I love rain, I love to touch the rain in all seasons. The leisurely rain in the south of the Yangtze River is a lively rain! They accompany nature as they travel through the four seasons, singing their own songs. Whenever I touch the rain, the figures of the rain always become fluttering before my eyes, thus opening the floodgates of my memory again and again.
I loved rain when I was a child. I like to step in the rain in the yard when it rains. I learn how little ducks play in the rain with my friends. I often step on the flowing ponds with my feet. Laughing together with the water splashing like broken beads, even if the clothes are wet, it is still a joy. In addition to playing with water in the rain, we would also move old bricks from behind the house and put a brick every half meter or so in the water in the yard to form a winding brick road. We called it a "water bridge" and walked on it. There is no wet shoes on the "water bridge" to show off. Later, when I was in school, whenever it rained, I always liked to open the door and lie quietly on the bamboo chair to listen to the rain. Especially when the raindrops fell on the black tiles on the roof, they would jump with a tinkling sound, just like... The rain god is beating a small drum on the top of his head, and his voice is sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes sharp, sometimes melodious, very poetic and picturesque.
When it rains heavily, the water line at the eaves no longer falls vertically. Instead, it sprays a jet of water from time to time during the surge, making a gurgling sound, which is very pleasant to hear. Over time, the water flowing on the ground will form a stream of water, flowing from high to low like a small stream, and turn into a hazy rain curtain in the distance. As you look at it, you will slowly be intoxicated, feeling as if your body and mind have turned into a raindrop flying in the air, and you have become a good friend with Yu'er. As it rained for a long time, the water on the ground in the yard slowly began to overflow, flowing out in waves under the breeze. Sometimes, there would be a ding-dong-dong sound on the turbid water. Some of the splashes are like crystal nails, and some are like bubbles. They will flow to the waterway at the entrance of the village with the current. At this time, I will naturally recite the farmer's proverb that my mother once taught: "When the rain falls, I sing. When the rain falls, it will be a nail, and the rain will not stop; when the rain falls, it will be a bubble, and the weather will be fine tomorrow." Farmer's jingle is really interesting. It is the accumulated experience of villagers over time, and it is as accurate as today's weather forecast.
It is interesting to watch the rain at the door. When the pattering rain slowly gathers in the yard in front of the house, many small puddles will form. When the water cannot hold it, it will flow, and many Earthworms emerged from the soil in the local area. They crawled together, twisted their bodies to climb up the high mounds of soil, and then burrowed into the soil; some smart little ants hid on the leaves of the trees that fell on the water. It's like sitting on a small boat, spinning around in the small pond from time to time, which is full of fun.
I like to hold a small umbrella in the rain and go to the bamboo garden behind the house to see how the birds live in the rain. The raindrops fell on the bamboo leaves, making bursts of "swishing" sounds. The bright raindrops rolled on the green leaves, and suddenly they fell to the ground, followed by a "swish, swish" and "swish" sound. The sound of "rustling". Most of the residents in the bamboo forest are resident birds, such as Pulsatillas and Orioles. They build their nests where the bamboo branches intersect. In the rain, the birds living in the nests will stick out their heads at any time and open their mouths to receive the raindrops they want. . Maybe they are too hungry and make a cry of thirst. At this time, the old bird will fly out of the nest, screaming a few times, regardless of the rain splashing on its wings, and looking for food that the children like. They go back and forth, performing scenes of parent-child love. . Watching the rain in the bamboo forest is so unique. That scene is still deeply engraved in my mind, infiltrated into my heart, and integrated into my soul. I have never forgotten it after so many years. The rain in the four seasons in my hometown has a closeness and tenderness to nature hidden in the bones. As long as you have an appreciative eye, you will see the persistence and persistence they bring around you, as well as the fascinating charm.
The spring rains in the south of the Yangtze River are thin. They fall from the acacia of the slight east wind, like curls of smoke, slowly rising on the banks of the weeping willows, and then on the grassy river beaches. They cuddle up against each other, full of poetry and painting. The spring rains in the south of the Yangtze River are harmonious. They are not as playful as the summer showers; they are not as unrestrained as the autumn rains; they are not as cold and dignified as the winter rains. "Spring rain is as precious as oil, and a thousand pieces of gold cannot buy it." The spring rain in March is like the milk of a new daughter-in-law, thin and dense, crawling over the mountains and across the rivers with the gentle spring breeze. They roam around, quietly delivering bits of moisture to the newly awakened earth. So the trees, flowers, grass, and crops all began to show their greenness, and they stretched one after another and began to grow taller... The spring rain in March is passionate, they entwine the crops and trees, and they quietly move wherever they go. The earth unselfishly nourishes all things with love, prompts new shoots to bloom, and prompts flowers to be sown by farmers at the entrance to the village. The spring rain in March wetted the foreheads of farmers and illuminated the poles used by farmers to carry spring seeds and fertilizers...
