A person sits by the window, listening to the falling rain outside, like a quiet ditty, playing gently in his heart, with a touch of beauty, a touch of joy, silence and happiness, but adding a touch of sadness.
The rain in the window lattice is crystal clear, one after another, light and transparent, quiet and beautiful.
Sometimes I just look out the window silently, put my hand on the raindrops that have been scratched, and watch them flow away from your fingers slowly and gradually, as if those lost days, no matter how nostalgic and disappointed you are, will quietly leave with the oblique wind and drizzle.
Lazy days, listening to the autumn wind whispering, listening to the autumn rain knocking on the window.
In fact, this is a good season, and you can suppress as you like without being blamed, especially yourself.
One season is cold, one season is flying north, and one season is full of thoughts. How to put it? You should sigh: Life is too short to lose its glory. Tanchun went to Qiu Lai, and the years passed like water.
However, just like this autumn rain, my heart is always inexplicably happy. It is finely divided, like a wind chime in front of the window, as if nothing had happened, light and long. Some thoughts let it go with the wind, tasting the light rain in September, not like falling to the ground, but like falling in my heart, sad and happy, like sadness rather than sadness.
The asparagus in front of the window is green and full of vitality. A cup of green tea, fragrant, makes the interior of Tsinghua a little softer.
Put away those skirts as thin as gauze wings and put on long-sleeved clothes, but I still feel a little cold. Should that sentence, an autumn rain and a cold.
The heat of midsummer, the sun is like fire, as if a second had passed, as if I had a magnificent spring dream. After waking up, you are still you, I am still me, and there is no room for imagination.
Praise a little soup to make a cool day a little warmer and a little more secular fireworks.
Smelling the faint smell of soup floating in the air and listening to the fragrance of the soil outside the window, I closed my eyes and listened to the rain softly serenading like Beethoven, like crying and complaining, like dreaming.
In fact, every season has its own beauty. There is a breeze in spring, flowers in summer and snow in winter; Rain is the most beautiful scenery in autumn, mixed with fallen leaves, dripping into the heart, making that thin and cool years, continuous feelings, a thousand-year dream. ...
Essay: Thinking in the rain 2. The spring rain is falling outside the window, and my thoughts begin to flood with the rain curtain. The drizzling spring rain beats my heart unhurriedly, followed by loneliness, but I love it deeply. I don't remember when I began to like this loneliness and tranquility. I am probably born with this loneliness and loneliness. It seems that as long as I can remember, it seems that the first emotional experience of life suddenly touched the emotional endings hidden deep in my heart when I was in Seeds of Love. So I like to think carefully in the dead of night, listen to the beautiful rain in the rain, and talk with flowers in the morning. ...
I can't remember clearly, and I don't know what it looks like. What is the reason? Like is like, without any reason. The unique quietness and tranquility that only belongs to me make my love endless. Sleeping quietly with that unique quietness is a carefree enjoyment. There is no interference, no noise, no secularity ... The truth of life reappears quietly, and the imagination and source code of life are also quietly accompanied at this time.
March is foggy and rainy, spring is blooming, golden everywhere, and azaleas are everywhere. Spring oil paints depict Huishan in Jishui as an intoxicating Jiangnan landscape. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River always visits frequently during the Qingming Festival. At this time of the year, more than 20 lucky people, old and young, will return to their hometown to visit their graves. Whether it is the unique tomb scene of Wangjiashan with great-grandfather and great-grandmother, or the custom ceremony of grandparents' centenary birthday, they deeply miss the growing experience in the background of big family when they were young. Happy and harmonious, the happy time of four generations living under one roof is always so short and fleeting, just like misty rain outside this window, drifting away at any time.
The intermittent spring rain is beating the branches and leaves outside the window, rustling around me, causing ripples in my heart, constantly spreading my deep thoughts and worries. ...
Grandparents' filial piety continued to my father and our generation. It's a pity that my grandparents failed to bless my brother's long life. It was a wonderful youth time, but unfortunately, they followed their ancestors to heaven and took away the most unforgettable joy and past in their family. Grandparents, since you have the joy of your brother in heaven, please bless my sick mother to get better soon and give my poor granddaughter a wish, ok?
