When I was a child, I hated rain. Every time it rains, it always wets my face, my whole body, my schoolbag and my dream. I get upset at the sight of rain; At the sight of the rain, I feel depressed, confused and even helpless.
When I grow up, I have read poetry books, traveled all over the world and experienced vicissitudes. I feel that watching rain has a different taste, and listening to rain is a kind of enjoyment.
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Rain is a lively and unique life form. I think the sound of rain, the voice of nature, is the whisper of life. Whenever and wherever you listen to the rain, you are listening to the sound of the rain and the heartfelt words of the rain.
Throughout the year, spring, summer, autumn and winter, flowers bloom and fall, and the cycle begins. The severe winter has passed, and when the residual cold is still strong, winter has left us in a hurry. Just then, spring came lightly, waved to us and came slowly.
Everything in the whole world, like Xiaohua Mall who just woke up, opened her eyes happily. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed. The grass crawled out of the soil, tender, green and soft. In the warm spring breeze, a hundred flowers blossom, you won't let me, I won't let you fight; In the bright sunshine, the birds contended and rhymed, and called friends to show off his crisp voice and sang a melody, which echoed with the shepherd boy's piccolo and rang loudly on the cow's back all day. Spring is like a newborn doll, new and growing from head to toe; Spring is like a little girl, dressed beautifully and walking with a smile; Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.
I don't care about flowers and trees, I don't care about birds and animals, I don't care about the prosperity and freedom of the world. What I care about is the tenderness and delicacy of the spring rain.
Chunyu seems to be an understanding and gentle woman. In the season when Qian Fan is competing for development and everything is striving for spring, when people are in urgent need, it comes lightly with the breeze and nourishes everything in the world.
Du Fu once wrote a poem that was told through the ages to praise the spring rain. He wrote in "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night": "Good rain knows the season when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. " That spring rain, as if it were sensible, profound and sensible, seemed to understand the changes of seasons. When everything in the world was hungry and cold, flowers and trees were in urgent need of nourishment, it quietly brought showers to people. Spring rain comes at the right time, at the right time! In Du Fu's works, drizzle, knowing how warm and cold the world is, and caring about human beings and nature seem to have spirituality. At night when people are sleeping, it walks quietly and carefully. It is like ox hair, like a needle, like a filament, extremely slender and densely woven, silently dedicating everything to itself, making everything in the world flourish and flourish. The whole world is beautiful in spring, more beautiful and charming, and the spring rain has contributed.
In spring, the grass grows and the warblers fly. It's a pleasure to enjoy the continuous drizzle. Listening to spring rain is like listening to folk songs. The drizzle is soft and lingering, like smoke, like a dream, like a song, and it is a beautiful melody and sweet notes flying in the air. Listening to the sound of spring rain is like reading Xu Zhimo's well-known "Farewell to Cambridge": "I left gently, just as I came gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky … I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. "Flowing pictures and wonderful artistic conception are vivid portrayal of the beautiful mind of Spring Rain.
Yu Xia and Chun Yu are twin sisters. However, Yu Xia is not only gentle, but also provocative and generous. She is an elf with multiple personalities. It is always unpredictable, elusive and difficult to understand. Summer rain, sometimes polyhedron, sometimes sphere, sometimes irregular geometry; Yu Xia is sometimes a fragile woman, sometimes a chivalrous woman who combines rigidity with softness, and sometimes a warm-blooded man. You see, it stretches out from time to time and comes to us slowly and gently, just like a slim young woman with light steps and graceful posture. Sometimes it is like a little jasper bred in the inner room, and no one knows her. Although thunder roared and lightning flashed, it always didn't want to show its face. Sometimes, when there is thunder and lightning and the wind is blowing hard, Yu Xia will lead thousands of troops and gallop around the country. In an instant, heavy rain poured down like a column of water. Throughout the world, Shure has become an ocean of rain. It comes and goes in a hurry, how chic! When you come, you are aggressive. When you come, you leave. You are generous and never indecisive.
