong to the drizzle in Jiangnan, the rain in Jiangnan was soft and the women in Jiangnan were ethereal. The mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River can't stand the wind and rain in the north.
Every place has its own rain. It is not only rain, but also a cultural symbol of every place. It has rained for thousands of years and witnessed the historical honor and disgrace of every place. Full of cultural flavor, coming from afar, into everyone's heart. It is an indispensable cultural element in every place, and it is also a permanent concern of travelers in a foreign land. Every time it rains in a foreign campus, my heart is always held by a feeling thousands of miles away. I put my left hand out of my umbrella and touched the gentle rain drops. That feeling is too real. The feeling of rain is the feeling of hometown thousands of miles away.
The classic prose related to rain 2 looked at the rain outside the window for several days in a row. I didn't have time to listen to the rhythm of its falling, but I only had a feeling of irritability in my heart. That's because without the pace of travel, "carefree" escaped from prison and lost the luxury and extravagance of leisure time. However, when the wind accompanied by rain swept the forehead moss, the eyes suddenly appeared ethereal, which was a sudden understanding of the rain.
On rainy days, many people will sincerely hate it, and even say that they have resistance. Why is this happening? This is because they don't know how to analyze things from multiple angles, but only use a fixed angle to define good or bad, forgetting that things themselves are angular. In fact, even every point, every direction; Everything can be all kinds of understanding and scenery. As far as rainy days are concerned, people will resist, which is nothing but affecting their busy work. In fact, try to look at it from another angle; Busy society, fast-paced life, it is rare to take this rainy day to relax, isn't it wonderful?
As the saying goes, tea drinkers are virtuous, and tea tasting is natural. However, what is Tao? Tao is a state of mind. Drinking a cup of tea in rainy days will have a different taste in peacetime, because there is something called silence at this time. When the raindrops fall, abandon the noise. What do you hear at the moment? It is a kind of silence, which is endowed by nature; Especially when it rains at night, this silence will be rendered more thoroughly. At this time, your heart and all your nerves will enter an unprecedented state of relaxation. This is the scenery, as calm as a lake. It will take you to a place where there is no pressure from this complex society, including the sadness that haunts us like the devil. At this time, you will feel as if you are in an endless prairie. Everything is empty, and what should not be borne will disappear without a trace. On rainy days, listening to the rain and drinking tea is an environment and a way.
Intermittent rain, like our mottled memories, wants to stop. Always tease our only patience with a helplessness, and always test our bottom line with a challenge. Just like this, rainy days are the best time for us to sort out our messy memories. Because in our spare time, we have a face, the most authentic interpretation of pain. Love, hate and choice will appear; Put it down or pick it up, and the choice appears. Even a little hesitant, then the thinking is definitely clearer than usual. Rainy days are dryers, and only it can cure wet memories.
Rainy Day is a story with endless jokes. But its position will never change and it will always be our most sincere friend! It will sublimate our souls and hearts to an extreme place. There are no demons, only angels.
Watch a rain, listen to a rain, pour a rain, and write a rain. Feel the truest self! Feel the truest nature!
Life won't make you enjoy the sunshine forever, sometimes it will make you feel the helplessness of getting wet, let you live in the strange eyes of others, and envy others to live easily and happily. However, even if life is like rain, you should forgive with an umbrella.
People will encounter many unpleasant things and people in their life. You can't escape, you can only face them. In this process, you will be angry, shed tears, unwilling and resentful, and almost all negative emotions will be experienced once.
When you are tired and depressed enough, such things and people still stay in your life. What you can do is to forgive, stop this useless emotion, let it go as soon as possible and focus on something more meaningful. If you always put your time and experience on these things, it will make your life very tired and meaningless.
We are not saints. We can't ask others to hit us on the right face with a smile when others hit us on the left face. What we can do is to forgive each other with a smile after someone slaps us, and then turn around and leave, leaving the pain and anger behind and welcoming the hope and happiness in the future.
You can't naively think that happiness and happiness will always exist, and life will always give you a heavy blow when you are happiest, so that you can understand the value of happiness and how fragile you are. However, you have to forgive life. It brings you pain because it wants you to learn to cherish, learn to be strong and become mature. When you understand what life wants to teach you, greater happiness will wait for you ahead.