Essay: Thinking in the Rain 3 Standing in the drizzle with an umbrella, the rain dripped from the umbrella, splashing my trouser legs and my heart. The emotion surged, and my thoughts gradually drifted up. Looking at the lonely red dot standing across the river in the rain and fog, I guess it is a red flower, and I suspect it is the red top of the pavilion. Rain makes the mountains green, and the water drops merge into streams, carrying my memories, drifting across time and space, drifting across the distance.
The distant mountain is out of sight, but I obviously feel its existence, and the village under my feet is still there. Distant years have eroded distant memories, but she is always clear. I don't know how she is now, but the old bamboo forest, the sweet under the bayberry tree, and the infatuation with a charming smile are constantly beating my thoughts.
I suddenly felt stubbornly that it was not a tree of red flowers that was lonely, not to mention the red ceiling of the pavilion, but to clearly see her slender figure holding a red umbrella. Heart pounding, how many sleepless nights tossing and turning, how many lonely days, this Hua Song shed tears. Did God show mercy and give me another sweet encounter? I thought it was an illusion again. I wiped my eyes wet by the rain and confirmed myself more. I shouted her birth name over and over again, ran to her in a hurry, but almost fell into the river. Looking for both sides of the strait, it's long past Qixi, and magpies don't come to bridge for me, just like cowherd and weaver girl. The river is rushing, but I don't care about my mood at all. My heart hurts. I wonder if the mountain road is slippery. Along the river, I'm looking for a place to pass. But the rain is getting worse, the river is roaring, the mountains are swaying in the strong wind, and the green waves drown the faint red spots. Did you leave because of the heavy rain? Or the disappointment of waiting made her cry. I was completely' desperate', and my tired body finally fell to my knees in the rain. God, since you gave me this unexpected encounter, why not let us be so cruel together?
There are many opportunities in one's life, and I am glad to know her in the same rainy season. Looking at the distance in the misty autumn rain, she stood there quietly with a red umbrella in the cold autumn wind. I don't know what she was thinking, but I saw the autumn wind slapping her white windbreaker. I was ashamed of my lateness and hurried over. I didn't expect her to give me a sweet smile under the umbrella. "Coming," she said softly.
I was shaking, my heart was pounding, and I wanted to get out of my chest. I apologized and said, "I'm sorry", so I walked into her umbrella and walked with her in the continuous autumn rain.
There are many opportunities in a person's life, and I am sad for our separation, just in this autumn rainy season. I remember the day we left, and we came here together. Everything here used to be so beautiful, green mountains and green waters, and her red label. We enjoy ourselves in the drizzle, we embrace each other in the pavilion, we look at the gray sky, but we think of sweetness in our hearts. However, now we hug each other and cry. She asked me how long it would take me to come back. I didn't want to lie to her, so I had to say "it's hard to say" and she said she would wait for me all my life. This sentence stung my heart like a needle, but what stung me was full of love. I picked up her face, which was slightly blue because of the autumn chill, and looked at it carefully, a face that was originally very delicate, but sad and clear because we were about to separate. I want to remember it forever. We kissed madly, but our tears couldn't stop. She wants to entrust herself to me, but I don't have the courage a man should have, because I know that the reunion after parting is far away. I finally stood up and left in pain. Looking back, I saw that she was still standing silently in the rain with that red umbrella, and she didn't want to leave for a long time.
After more than ten years, I finally returned to my hometown. It is also in this autumn rainy season. I'm standing here, and the red dot on the other side of the river is still visible, but she's gone. It is said that autumn rain has unique beauty, but I feel that beauty is full of sadness. I can't stand the cold rain, my heart is more moist, and it is raining harder and harder. The rain and fog covered her face, but it stayed in my heart forever. I shouted, dear! Where are you? I never heard her sweet and charming voice again except the echoes of the four mountains in the rain and fog.
Essay: Feeling in the Rain 4 It's rainy in the south. After the rain, the sky is clear and the air is fresh, which makes people feel comfortable. There are many hills, forests and mountains in Lingnan area, and the vegetation and trees are very lush. From the rainy season after the Spring Festival to the Dragon Boat Festival, rainy weather is the main theme. Every time the rain stops, it stretches over the peaks and dark green. Under the action of air pressure, there will always be a piece of light and graceful fog rising, dancing gracefully and wandering around, intoxicating your eyes and slowly gestating for the rain.
