(Rain said: April has been waiting on the earth for a long time ...)
The long-awaited Putian and Ranch.
Long-awaited fish ponds and streams
When Pu Tian froze for a winter, the seeds were imprisoned.
The pasture withered and lost the trace of cattle and sheep.
When the fish pond is cold and shallow, the swimming fish will run aground
The stream is getting hoarse and the songs are out of tune.
Rain said, I'm coming. I'm going to visit the earth in April.
I came, I walked lightly, and I whispered.
My love weaves heaven and earth together like silk thread.
I call every child's nickname sweet and accurate.
Here I am, thunder and lightning, and the wind is not crowded.
You may know when I come.
Don't open the oil umbrella and refuse me.
Don't close the doors and windows, put down the curtains.
Don't be busy wearing hemp fiber, put on your hat quickly.
Rain said: I came to the earth to be close to you.
I am a guest in April, bringing the baptism of spring.
Why don't you lift your face and let me kiss you?
Why don't you follow me and step on the beat of my steps?
Follow me to the land of Pu Tian, and it will be as moist as ointment.
When you go to the pasture, you should shoot the new seedlings of honeysuckle.
Say hello to the fish around the pond.
Listen to the stream and practice new laundry songs.
Rain said: I am coming, and I am far away.
There are towering peaks and white clouds all over the sky.
I used to be a child, and I loved to play as much as you.
However, I am lucky.
I grew up smiling in the white clouds.
The first thing, I want to teach you to laugh bravely.
Didn't you see that wicker bent over when he saw me laughing?
The stone lion laughed and cried when he saw me.
When the swallow saw me, he smiled and cocked his wings.
The second thing, I will teach you to laugh bravely.
The flag rattled when it saw me.
As long as the national flag smiles, the sound of spring will be heard.
As long as you laugh, there is hope for the earth.
Rain said: I'm coming, and I won't go back when I come.
When you laugh, I will rest happily.
One day, you were eating an apple and wiping your mouth.
Remember, the sweetness in your mouth is my blessing.
Feeling in the rain
It has been raining since last night. It should have been very affectionate. I can think of rain stains, flowers falling, red scattered fragrance disappearing, somewhat sad, but also somewhat sad.
There are countless people who know that they love rain, and the articles about rain are even more eloquent, but I am also a rain lover and have different feelings about rain, so I wrote them.
Rain, in the eyes of different people, has different scenery; Just like the scenery in front of us, a thousand people have a thousand kinds of scenery. Some people like rain, some people hate it, some people sigh, some people are crazy, and they feel different.
Su Dongpo's study is called "Xiyuzhai", which shows that he is a rain lover. But Zhou Zuoren, a modern celebrity, named his study "Bitter Rain". Although I can't judge whether I like the rain or not, I can see that Mr. Zhou is somewhat helpless about the rain. I also know that my friend, who has been away from the annual rings for many days, once called her boudoir "Listening to the Rain", thinking that she is also a person who loves the rain and has different feelings for it.
Rain, like flowers and trees, whether it can become a landscape depends on people's mood. It is a kind of beauty to meet the rain after a long drought, no matter who looks at it; Who doesn't get upset when it rains and the levee is flooded?
However, rain is rain. It won't come because you like it, nor will it go because you hate it. What's more, you can't see the splendor of the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. Without rainy clouds, there would be no sunny sunshine.
It's rainy in the south of the Yangtze River. I was born in the rainy south of the Yangtze River, so I have to say that I am familiar with rain. Supposedly, it should have been blind and indifferent. But I have a surprise and freshness for the rain. Every rainy day, I always love to wander in the rain, so that the sweet and pure rain is sprinkled on my body and soaked in my skin; The drizzle takes away the dust and haze in my heart and makes my mood clean and bright. Rain is a gift from heaven, and it is a sweet spring that benefits the world. It makes everything lush and full of vitality. What would the world be like without rain? There are deserts everywhere, sandstorms everywhere, and sandstorms are flying all over the sky; If there are no birds, no animals, not even a trace of green, and life disappears here, how horrible and terrible it would be.
The rain in the four seasons is also different due to different seasons and seasonal changes. Spring rain is the most beautiful and exquisite, like a shy and charming singing of a girl; Spring rain is also the favorite of literati. Famous sentences such as "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes", "Silent drizzle in the sky" and "Spring Rain with apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River" are all praises to the spring rain. The dripping girl in the rain lane is probably from the spring rain. The most enthusiastic is the summer rain, like the sweat of a strong man, with a hearty pleasure; Very fierce, walking fast, crisp and dry, never slow. It not only waters the fields and moistens the seedlings, but also brings coolness to people in hot summer. People are well aware of its advantages and disadvantages. The autumn rain with a hint of coolness has another taste in my heart. It is desolate and bleak, and it is very appropriate to say that it is the sigh of the dissatisfied wife whose youth is gone and no longer there. "If you want rain, it will rain on the river, and it will be clear in autumn. It's getting cold, the wind is getting stronger, the river is closed in the cold, the afterglow is architecture and things are beautiful. Only the Yangtze River water, speechless east flow. "
In the autumn rain, Liu Yong's mood is so desolate and helpless. Li Yian also described her loneliness, sadness and sadness in Autumn Love. "Indus raining, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! " . In fact, people's joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, sadness and rain have nothing to do with it? There seems to be little rain in winter, and even fewer people like it. But I think it's like a few clear tears shed by a strong man whose wrist is broken and never returns. It is cold, resolute, tragic and heroic. People can't help but give birth to some respect.