In the places touched by the spring rain, even the stones Courage has also been injected into the grass in the cracks. They have sprouted a green head, the willow trees have burst into new buds, the winter jasmine has revealed its yellow buds; Azalea, like a shy girl showing a delicate face...
In the spring rain, I also like to wear a pair of rain boots and go for a walk in the countryside.
There are shallow and green wheat fields on the roadside, and there are metasequoias that decorate the countryside; there is a small river on the roadside, and the lotus pond in the countryside is already full of life, with bright yellow lotus buds rising out of the water; and the buds and leaves of river water chestnuts are also in the water. The dangling figure is about to emerge from the water with the red stems. Walking in the drizzle, you can get rid of the confusion in your heart and feel relaxed and contented... On the road in the rain, there are pedestrians holding colorful flower umbrellas and wearing colorful raincoats. From a close look, they look like flowers blooming, and from a distance they look like flowers. A colorful dragon bathed in the rain. Walk on the country road, sing the song "Walking on the Country Road", enjoy the rainy scenery at the entrance of the village and the river beach, let the footsteps of dreaming wake up the fragrance of spring, embrace the gentle spring rain, and feel the charming breath of spring, You will also feel refreshed in the rain.
At night, the spring rain fell silently into the dream, still full of beauty. Perhaps because of the quietness, the sound of spring rain seems louder in the night. The sound is often like the low hum of a stream, and like the rustling of fine sand falling on the ground. Open the window, press the button of the three-cell flashlight, and let the electric light sweep away the dark sea of ??rain. The flashlight will outline a round and translucent aperture, twinkling, and you can see clear raindrops flowing in an orderly manner. There will also be a slight flute sound coming from the side, like the sound of a shepherd boy returning home at night. Listening to the rain on such a poetic spring night is naturally the most beautiful enjoyment.
Summer rain is affected by the changeable weather in summer. Suddenly, the weather that was still scorching just now was covered by a burst of dark clouds, and in an instant it was like a black pot covering the head. A strong gust of wind, followed by a downpour. Summer rains are inherently impatient, and they come and go quickly. When a rainbow hangs across the sky, the cicadas on the trees start chirping, the heat suddenly drops, the weather clears up immediately after the rain, the air begins to become fresh, the trees and crops are green and refreshing, as if countless eyes are peering into the world , that refreshing sobriety will soon penetrate people's hearts. Sometimes, when the sun is shining, a sudden rain will fall from the sky, often catching people working in the fields by surprise. They have to wait until they find a raincoat from the field, or pick a lotus leaf from the waterside to cover their head, or find a corner to hide from the rain. At that place, the sky had already cleared up in a while, and white clouds were floating in the blue sky. This is what the village elders call sun rain. When it falls, it is only separated by a few field ridges, or just an old cow's back.
Summer rain has the characteristics of all rains throughout the year. It likes to be free. It can rain wherever you want, as hard as you want, and when you want. When they are gentle, they are like spring rain falling leisurely; when they are warm, they are like the lingering autumn rain; when they are solemn, they are like winter rain that likes to change its tricks. With the sound of "crackling"... The summer showers are falling like this. People who have no time to take shelter from the rain either protect their heads with their hands or cover their heads with clothes. If they are not careful, their hair and clothes will get wet... If In rural towns, you will see shops on the side streets and under the eaves, full of men and women taking shelter from the rain. They wipe the rain from their faces and bodies, arrange their messy wet hair, and talk non-stop. Looking at the summer rain, some praised it for falling in time, some scolded the damn weather for being fickle, and some kept comforting their partners not to be afraid of the lightning in the sky... When the rain subsided, the men and women standing under the eaves People rushed to the street one after another, and the street was noisy again. After the rain, the streets were washed clean, and there was a moist smell in the air, which could give people a fresh and cool feeling. Occasionally, there would be raindrops in the wind. Floating on the face, it is like a lover's gentle hand caressing it gently. People breathed the fresh air after the rain with great joy on their faces.