It rained again today. The rain has been falling, pattering and ticking. Under the dim light, the rain was twisted into strings, like acacia hidden in the stomach, winding, crooked and dense, criss-crossing in the open heart to be cultivated. Rain happily falls into the embrace of the earth, making the center of the earth swell and ripple endlessly; The full circle of ripples is the heart flower of the rain that the center of the earth gives back to love. Look, rain connects intoxicating flowers, infatuated hearts, lovesickness and lingering love, and they form a string of precious hearts.
Such a beautiful scene, I wonder if you are deliberately hiding in a closed corner without wind, rain and silence, and you can't feel the trembling call of the rain beads at all. It washes the burden of dust pollution in nature to its heart's content, and how it wants to bind your gentle hand with carefully woven rain, so that you can feel deep sincerity in meditation; How much it wants to infiltrate your unstoppable power with pouring tears, making it difficult for you to break free from the fetters of love.
Let go of your heart and don't pretend to be reserved; Put away your shyness and feel love with your heart. Don't you like walking hand in hand in the rain? Don't you like the rain kissing your face warmly? Don't you have a crush on the warm words murmured by the rain beads when they embrace the earth? Then throw away your disguise and enjoy a "drowned rat" performance! Let the rain soak your whole body, let you feel the rare boldness of life, and let the wind, rain, heaven and earth blend with you. You know, after missing this rain, when will the next rain wait!
The rain is still falling, and the voice of "Tick-tock, Tick-tock" earnestly calls, urges and mumbles until you wake up your soft sleeping heart, hypnotize your strong cowardice and stop lovesickness until your tears dry up. ...
The rain stopped and the sun smiled at the winner. Is your heart cheering that a brand-new day has finally arrived, and you have finally got rid of the shackles of rain? Free, free to come and go, cheerful and excited, no rain is the best day. The sun is shining, and the sun slowly warms up into a blazing sun. Your stretched brows gradually shrink, your inner joy disappears quietly, and your clothes are helplessly wet. Finally, you are sweating like a pig. This situation makes you miss the gentleness of the rain. Rain, after all, is to care for yourself, be considerate of yourself, and never give up; The gentleness of rain, the wildness of rain and the arrogance of rain beads are all natural and beautiful presentations. They are never hypocritical, but the characteristics of the United States and China are different. Why give up on yourself and choose?
There will always be regrets when choosing, and it is impossible to have everything; Everything has two sides, and it can't be perfect. Otherwise, beauty is not beautiful, and beauty becomes ordinary, because there is no contrast.
Prose: Love in the Rain 5. I like rainy days. It has always been like this. Even in bleak autumn or cold winter, rain is my favorite in my life.
Let time go back to xx years, my summer vacation is longer than the night. That year, the manifesto that had just grown up should have let go of dreams and aspired high, but troubles spread with anxiety. Thus, a diary with a lock hides the secret of youth. Working in the field with my mother during the day and quietly opening it at night: "I have steamed enough in summer and my back is burning." I can endure such hard work, but how can I avoid my neighbors' doubts about my studies? " My heart is blue. If the weather is dry and stuffy, I want to ask, why not have a rainstorm, give me a good reason to stay indoors ... "Just after writing these sentences, thunder roared outside the window, and the rainstorm broke out, and the wonderful rain curtain was opened in the dark night. I was shocked. ...
That night, I completely ignored my mother's nagging that there would be floods in the crops, and the cocoons in my heart were quietly released, truly realizing the sweetness of the rain. That night, I walked into Tang poetry and Song poetry, and played back many poems about rain with the euphemistic voice of the recorder pipa. That night, I curled up in a small bed under the eaves, kissed the fragrance of the earth, and listened to the sound of rain falling on the ground, like pearls falling on a jade plate, which sounded like a ring. In this way, I fell asleep with the sound of rain.
It was at that special time that I fell in love with the rain and the space belonging to one person.
The river of the years flows quietly, and the memories that have settled down are some rainy season plots: either holding an elegant flower umbrella, or singing a romantic poem, or watching the ripples by the river, or listening to the long and short patters under the banana leaves ... However, the most touching, cordial and warm thing is that the rainy season gave me the opportunity to curl up under the window lattice!
