I don't know why, but I always like rain. No matter when, where and what mood. Rain will always cheer me up, make me inexplicably sad, make me confused for a while, make me feel wet and immerse me in a state.
I don't like singing "Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon" by Li Yu, not because it's not nice, but because it's too much. Once a song is trite, its meaning will become dull. But to borrow its tune and apply it to another poem, Yu Meiren ~ listening to the rain is my own humming, and I never tire of it. The word is "Young people listen to singing upstairs in the rain, and the red candle is faint." Middle-aged people listen to the rain on the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now there are stars in the temples under the eaves of monks listening to the rain. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless, and the rain drips until dawn before the next step. "Do you love its sadness or its sigh for your life? I can't say for a moment, but love doesn't need a reason. Yes! Love words have their own name "Rain Bell". Even if you don't look at it, just think about it, and you will feel it is a kind of beauty.
I love Yu Guangzhong's Listening to the Cold Rain. What I like best is the sound and image of the rain hitting the gray tile roof. I love the image of the gray butterfly dancing. Like the aftertaste of walking in the rain. I love Bai Juyi's "big strings hum like rain, small strings whisper like dense", but I always think he wants to say strings are like drizzle, right? It's just a little too direct So I changed it. Anyway, the rain in Mao Mao is like a whisper, and I still feel the same.
It seems that I am the only one who loves rain.
Night rain makes people dream back, and how many past events in the rain can be chewed gently on the pillow. Won't bother anyone. Is it raining outside Qianshan? Is the candlelight in the west window still looking out? It rained a thousand years ago, but it has been raining ever since. Is Meiyu still there in Jiangnan? Is the frog sound in the grass pond as clear as ever? Who is waiting for me on a rainy night? Can soldiers knock like rain? I wonder what happened to the big boy who sheltered me from the wind and rain with his sleeves. If there is a tile roof, there is no need for poetry. Especially when it is drizzling like silk, oh, how many misty and rainy moments there are in life. Otherwise, how can A Qing's songs be so exciting? At this time, even tears are not needed, just a faint cold mood is needed.
The light rain in the morning makes people awake. What is the weather like today? Looking at the distant mountains through the window, everything has changed. It has a mysterious meaning, which makes your imagination endless. The waves in the rain, the knocking of high-heeled shoes on the concrete floor after the rain, the sound of shelter from the rain under the eaves, and the laughter in the rain have long since ceased to exist.
The light rain at dusk makes people sad. Not to mention the word autumn. Li Qingzhao's phoenix tree is drizzling, dribs and drabs. It is also because of the yellow rain! How much do you think it weighs? You closed the window and the door, trying to hide, but what you can hide is the rain, but what you can't hide is the heart. Then you think it might be better to hide in the rain and poetry. Then you think, let's have a rainstorm! What you want at the moment is an excited mood, which always lingers, and you are really tired!
So there was a rainstorm. Dark clouds are rolling and thunder bursts; Lightning, heavy rain! This is a symphony of heaven and earth with the theme of fierce fighting. It is a great epic of light and darkness, and the ending is victory! Your blood is boiling in the thunder, you are full of energy, you want to shout, you want to roar, you want to gallop, you want to fight-you think your life is not like this! You want to catch up!
Rain changes the seasons and brings life to everything. Rain, let you change, let your unprovoked sadness and joy have a corresponding and sustenance. I like rain. Life is spiritual because of affection, and affection is nourished by rain and dew.
2 "rain"
It is raining in Mao Mao, and there is not a breath of wind. On both sides of the street are colorful umbrellas and ponchos, covered with people and cars in a hurry. Facing the rain and fog, the wheels splash water from time to time at the concave part of the road, and the water spray is radial.
I walked slowly along the tree-lined road alone, with an umbrella in my bag, but I didn't take it out. Let the gentle rain fall on me, wet and cold. I'm not in a hurry or busy. I looked calmly at those who were eager to take shelter from the rain, and I felt more arrogant and contemptuous.
This rain is the tears of nature. Unable to bear the heavy load, she changed from ice crystals to water droplets and poured down uncontrollably. That is the catharsis of nature's emotions, perhaps her happy tears, perhaps her sad tears. She came into this world carefree, hoping to find someone to comfort and talk to. Why should we be so stingy with our feelings? Listen to her talk.
