1. As the autumn sets, the night rain knocks on the window, and the sound of pattering rain can be heard endlessly, beating the reveries of the long night. You are asking me when I will come back, but I can't answer you. Filling you with anxiety. At this time, the small pond full of duckweed in the courtyard must have been filled with the light rain that fell at night. What emerges in the amber candlelight is your clear smiling face; the red candle weeps, guarding the west window alone, and cuts it gently again and again, but what remains is the longing for you. When can I stop seeing you, stop seeing your sadness, and reunite with you, cutting the wick in front of the west window, and talk with you about the scenery of Bashan in autumn and the rain in Bashan on that autumn night.
2. The rain is gurgling outside the window. The night wind blew the rain-wet soul into the small study, giving this lonely room an urge to cry. I stood in front of the window, letting the sound of rain roar over the mountains and plains hit my heart. Then with the faint candlelight, I vaguely saw the small pond not far away from the window, which was already full. The rain pours into this crowded small space without any slack. The rapid chorus of rain and eaves, the sentimental a cappella singing of trees, and the deep rumble of the earth make the entire soul of Bashan feel melancholy and lonely.
I wiped away a small piece of water on my desk, but my eyes were caught by a detailed text on the case. That's the letter you wrote to me. I picked it up carefully, but quickly put it down. Your smile, your tears, your longing, and your worries are reflected in every word. This is what I miss the most and what I can’t bear to see the most. You asked me when I was going home, and here’s how I responded. One month, half a year, one year, several years... my fate is not up to me. Should I give you a comfort and let you wait alone in the endless days with empty promises, or should I tell you things and let the cold years ruthlessly destroy your appearance and soft heart? Or say nothing. I don't know, I really don't know.
Picking up the rusty scissors, I gently cut off a large ball of candle flowers. Touching the soft candle tears, I felt like I was back home again, spending warm nights. You sit on the bedside holding your baby daughter, and I sit next to you and touch your daughter's little head from time to time. She calls you "Mom" and calls me "Dad" in a sweet voice. The candle flickers to the ground. You put down the child, pick up the scissors, and lightly cut off a ball of candle flowers. Under the light of the fire, your face reflects the warmth. The beauty of this house is shabby. I tell you that as the head of the family, I cannot bring you a better life. However, you smile gently and say that you are very happy because you have me and you. My daughter is always with me and I don’t care about anything else. I said that there is intrigue in the government and many people are ostracizing me, which makes me very unhappy. Later, I had to go to a distant place to find a job, and I didn’t know when the family would be reunited. I was afraid that you would be worried. But you did not complain, but encouraged me and told me not to worry about my family. You would always wait for me...
< p> Now, on a cold and rainy night, I am the only one cutting candles. Maybe you are standing in front of the window on the same rainy night, waiting silently for your letter. , I have no words to reply, so I can only write these few lines of thoughts:When you ask about your return date, it rains in Bashan and the autumn pond rises. Why should I cut the candles from the west window and say nothing about Bashan? When it rains at night.
Wife, wait for me to come back.
Maybe I will figure out how to reply to you tomorrow.
The first article is about 200 words long. The second article is about 500 words.