I can't remember how many times it rained in my sky. I only know that the troubles of youth have long been yellowed in my memory. The days of looking forward to rain are also drifting away with the ignorance and naivety of young people. Middle-aged people, many people have no intention to stay, indifferent to the flowers, Yun Qi surging, they are very embarrassed. So every rainy season, I will slowly close my eyes and listen to the sound of rain, so that the world of mortals will melt with the sound of rain and become natural.
At the moment, it is raining again. I opened the window, drew back the curtains and fell headlong on the bed. The falling rain shook my eardrum, and my eyes closed slightly, gradually blurring into a silk thread. Slowly, I entered a dream world. Isn't the complex in the rain old? Whispering new sadness in the rain? In a trance, the quiet voice lingers on the pillow. I think of you stroking the strings in drunkenness, looking at the lonely bar in Tianya, looking back gracefully and drunkenly for 3 thousand miles, catching a bluebird, wading through thousands of waters, crossing the sea of clouds, holding a most beautiful magnolia and exploring the distant mountains with you. ...
A rain awakens a memory;
A rain, a beautiful miss.
On rainy days, I just want to listen to the sound of rain. Soul wants to fly? No, the heart is being baptized!
Essay: Feeling in the rain 6 Early in the morning, open the window, and the cool wind penetrates the skin and the soul.
It's another rainy day. I like the beauty of cloudy days very much. Rain took away the dust particles flying in the city air, leaving only a smooth breath.
The wind is lingering, accompanied by rain, and a small flower blooms in the cold early winter. Without fragrance, cold can't solidify lasting vitality, and she is still enchanting and beautiful. I don't know her name. A flower heart is like a butterfly. When the wind blows, it will spread its wings. Covered by the rain, colorful flowers are like thousands of dancing butterflies, dynamic and beautiful.
Can't be eliminated, dance with the wind. Some people say that romance is out of date. I thought poetry and painting would go deep into the bone marrow.
I went to Nantong to participate in an activity the other day. After lunch, I walked out of the restaurant, and there was a thin rain in the sky. The restaurant is far from the stadium. The instructor said: "I like to walk in the rain and feel the sadness of the wind and rain." Whenever it rains on the grassland or snows in the desert, I never take an umbrella. I will run into nature alone and enjoy the pleasure brought by the unique weather. " I wonder how people present will feel. Maybe they just laughed it off, but I have a feeling. All artists need to feel the breath of beauty with heart, and all artists need romantic feelings to feel the delicacy of emotions. Romantic, regardless of age, capturing a little touch in life is the source of inspiration, wonderful songs and touching stories in an instant.
Can't be indifferent, every drop of rain will soak the bottom of my heart. That kind of emotion arises spontaneously, and I want to describe it in words. Every rain is a story, and under the impetuous noise, I have a long-lasting memory in my heart. Every morning, I long for the fresh rain to drift with the wind. Every lonely night, I long for the rain outside the window to beat the banana. It sounds like fresh music, and I am passionate and lonely.
Every rain, like Cupid's arrow halberd, falls into the lake and ripples in circles. Spring rain lingers, autumn rain lingers, summer rain is affectionate, winter rain is lonely, I have the impulse and desire to get wet, but I have no body to bear the cold. I like the oil-paper umbrella in the south very much, and I also like Dai Wangshu's poems.
Hold an oil-paper umbrella and walk in the bamboo forest with you. The winding path leads to a secluded place, the bamboo forest listens to the rain, meaning to be in the rain, and the feelings are in my heart.
Prose: Love in the Rain 7 This afternoon, the flowers bloom quietly, the wind is soft and cool, the rain is shallow, the rain in the wind, the flowers in the rain, me in the flowers, and you in my heart draw a warm and romantic picture. In this way, I am obsessed with wandering in the continuous wind and rain, with wind, with rain, with coolness, and with people thousands of miles away.
Listen to your song "Heart Rain" gently, and let the raindrops drip with thoughts. With some emotion and poetic coolness, I listen to songs and enjoy the rain, listen to the feelings in songs and the scenery in the rain, and let the wind and rain quietly wash my heart and water my feelings. The continuous heart rain whispers in my ear, softening my heart and dissolving my sadness.