Raindrops were originally ice in the high sky. In the cycle of hot and cold and wandering up and down, she experienced too many changes in temperature. Bear with me, bear with me. At the limit, it broke out and turned into tears, and the rain continued. The rain flowed into my mouth, and I savored it carefully, bitter, astringent, sour and sweet. That is the heart of rain. Her understanding of life at high altitude, the cold and loneliness at high altitude, is beyond anyone's understanding.
Trees, flowers and grass. They are kinder than us. They like rain and are willing to communicate with it.
Look at that tree, calm and serene, let the slender fingers of the rain gently comb its branches and leaves and clean the dust for it. After being wrapped in dust, the water drops fell down, but the tree still couldn't bear to part with it. She said to her mother, filter the dust out of the rain. I want to absorb it completely into my body. Rain enters the trunk and blends with the tree for a long time, and the tree becomes a good listener. Rain also adheres to it, nourishing its appearance and its roots.
The grass is so gentle, like a weak woman, shy and has a head. Silence, let the rain tell. When the rain talks about the sad place, the tears will become turbulent, and the grass will nod hard to show understanding; When it is warm, the rain has become gentle and continuous, and the grass is as quiet as a virgin, slightly squatting, letting the water drop through the whole body and slowly flow to the feet. Grass returns the trust and love of rain with a refreshing attitude. Rain is also attached to the gentleness of the grass, and it is hard to leave for a long time. In the grass pit, lying quietly in the grass's arms, recuperating his injured body.
Flowers are passionate, romantic and unrestrained. Rain prefers the beauty of flowers, surrounded by groups of flowers. Rain falls on the petals, with big tears of sadness and sadness. The petals are also sad, which damages their appearance and makes their delicate bodies wither. The flower is so merciful that the rain appreciates it and is attached to it. On the petals and stamens, I lingered for a long time, reluctant to leave. Until the sun violently intervened, forcibly took away the water droplets and returned to the sky.
In the rain, there is no umbrella support, which is a kind of helplessness. Without an umbrella, it is a realm. Listen to the idea of rain when it rains.
3 "rain"
There is always a special feeling for rain.
I remember when I was a child, playing with mud in the rain alone. What's more, chasing and frolicking with the children in the neighborhood in the rain.
Now, even if this scene can't be reproduced in the rain, it has turned into a beautiful memory like fallen leaves, scattered in the depths of the soul, and will not fade in memory because of the passage of time, but will become more and more clear in the rain.
Playing football with friends in the rain, covered in mud, I can call it free and easy.
Walking alone in the park path in the rain, soaking wet, I can take this as relaxation.
in the rain ........
In the rain, everything is so beautiful, even better if it is a quiet light rain. That kind of beauty is silent and fascinating.
Rain will calm me down and remind me of many things.
In the past, many articles have been written about rain, but today, there is still much to say.
Breathe the air after rain with your soul and enjoy the sunshine after rain with your heart.
It is found that in nature. Everything in the water is beautiful, and of course, there is snow.
The silence of rainy nights needs to be enjoyed exclusively, which is the best gift of nature.
Listen, clearly, good rain knows the season, at dusk, bit by bit. ......
Clap your hands and knock on the window glass to celebrate the joy of harvest.
You see, under the eaves, the tiny waterfall has lost its momentum, but it has more details.
On the ground, it merges into a stream and slowly flows into your heart.
At this time, it is pale and powerless to describe the rain with gorgeous words.
The curved rainbow is the best interpretation of her beauty.
You can also walk on the path after the rain with your beloved, take a greedy deep breath and let the fragrance of the soil soak your heart and spleen.
The evening after rain is equally charming.
Snails walk, and occasionally naughty water droplets cause small ripples in the pond. On the water, you will see traces of happiness.
Like a fairy tale world, it's breathtaking.
If you are lucky, you can still see the sunset, quietly hiding in the water, and the afterglow of blood is still unwilling to leave this world after the rain.
All the unpleasantness has been diluted by the rain, leaving only faint memories after the rain.
The wind can't dispel the sadness, but it will lengthen the yearning. Into a drizzle all over the sky, scattered in your window. I also complained about rainbows after rain, brief and beautiful. I never have time to stop, but I leave in a hurry. Like a smile you can't cherish But I am still willing to make a rainbow for you after the rain. Use a seven-color pen to gently write my love for you into the light blue sky. But only the wind and clouds can understand. ......