Life is like rain, please forgive me for taking an umbrella. When you feel that life is unfair to you, please open the umbrella called forgiveness and smile to resist the storm of life. The wind and rain will always stop, depending on whether you have the confidence to stick it out. When the storm leaves, life will give you a blue sky and a rainbow.
Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft web and covers the whole autumn world. The world is dark, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs.
That pile of gray clouds in the sky is like dust 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.
The classic prose related to rain took away five years of youth, and the streamer eloped with immaturity. I stood where I was, neither far nor near; The vicissitudes of life are written on the face, and will not come or go; Let the wind wrinkle your face, neither sad nor happy. It's night and it's quiet. Being in one place and in a different place, homesickness has long been unfamiliar with the growth of age, and that strong concern has gradually grown in the rebellion of that year. What is safety? Peace of mind means security. ...
The rain outside the window is ticking uneasily. The heating in the room, wandering in every corner, blushed my cheeks. The smell of sweet potatoes haunted me all night. I just want to knock on the keyboard quietly, in a quiet place, with a quiet and impetuous heart, wait for the passage of time, and then, silently walk into another home that should have been mine for three years. Many times, I really often ask myself whether it is worthwhile to do so. Perhaps, in the eyes of many people, it is unreasonable. Yes, it is so unreasonable.
I envy that kind of dull life. The dullness here refers to the university life, wandering between eating and sleeping, wandering day after day and year after year tomorrow. Not long ago, I really wanted to go out and go to a place where I didn't have to think about things, that's all, that's all. ...
Last night, it was raining. I was drunk and didn't know where to go. Borrowing brown sugar water is empty several times. Tossing and turning all night, the morning is still the same.
Looking forward to the arrival of a snow, and then meet in the snow, see your eyes watching the snow falling, and that cheerful expression. How long have I been afraid to look at you? How long have you been afraid to talk? How long has it been? I dare not care. In this thin and cool season, it is always warm. As the winter nights get longer and the light becomes simpler, thinking about you may be my habit this winter. Put your inner persistence on your wings, and your heart will fly with your thoughts.
I often recall the past when I smiled like a flower, but I burst into tears when I saw something.
At this moment, this night, the moon is not at the willow tip, and people are not under the tree. It's not quiet outside, and the roar of the train resounds through the land of this bay. I seem to see people chasing trains in the old days. In the sea of people, they don't know where they are going. The world of mortals Wan Li, a foreign country.
I like a novel very much recently, but I still like the rivers and lakes in it after all. Everyone has his own Jianghu dream, and I am no exception. Everyone in my Jianghu is the person I met. Many times, I wonder who is the ranger carrying wood blade, who is the sword god who breaks the sky with a three-foot green front, or who is the scholar Xuanyuan who has no courage; It's Cao Guanzi, flying in the clouds because of you. Of course, who will be the clay figurine who will accompany me to the end?
Like a leaf, like the wind, it is difficult to blow snow, and it is the most ruthless and moving.
I like watching you dance happily, listening to your whispers and smelling your faint fragrance. All is well and all is well. It's the saddest sentence you gave me. I am happy that you are safe.
In fact, many times, I want to watch you quietly in a distant corner, without disturbing your life, your affairs or your decisions. Occasionally, when it gets cold, I ask you, are you wearing it? After you went out for a walk, I asked you, are you tired? Let me ask you, when do you stay up late? Are you sleepy? Really, that's enough.
I don't know what I am doing, but it's gone forever.
From the initial curiosity to the slow contact behind. From the introduction of friends at the beginning to my own feelings. From initial indifference to taking the initiative to walk out of the lab. Everything is so natural, so natural. I don't know what you think, and I don't know what you think, but I don't think it matters. After all, liking you is my own business. As for you, whether you accept it or not will not hinder my kindness to you, because I think it is worthwhile, and that is really worthwhile.
If you are well, it will be sunny.
I used to think that if you like someone, you just need to be together and spend every minute with her. It is a matter of course to watch the sunrise and sunset with her and play with her everywhere. The best medicine for the growth of time, it can make you feel about everything slowly, and the longer it takes, the more mellow it becomes. If you like someone, you really don't care whether you are together, whether you care about her feelings, whether you care about her opinions and whether you care about her persistence. As long as she is happy, as long as she is happy, in fact, everything seems less important, because whether she is here or not, she is already in your heart and cannot be separated. If she is good, you are good.