I dance with a wisp of breeze, bring a drop of drizzle into rhyme, and let my heart wander between the oblique wind and drizzle. I looked up at the clouds in the Central Plains, silently listening to the whispers I knew in the rain. A gentle understanding made me fall into the swamp of knowing each other and cherishing each other, and a gentle understanding made me attached to the drizzle.
What kind of woman am I? I am lucky to meet you in the world of mortals in this life. In this rainy afternoon, listening to the drizzle, looking at the ocean missing on the paper, my mood is unclear, and my mood follows the wind and rain all the way south and lands with you in the Central Plains. The acquaintance with you is like this gentle drizzle and lingering attachment. In this foggy and rainy afternoon, I outlined your outline and became clearer and more intimate ... Silent rain, refreshing weather, misty thoughts and doomsday you made my heart a little drunk.
Rain, lingering down, makes me sleepy. A person, quietly listening, the melody beating in the rain, soft and warm, gently feeling you in this rain, you are like this gentle rain, slowly moistening my heart. The breeze kisses the lingering rain, let me savor you in the wind and rain, and I will miss you quietly every rainy day in the future.
I like the world in the rain, the thoughts in the rain, the thoughts in the rain, the warmth in the rain and the romance in the rain. Watching the wind kiss the rain and the rain gently kiss the flowers makes my thoughts stronger and stronger. The rain wet my heart and mind. It's still raining, and my mood is stretched with you in the distance. ...
I like the rain, I like listening quietly, I like thinking of you gently in the rain, I like the poetic romance in the rain, I like the eternity of missing in the rain, I like the gentle mood in the rain, I like the faint relief, drizzle and breeze in the rain, I like the silence brought by the rain, I like the missing brought by the rain, and the rain with deep artistic conception makes me feel excited.
Essay: Thinking in the Rain 8 I like rain since I was a child. When it rained when I was a child, my mother was always in a bad mood and said testily, "It's raining again, and I can't do anything." But I didn't. I would definitely clap my hands and shout, "Ow, Ow, it's raining again." As long as my mother can't see it, I will immediately rush into the rain, hold my face up and accept the kiss of raindrops to my heart's content. The rain in my mouth is like dew and tastes sweet. Especially running in the rain, let the rain flow down from head to toe, as if there is nothing else in this world, only a happy "soaked" mother always says this about me.
Whether it's light rain, heavy rain, pouring rain or sudden rainstorm, I seem to only like rain. When I was a child, I only thought it was fun to rain. When I grew up, I realized that rain is a gift given by nature and the source of bathing everything.
When I was in college, I liked to walk around the campus in the light rain. Flowers are fresher than before, trees are greener than before, even grass is greener than before, and the air is fragrant, as if the whole campus belongs to me. The pressure of studying in the past has been driven away, leaving only relaxation and comfort.
At work, once I encounter pressure and frustration, I will walk alone in the heavy rain, as if everything is blocked by the rain curtain, and then let you concentrate on thinking and summing up, and face the distance through the rain curtain.
I also like thinking of rainy nights, standing by the window. The dim light shines on the rain on the glass, with a halo and a dream, taking you into another just visiting, meeting friends, missing relatives and daydreaming lovers. After a long time, the hot air you breathe makes you see the fog outside, but it goes far away in your heart.
I'm not afraid to experience the storms in my life. In the storm, you can not only stand the test, experience courage and strengthen your bones and muscles, but more importantly, the storm will erase the original ease, wealth and decay in your life, so that you can face it firmly and you must face a new beginning!
Because I like rain, no matter in the south or in the north, I seldom think of taking an umbrella when I go out. Generally, I walk in the rain, let the rain drop on my head and face and then turn into a stream, criss-crossing all over my body, and then let my hair and clothes stick to my body, like a rough sculpture that has just been washed away by water, walking in the rain.
I am also looking forward to having a man who holds a red umbrella for himself in this life. You lean on his arm, and he holds an umbrella for you in one hand and your waist in the other, enjoying the blooming pear blossoms in the drizzle in spring, stepping on the green grass, wetting his trouser legs, muddy shoes and talking nonsense. No matter what you say, he likes to listen, he will smile in the rain, and his umbrella will be constantly adjusted to protect you from the wind and rain because of your complacency. Unfortunately, it never happened once in my life!