Sometimes the rain in summer is like the "dong-dong" percussion and cello concerto, which seems to be in a hurry when playing; It is the vast sea of ??rain. If you are unfortunate enough to be caught in the rain, you will definitely get wet all over when you run under the eaves. Whenever the eaves tiles of a farmhouse drip with water after more than a quarter of an hour of summer rain, the eaves troughs will be washed clean by the rain. Rural people will use water tanks to collect natural rainwater without pollution. This water can be used for cooking. At that time, we would often stand under the eaves to take a bath, feeling comfortable and unable to help but kiss the rainwater.
When it rains heavily in summer, the site will be full of unusual scenery. The water splashed by the big raindrops is sometimes as big as white peonies. They bloom in the rain. They are competing to bloom; some small raindrops turned into white roses, and the bright clusters of blooms are very beautiful. Xia Yu seems to have determined the goal and insists on taking turns to bloom again. Sometimes, walking by the woods and listening to the sound of rain, it's like a pair of passionate lovers talking to each other, but their feelings are still gone. The summer rain sometimes likes to cover up the shy face of a new daughter-in-law. They fall on the green grass and leaves on the roadside, and wet the fields with the dazzling dewdrops, moistening the green crops.
Summer rain sometimes comes together with strong winds and thunder. Before that, you will see dense dragonflies flying lower and lower above your head. Where did these little creatures come from? Some people say that they evolved from the coquettish body of the dragon, and were specially sent to announce thunderstorms. They were afraid that their wings would be wetted by the heavy rain, so they would join the cicadas on the trees and gradually disappear after a period of excitement. When thunder was heard in the distance , a lightning bolt like a match rope will jump out of the dim sky, and then heavy rain will come. By this time, the swarms of dragonflies had long disappeared.
The rain came from afar, and the old trees by the river were fearlessly torn by the wind and rain. They raised their willow branches like dancing masters twisting their waists on the stage, which made people imagine endlessly.
Summer rain always gives people a hearty pleasure in the sweltering heat. When the water on the roadside in the countryside flows gurglingly, eagerly rushing to the ditches in the farmland, crucian carp and snakehead fish swim upstream in the river. They want to enjoy family happiness in the ditches on the shore, but they want to Wrong, accidentally became a prisoner in our network and became a delicious meal on the villagers' table.
In the dog days, the rain is also called golden rain by the villagers, which can be compared with the spring rain in beauty. The wilted green seedlings, after being helped by the rain, straightened up and became more vigorous, glowing with infinite vitality, giving people a green hope. So I often think this way, we should not complain about the sudden rain in summer, because all living things can only grow stronger after experiencing the baptism of wind and rain, so accepting the challenge of wind and rain gracefully is not just for plants.
Autumn rain is a rich brush in the hands of a painter. It ripples out the richness and lightness of a rich world. Caught in the autumn wind, it is like the beating notes on a piano, sometimes like the sound of nature, making you intoxicated and unwilling to leave. The morning rain in autumn is sometimes very quiet. It scatters misty rain scene after scene, making you unable to hear any sound. Looking back, the ground is often wet. Autumn rain is sometimes very restless. It can fall intermittently throughout the day. This is called continuous autumn rain. The autumn rain is sometimes very charming. It sprinkles on the ripe ears of rice and cotton as white as silver, on the ripe grapes and pears, and on the late-planted sweet watermelons...
< p> The autumn rain falls from the gray sky, injecting new vitality into the dry earth. It ticks, ticks, and softens the mood with its comfortable, fresh, and bright vitality, allowing people to step out of the lonely territory and feel the warmest moment that nature brings us. Standing in the unpredictable autumn rain, listening and smelling quietly, you can feel that the autumn rain is full of the agility and beauty of nature.Autumn rain, like summer rain, can sometimes be very impatient and not so gentle when it strikes. Summer thunderstorms are often tricked by tornadoes, which uproot trees and sweep away crops, leaving the farmland and villages with a lot of damage. Bringing losses; the autumn rain mixed with the ferocious typhoon, followed the character of the thunderstorm, and made the same mistake. The typhoon and the rain wanted to dress themselves up as drummers or musicians, but peeling back the paint to see the truth, it turns out that they are all The pickpocket hiding on the window lattice and the "crackling" sound of rain are not welcomed by people no matter how they perform tricks.
