I can't hear the rain, it's gloomy outside, and the chill seeping through the window cracks ripples like water.
I didn't take an umbrella when I went out, and the rain came on me, cold and open on my clothes, walking along the fiber line, walking very lightly and slowly. I can hear the subtle voice, melting away, melting away, just like when I was painting Chinese painting, the pen tip crossed in clear water. Gradually, it rained heavily. Just like the rain I heard last night.
Rain is my favorite. Listen to the sound of rain-hissing, it's raining in Mao Mao, my favorite kind. Another is to "rush" the heavy rain. When I was a child, I often rode my bike alone and enjoyed the touch of drizzle. The weather is cool and a little slippery. There is always some rain that slips into my mouth and flows into my heart. Well, it is sweet. Or walk slowly on the bumpy dirt road, or wander on the straight road. Rain is not short of spectators, but not many people are good at listening to the sound of rain. Rough rain particles fell to the ground, splashing-bang, countless raindrops continued. If you hit the ground directly, it will be clear; If you hit the corner of the building and then fall to the ground, there will be a little noise, like the air in the glass cover spinning, and this kind of collision can be divided into frontal collision and side collision. Or unfortunately, it was dripped into the aqueduct and gathered on the concrete floor, which had a dull feeling. And ... composition.
I like to fall asleep listening to the rain. Nature seems to be cultivating it to become a musical genius. It is familiar with every note and can even play notes that have never appeared in human musical instruments. It is simply a genius, but it never makes public, but quietly shows its talent in another form. Sometimes it's really too quiet, it seems that he is just waiting for someone to enjoy it, or even he is just playing for himself. It is always played at night. For example, on a summer night, everything was silent. Only when the summer bug is still active, it gently touches the windowsill, floats on the leaves and falls into the grass to punish this disturbing bug. It is only sometimes when the collected rainwater falls on the steps that its whereabouts are exposed. One night, I suddenly woke up It turned out that I forgot to close the window, and the rain passed through the gap and gently entered my mouth. Raindrops condensed on my arm. A feeling of deja vu arises spontaneously. Just open the window and let it kiss me heartily. At that time, I was awake, and my tired body and mind were comforted as never before. I even think I am in love with it.
I like the rain and the shock it brings. It is an endless piece of music and an endless article. It brings you daydreams at noon, contributes everything to it and gives you endless ideological motivation. The rain is really touching. Inadvertently moving. The rain is light, and the tiles on the roof, such as guzheng, are crisp and full of charm. Rain is probably the most complicated music in the world, with rhythm and melody. Let people overflow from the bottom of my heart from time to time. composition
There may be many days with the sound of rain, but there is no trace of water; It may also be because there is not as much rain as before, just like this summer; Or perhaps, many times, we have never paid attention to rainy days ourselves; Or maybe when I hear the same rain, I can't arouse the passion buried deep in my heart.
Quietly, just quietly staring at the autumn rain outside the window. Linear raindrops swept across my forehead, and I could feel the slight coolness she brought. Night gradually climbed the stairs, filled the whole sky, and small lights were telling loneliness. A person's world is also warm, and there is a kind of unspeakable beauty, but lonely melancholy still occupies my whole body and mind. Silent rainy night, the moment I miss you, the moment I miss you, makes me lonely. ...
On this rainy summer morning, walk slowly in the rain and fog and let the rain get wet. Now I just want to listen to the sound of rain quietly, and maybe I can still feel a little hope and yearning in my heart.
Listen to the rain and taste loneliness.