Listening to the sound of summer rain, staring at the railing, watching colorful flowers in full bloom and listening to the euphemistic voice of summer rain may be the best choice.
Listen to the sound of summer rain falling from the sky; Listen to the sound of summer rain hitting the roof; Listen, the sound of summer rain banging on the iron is really wonderful. Listen, the rain is sweet and full of emotion. I thought I was listening to the electronic piano accompaniment with light rhythm and beautiful melody. Listening to the falling sound, I will be completely immersed in the ocean of music and let my boat swim freely.
That Xia Yu seems to be a dancing dancer, charming and affectionate. Listen carefully, I really feel Yu Xia's soft heart like a chivalrous woman. How I long to be like it, soft-spoken, gentle and virtuous, and develop a good character.
When the wind is drizzling, the sky is dark, and the storm is raging, listening to the earth-shattering storm sounds is like listening to a hero's hymn. The lyrics are "the blue sky thunders and thunders and knocks on the golden drum, and the waves are harmonious." Concise, well written, how wonderful! What a shock! How touching! The sound of wind, thunder and rain is deafening. How I wish I could be as proud of the sky and indomitable spirit as Yu Xia. After fighting with the wind and thunder, I fell into the sky, turned into a river, gathered into a rolling torrent and rushed back to the embrace of the sea. How I wish I could be as passionate as Yu Xia, stand proudly in the sky, fly down, roar and sing all the way, turn into beating notes, turn into tears to protect flowers, and become a magnificent poem written by literati.
Take a look, the gray sky is overcast and the sky is dark. A flash of lightning tore through the sky, and suddenly there was a strong wind. When Xia Yu swept away all the decay in the world with its devastating gesture, I could hear and witness its earth-shattering heroic feat; We can appreciate its heroism and the feelings of its children. Think about it, under the strong washing of summer rain, the mountains are washed, such as blue, such as Biluochun, such as sweet wine; Flowers in full bloom with rain are delicate and charming, and they are red one after another. They are really delicious.
Meditation and summer rain dialogue, I seem to have become a talented woman with internal wisdom and external beauty; Meditation and Xia Yu's dialogue, I seem to be a strong man with high morale; Through meditation and dialogue with Yu Xia, I seem to be a saint admired by everyone. Listening to the rain is a pleasure!
There are many autumn rains in the works of celebrities. In the Tang Dynasty, Si Kongtu once wrote: "Chongyang won the cup to keep out the rain, and moved the mountain chrysanthemums." Li Bai wrote in "Reward Pei for Rain": "The rain is cold, and the wind is strict and clear." In the Tang Dynasty, Li Duan wrote in "Maoling Mountain follows the Wei and Jin Dynasties": "Su Yu comes to rest, and the empty mountains are clear in autumn." Li Shangyin wrote in "Love in the Rockfall Pavilion is Cui Yong and Cuizhou": "Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain." There is a saying in Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night: "You ask about the return date, and the rain will rise in the autumn pool in the evening." A stork in the Tang Dynasty wrote in two occasional poems: "If you cut violet frost overnight, you won't make it a pearl of autumn rain. There are still books at the water's edge, and the wine that wants to relieve anxiety is not strong. Unfortunately, the thunder in the blue sky can only drive away the lazy dragon. " In Song Dynasty, Liu Yong wrote in "Klang Ganzhou": "Sprinkle the rainy river and wash the autumn." It can be seen that autumn rain is one of the poets' favorites. Listening to the autumn rain, I have mixed feelings and have infinite reverie.
Autumn is the harvest season. Listening to the autumn rain, "Sasha Vujacic, Sasha Vujacic ..." seems to be a beautiful light music, full of temptation, really attractive, fascinating, relaxed and happy, with infinite reverie. Yue Fei wrote in "Man Jiang Hong": "Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning against the fence and raining. Looking up, screaming at the sky, strong and fierce. " Just like he is alone in a tall building, leaning on himself, looking straight at Kun and pitching Liuhe, he can't help but be full of boiling passion. At first, the autumn rain stopped, the wind was crisp and the scenery was charming, which helped him to relieve his depression, so he roared to the sky and expressed his heroic ambition.