I do remember that one day in Guangzhou, the company came to a big customer, but I was isolated from the outside by a sudden storm. It rained heavily that day, and the thunder rolled into a fireball with a click. The rain on the road is like a waterfall in Huangguoshu, Guizhou. I'm concerned about the company, and I'm not afraid at all, because reputation is too important for an enterprise, and I have to go back, otherwise a big order will be gone.
I saw a bunch of motorcycle drivers sheltering from the rain at the intersection. I shouted with them, "Who can take me to the industrial zone?" Some of these Cantonese people use Mandarin, while others say in Cantonese, "Nobody is going. Such a big thunder is waiting to be chopped! " "It turned out that this section of the road was only two or three yuan, and only five yuan was left. I was angry and shouted, "All the men are dead, and even I am not afraid of an old lady? "What are you afraid of? Don't you have any real old people? I will pay ten dollars. " The sound of rain drowned out all the voices, and I repeated loudly. At this time, a Cantonese man stood out pushing a motorcycle. "Stop yelling and I'll take you there." The people next to you applauded, and some people shouted, "Ten dollars to kill you?" Most people cast an approving look, and some people shouted, "Be careful of the thunder in the middle of the road."
On the whole road, except for the howling of the storm and the thunder of thunder, even a car could not be seen. We are like two warriors rushing forward in the storm. The man shouted "Hold me tight, or I will be blown away by the wind" in Cantonese. Although the voice is hoarse, I can feel a kind of warmth. /kloc-A 0/0 minute walk is like walking in a hail of bullets. The rain is so heavy that I can't open my eyes, and the wind is so strong that a person almost uses all his strength to hold the steering wheel. Two raincoats were torn into two flags by the wind and fluttered in the middle of the road. The water depth on the road is at least half a foot. The motorcycle runs on the water like a speedboat, forming a fan-shaped water curtain on both sides, like lifting a motorcycle. There is a waterfall with lightning and thunder above, and a motorcycle supported by a water curtain below. It is really spectacular in the rain.
I don't know if anyone saw it, but they might think it was acrobatics or a challenge to the Guinness Book of Records. But who can understand whether it is for ten dollars or for a single business? That moment is very simple for us, that is, to accomplish one thing, which is beyond any value.
When I arrived at the company, I was soaked to the skin. It was still raining when I entered the office. The customer shook my hand and said, "You are really a good man, Mr. Mud. Otherwise, how could I let this thunder go? " Only kind-hearted people dare to walk in such a thunderstorm. I'll tell you that the deal is done. The rain has stopped. I'll treat you to a big meal. "
From that day on, there was always a person waiting in the motorcycle team in front of the company. As soon as I appear, he will come up and say, "Take my car." Others watched from a distance. After a long time, I gradually feel strange. Why didn't someone else pick me up? One day I asked him, "Master, why don't they come to talk about business?" Why are you always alone? " He smiled and said, "They are embarrassed." I asked, "Why?" He said, "So you really don't know me? I braved the thunderstorm to send you back that day. " I was shocked. Is it really him? A real old man from Guangdong!
So I laughed, too. "Turns out to be a real big shot! You were wearing a raincoat and a hat that day. I don't remember. Thank you, big brother. In our Northeast dialect, you are so manly.
From that day on, he became my "full-time" and "motorcycle" driver, and I took his car back to my residence for a long time. One day, he disappeared in the rain, and somehow, he never appeared again. He is an angular Cantonese with a proud face, a high nose, deep black eyes, thick lips and a row of teeth. He is not very tall, but he is strong, about forty years old. I always looked for him among motorcyclists until I left Guangzhou. I think of him every rainy day. This Cantonese man will stay in my heart forever.
Now, I stay at home with the prince every day, rarely take a romantic walk in the rain, but often experience the baptism of tears. Seven years later, this feeling in tears and rain may be more profound than walking slowly in the rain of nature. No matter how bright your face is, no one knows how tight your teeth are; You walk with the wind, and no one knows how many bruises there are on your knees; You laugh mercilessly, no one knows that you can only cry silently; Hard days don't stop you from crying, but you can still run with tears in your eyes. Every powerful person has rainy nights without help, support, sunshine and care. You can't live without rain, let alone tears. Finally, when the sun comes out, your face is strong.
So, rain can remind me a lot. Only those who are immersed in the rain can feel the mind, atmosphere, chic and heroic of the rain!