Classic Prose on Rain 6 Rainy days, falling rain, lightning and thunder. The melody of the violin is accompanied by the hoarse voice of the erhu from a distance, like a mason beating slowly with a hammer, the notes that come out of lightning and thunder touch people's hearts, and the sadness of rain is branded in people's hearts. Remind those forgotten sleeping sorrows, those memories that are engraved in the bones but want to be erased. Tick-tock, tick-tock, like a book, memories are gradually opened with the sound of rain, page after page, and scenes once reappear in front of us.
I suddenly remembered gossiping in plain life, caring words in trivial life, and the feeling that those rough wrinkled hands with thick cocoons slowly touched my face. My favorite country dog, he looked back at my last face full of tears, which only my family would care about. There are many, many ...
These are the lost memories of my precious life, and I regret my helplessness at that time. How I wish I had listened patiently when that man spoke to me before she died. When she smiled and quietly gave me a snack I loved when I was a child, I would happily accept it. I also want to leave the dog bravely when he doesn't want to leave me. When he was caught by the dog dealer, I was still patiently looking for it for a few more days. Maybe, maybe he will come back. I think this is what I regret, because I owe it, so I am restless.
The more you grow up, the more lonely you get. I think I understand this sentence deeply now. First of all, with the passage of time, the closest people are also leaving me; Secondly, it is also the main factor of loneliness. People in society are so indifferent. In a society with mixed economic interests, people with pure hearts are rare. Most people cover up their sharpness with the torrent of society and are covered with dust.
In fact, I think this life is just an advanced intelligent robot factory. It is smart enough to do anything, but it lacks the core element of human beings-emotion. I think, if you have time, you'd better calm down and listen to the rain. The sound of rain is the tears of nature. If you listen carefully, you will find your heart wailing with the rain.
The classic prose related to rain gradually darkened in 7 days, and the dark clouds were slowly gathering water vapor, like a mother who was about to give birth. In an instant, lightning and thunder, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky were to fall.
In the narrow yard, a depressed young man was thinking. This is the first heavy rain in his life. Only in the rain can he feel the vitality of life. In the dark room, a lonely old man also wondered how many times he had experienced such heavy rain in his life. Will this be the last rain in his life?
Raindrops fell mercilessly on the flagging youth, but did not interrupt their thinking. The smile on his lips is naive and beautiful. That's his long-lost smile. The real life made him breathless, and he tried to get rid of it by death countless times. He straightened his waist bent by reality, but he couldn't lift his depressed head. He adjusted his white hair that didn't belong to his age, looked up at the sky and laughed, tears and rain intertwined.
Raindrops regularly knock on the closed door, and the lonely old man's thoughts seem to go back to the past with this rhythmic melody. There are happy times for family reunion and difficult times for raising several children alone. Her story is more tortuous than the novel, but no idle people listen to her nagging, only sparse silver hair records this difficult time, and this painful history will disappear with her in the vast universe. How much she wanted to stand up, even if she could walk to the window and slowly put her hand out of the window to be baptized by the heavy rain, but she couldn't.
The heavy rain outside the window didn't mean to stop at all. The young man pushed open the closed door, and there was a faint light in the dark room. It was the mosquito wormwood smoked by the old man. He went straight to his grandmother who had been in bed for many years, complaining about God's injustice to her, and crying about his trivial misfortune to her suffering grandmother, as if she had lost the courage to live. The old man listened silently, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye, but the young man didn't notice it. Tears reflect the sufferings she experienced when she was young. She wants to tell her story to inspire her grandson. Her mouth opened and closed with difficulty, but no one could understand her.
Suddenly, the old man raised his hand with difficulty, and the young man looked in the direction of the old man's finger. He saw the mosquito Artemisia, which was about to go out. This mosquito Artemisia seems to be dying, but the bright spot flashes desperately and gradually gathers into a wisp of smoke, like her old man's unyielding struggle with fate all his life. The young man seems to understand something. He wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes. The old man smiled peacefully, and with the wisps of Artemisia smoke, the old man closed his eyes quietly. Smoke gathered into a fire, rekindled Artemisia, and burned the house red.
The thunder outside the window faded away and the heavy rain gradually stopped. A rainbow appeared in the sky after the rain. The old man walked past the rainbow bridge left by the last storm in his life. When people are enjoying the beautiful rainbow, only young people know that this rainbow is condensed from the tears of grandma's life.