The glitz and noise of the world need us to treat it with a normal heart, and so does the rain. Only by getting rid of impetuousness and being more calm can we appreciate its interest and poetry and feel its exquisiteness and beauty.
When I wrote these words, it was still raining, and I couldn't help feeling a little hurt and spring again. Unconsciously, spring deepened and summer came silently. Isn't that how youth grows old and dreams fade away quietly? ...
Listen to the luxury of the rain.
It rained recently at night, and the rain dripped from one floor to the next along the iron sheet on the security net. With the sound of rain, the sound is intermittent, light and heavy, and a kind of quiet, harmonious and distant wonderful emotion is born in the haze.
Just like "Gu Yue is hard to see, boasting the moon once shone on the ancients", the rain in ancient times is naturally not much different from today's rain. The sound of raindrops beating leaves, nourishing flowers and plants, knocking on the river beach and sifting off the water surface is no different from that of ancient times. The only difference is that people's feelings about the sound of rain will vary with time and environment. For example, it is also a spring rain. Du Fu, a poet who cares about the country and the people, happily sang loudly: "Good rain knows the season. When spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind. Moisturize things silently. " However, Li Jianxun's feelings about the spring rain in the late Tang Dynasty are much more complicated: "Spring rain hinders travel, only the poets themselves feel. ..... I was a guest in previous years, so I stayed at the mountain pavilion to block the line. " The spring rain triggered the poet's deep nostalgia and chewing for the past years. Jie Jiang, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, wrote the poem "Young Beauty Listening to the Rain". From feeling to lamenting the rain, it also conveyed the sadness of life to this day, which is really painful.
I have never experienced the tragic days of broken mountains and rivers and broken homes. Naturally, there is no such thing as what the ancients said: "Qiu Lai stays in the rain mercilessly and grows old together." My feelings about the sound of rain are so mixed and painful, but when material life is scarce and rich, my feelings are quite different.
Looking back on living in the country when I was a child, the most annoying thing was rainy days. Thunder, lightning, lightning, wind, torrential rain, I was scared. Therefore, every thunderstorm night, I often curl up in bed, feel the nerves of nature with my childish mind, and fall asleep with fear and confusion. I don't like it very much, even if it is drizzling. Because my home is far from school. At that time, the family was poor and there was no umbrella. There is only a big bamboo hat with a big pot cover, which is acceptable for sun protection and rain protection. It is inevitable that clothes and trousers will get wet. In winter and spring, it's even worse for me to step barefoot on the cold ground in rainy days without wearing rain boots! So at that time, I heard the falling rain in the middle of the night. It is by no means a lyric poem for me, but it brings me a kind of wet discomfort and a layer of bitter helplessness.
When I grew up, I read a lot of books. Especially after taking part in the work, my life is getting better and better, and I gradually like the rain, not only the breeze and drizzle, but also the storm. Because at this time, in my opinion, there is only rain, no wind, no lightning, and no power to shock the soul. Needless to say, in the history of China literature, if there were only storms and no thunder and lightning, I'm afraid Qu Yuan would not have written his magnificent masterpiece Nine Questions. It is the lightning storm of nature, which touched the heart of the great poet with resentment, anger, anxiety, pain, depression, hesitation, firmness and fearlessness ... making this masterpiece spread through the ages. From this, I also realized the true meaning that many great writers such as Shakespeare, Ba Jin and Cao Yu like to write about thunder, electricity, wind and rain.
After living in downtown for many years, I seldom see lightning and thunder storms in mountain villages. In addition to typhoon landing, heavy rain and heavy rain that the wind uproots trees are also rare. The cement roof also makes the rain at night lose its charm of "buzzing and whispering-and then intertwined, like pearls pouring on a plate of jade", so whenever it rains, I often feel a kind of regret. But I still like rain, whether it's "a fly whispering when it touches the paper" or "it's hoarse when the mountain falls and spring comes", it's rare and natural. I'd rather listen to the sound of rain in peace. It is a kind of rest, an adjustment, a practice and a kind of enjoyment for urbanites who are seriously polluted today and are shrouded in TV karaoke songs and the noise of cars and motorcycles all day. The sound of rain is a whisper between nature and you. It gently rubs your heart, eliminates your depression, worry, fatigue and indifference caused by being busy with fame and fortune, awakens your affection with nature, finds your lost normal heart, brings you a peaceful mind, makes you more youthful, charming, peaceful and happy, and then moves towards the perfection of life. Therefore, whenever it doesn't rain for a long time, I especially look forward to it. At this time, whether it is day or night, hearing the whistling wind is like listening to the prelude to the curtain; Hearing the falling rain sounds like enjoying an overly natural hymn; At this time, lightning is like a flickering stage light, and the rumble of thunder is naturally high and violent. ...