Entering winter, the weather is getting cold, and the cold wind is coming from the northeast along with the winter rain, continuously. Winter rains come and go. There are drifting heavy rains, continuous drizzles, and even misty drizzles with no end in sight.
Winter rain is actually very special. It brings a chill that can penetrate into every raindrop. Holding an umbrella can block the rain and moisture outside the umbrella, leaving it behind, stirring up joyful notes along the way. The raindrops fell on the colorful umbrellas of pedestrians, stirring up crystal cold water splashes. Thousands of water splashes spread out, constantly merging and colliding with each other, forming a hazy mist that lingered over the countryside. . When rain falls on the fields, it can feed the sleeping fields and give birth to new life in the coming spring. In fact, winter rain does not come often. Winter rain can be short-term or long-lasting. It is very cold to hold the winter rain in your hands, sometimes even to the bone.
Winter rain slowly falls to the ground. It can be like spring rain drop by drop, and it can merge into a trickle. But once the rain stops and the wind calms down, the places where the rainwater flows will be frozen by the cold. The ice is like pieces of glass covering the ground. If you step on it with your feet, you will hear a sound like knocking on the window. When winter rain falls on the eaves of farmhouses and flows down, they will be combined by the cold into strips of crystal ice. Each eaves is more than a foot long, and they are hung in a row until the sun reaches noon. The ice edges began to melt and turned into water droplets again, falling to the ground with a rhythmic "tick-tick-tick" sound. When the naughty children in the village see it, they always use bamboo poles to knock off the ice edges as "weapons". When they are held in their hands, they will melt when heated. But the bold and naughty eggs will also make an oath to bite the ice with their teeth. edge. Oh, places where it rains in winter are places where rural children play. Especially on days of sleet and snow, when you look up at the sky, you can see snowflakes flying like butterflies. Everyone is running in the yard to catch the snow, but because of the rain, In the middle of the snow, the snowflakes were soaked by the rain as soon as they hit the ground, and all I saw was water trickling down from the ground... with endless melancholy.
Winter rain will also bring beautiful plum blossoms to bloom. The plum blossoms were soaked by the rain and seemed to have been solidified with wax after being frozen, adding a beauty to the cold winter. Take a closer look at the plum blossoms, which encapsulate a kind of majestic and connotative gorgeous beauty. The rain in winter also has a special ability. It can wrap up the pests that have burrowed into the soil for the winter and freeze them to death. Therefore, although the rain in winter is the sister of the cold, it is gorgeous in its bones. It is the special messenger of winter. .
In the long history, in the impression of the four seasons of the year, rain plays hide and seek games with us almost every month. From spring to winter, they go from morning to night, night to day, sometimes for several days, sometimes only for a few minutes. The changing seasons always bring them into their own landscape.
So I think the rains in the four seasons have their own characteristics. If there is no wind interference, they must be gentle and gentle. The rain of the four seasons inherits the inspiration given by nature, interprets various beautiful dreams, approaches us gracefully, and brings more excitement to the human world...
In counting the journey of life, I have nothing but We are exposed to rain in rural areas, and we embrace rain in towns and cities. Walking in the rain lanes of Zhouzhuang and Tongli, you can see the elves in the drizzle and feel the warmth brought by the rain lanes; walk on the bank of the Huangpu River and the embankment of the Yangtze River Estuary and feel the harmony of the rain in the sound of the waves; Walking on Nanjing Road, China Long Street, I feel the warmth and hospitality of the rain; walking with the rain on the passenger ship in the sea, I feel that the sound of the waves is still there. I like to welcome the rain in all seasons. Feel the warmth of rain...
Ah! The rain in the four seasons is naughty rain. I want to keep it but it is difficult to catch it. They often float through the umbrellas above my head, slide over the tile ridges of the roof, and disappear at the end of the four seasons. Standing on the balcony of a country villa or city, leaning on the railing and watching the rain, every time I look at the rain curtain in the distance, I often realize that the world of rain is full of many mysteries.
I like rain, I like to touch the rain of the four seasons, touch the harmonious and beautiful seasons, and enjoy the unique and beautiful scenery of nature created by the gentle touch of the four seasons of rain!