Autumn is another sad season. Seeing the leaves falling like the spray of a waterfall, we always have a kind of sadness everywhere. Listening to the autumn rain, we always have tears in our eyes and feel extremely sad. Du Fu wrote in "Cottage Broken by Autumn Wind": "Russia leans against the wind, the clouds are dark, and the autumn desert is dark. ..... There is no dry place at the head of the bed, and my feet are soaked like hemp by the rain. Since the funeral, I have had less sleep, and I have been wet for a long night! " This autumn rain, really heartless, pushed the desolate poet to a desperate situation. Fan Zhongyan wrote in Yueyang Tower: "If it rains heavily, the moon will not open, the evil wind will howl, and the turbid waves will be empty." That autumn rain, it rained so hard that it couldn't even open the moon, and it always wrapped around, blocking the sight of the moving poet enjoying the beautiful scenery. It was really disgusting.
Winter has come, the plants and trees are withered, the mountains and rivers are eclipsed, and there is no surge. All kinds of birds and animals suddenly disappeared. In the south, although rain is not common, its beauty can be seen occasionally.
Probably things are rare! Winter rain, like a rare treasure at home, deserves my love. During the day, the sky is dark as night, and the winter rain will come to us like a small jasper. I was surprised to find that the winter rain was so fearless of cold, wind and frost that it did not hesitate to break through many obstacles to meet me. At this time, I listened to the sound of winter rain, listening to the sound of rain. What I hear is the sincerity and persistence of the rain from the heart. At night, when the clouds gather and the wind blows, Dong Yu, an uninvited guest, will come uninvited. I came here angrily against the cold north wind. Writing at my desk, occasionally hearing this wonderful song, I will press the piano concerto that I can't bear the inner excitement, put down my pen and listen carefully, and the wind and rain will play for me. I seem to feel enlightened, enlightened. Who says the wind and rain are ruthless?
The sound of rain is like music, like weeping, beautiful and moving. Listening to the rain is accepting the baptism of nature. Rain sounds like books, poems, essays, novels and plays, and everything. Listening to the rain is like watching a well-known literary work. The rain is picturesque, vivid and meaningful. Listening to the rain seems to appreciate the masterpiece of the master.
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From ancient times to the present, how many literati, how many immigrants and how many people with lofty ideals like to watch and listen to the rain. They pay attention to taste, interest, romance, artistic conception and realm: grass in the morning rain, boating in the evening rain, apricot flowers in the spring rain and phoenix trees in the autumn rain.
The world is full of material desires and the world of mortals is rolling. I have no qualifications, no money, no status, just a mortal, just a nobody who can be almost ignored. Listen to the rain, don't care too much, don't have too many restrictions, don't have too many rules, and you can fly freely.
Whenever it rains, I always like to find the best place to enjoy the spectacular, beautiful and magical charm of rain. On the balcony, under the eaves, by the bridge, at the foot of the mountain and in front of the house, it can always be an ideal place for me to appreciate and listen to the rain. I always dare not expect too much. I always listen to the sounds of nature with a faint mood. I can always walk alone, wander alone and listen alone. I feel the gentleness and kindness of the rain, the elegance and boldness of the rain, the joy and sadness of the rain, the wanton Wang Yang of the rain, the sudden madness of the rain and the contemplation of the rain, so that the rain ripples in my boundless heart.
This is a heart-to-heart communication between me and my natural pet; This is the process of blending my heart with nature; This is how I fell in love with the rain. In the process, my dry heart pool will be filled with clear and transparent water in an instant.
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In nature, although the rain is small, won't the world without rain become a desert? I like rain, not only because it can clean everything in the world, but also because it can make the world clean. Moreover, this whisper of life is enough for me to have a full understanding and more understanding of life.
People are on a journey, trudging hard. I think, people should be like rain, slow and urgent, soft and firm, not afraid of cold and heat, not afraid of difficulties and obstacles, be brave in selfless dedication, be brave in purifying the world, and return the world to beauty.