Random thoughts of rain
Sometimes, it is raining outside, but the sun is shining in my heart; Sometimes, it is sunny outside, but it is raining. There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison. The heart is clear, and the rain is clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain.
However, no matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains. Rain has a magic power: it can diffuse into a mood, penetrate into an atmosphere and engrave a memory. Of course, sometimes it can be a disaster.
Sandstorms in spring, boredom in summer and dryness in autumn all make people pray for rain. A rain can also make the air fresher and the streets brighter. "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", and it is not just farmers who are eager for rain.
When it rains, there is neither the sun nor the moon, but people don't think much. Maybe it's because the rainy season is not cold, so it's good to let the sun cool for a while. Rainy nights have a charm that moonlit nights don't have. Sometimes I can't help but think of Li Shangyin's famous sentence "When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, we talk about the rain at night".
Walking in the light rain is more pleasant. Listening to the rustling sound when the rain gently beats the broad leaves of Populus davidiana or Platanus acerifolia, the beauty that moistens the bottom of my heart is hard to compare with even the elegant melody of whispering under Richard Clayderman's piano in autumn.
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 poetic rain or poetic rain every day, I feel curious.
Fragments of Mr. Guo Moruo's prose Ginkgo biloba
You are a saint of the East, a monument to China's humanity and life. You only have it in China, but most people don't seem to know it.
I have been to Japan, and Japan has you, but you are obviously an overseas Chinese in Japan. China culture has existed in Japan for as long as you have lived in Japan.
You really should be called the national tree of China. I like you, especially you.
But it is not because you are a specialty of China that I particularly like you. That's because you are beautiful, true and kind.
The pavilion is the most beautiful tree, which has stood upright for hundreds of millions of years.
The clouds go with the clouds, and when they come, see you in the middle of the month.
Prose appreciation fragment
Suddenly looking back, looking at the curved or straight, wide or narrow road, looking at your deep and shallow footprints, I found that you only gave me your distant back, shining all the way, pulling me to an unknown distance. I can't help sighing softly: it's not easy to love someone!
I fell in love with your beauty at the first sight, which eclipsed everything around me. This feeling is different from appreciating the beauty of a flower. In the face of fragrant flowers, I can only watch quietly and never dare to touch their delicate and easy-to-thank petals, for fear that my gentle touch will extinguish its beautiful flame in an instant. And you can appreciate, touch, play, or treat you as a friend who needs no defense at all and pour out everything silently. Since having you, life has added a lot of interest.
Come near you when you are happy, see the green mountains and green waters reflected in your arms, and see the elegant reflection of white clouds floating freely among your green water waves; Or take a yacht and draw rows of white waves in the whistling wind, so that laughter can fly with the songs of the waves. When I am sad, I come to you and sit beside you silently, so that you can clean the bank with layers of soft waves and also clean my naked heart. In this time and time again, the soul has been comforted, the soul has been purified, the character has been sublimated, all the burdens of the years and all the troubles have drifted away with the wind, and in silence, the true self has been restored.
I read your silent affection and unique beauty, as well as the true meaning of your sincerity, purity and selfless dedication, from all kinds of customs woven in five-color fields and wonderful stories interpreted by thousands of lights. I also learned how to pay tolerance and love with a broad and vast mind when facing nature and all living things, and add a few vivid and beautiful colors to the world with the spirit, strength and grace of ordinary people.