Drunk in the bamboo grove pavilion, listening to the rain
In the summer evening, a breeze blew in the bamboo forest of Cangsheng Park. A little drunk, I came to the pavilion of a large bamboo forest in Nuoda with the wind, leaned back and sat on a bench, letting the wind gently blow through the bamboo forest and the sea, and also brushed my cheek. Looking at this lush bamboo forest, I let my thoughts wander freely. I broke into this bamboo forest and merged into this vibrant and vibrant bamboo forest life sea. In summer, full of green, a bamboo forest, is green and charming. If at this time, I am happy with the rain in Mao Mao, drunk in the bamboo forest to watch the rain in Mao Mao and listen to the rain in the bamboo forest, what kind of "clouds caress and flowing water is clear"? I'm thinking that the sky will follow people's wishes, and there will be drizzle in the air. This refreshing drizzle rustles in the sound of yearning for bamboo forests.
At this moment, I am leaning on the chair in the bamboo pavilion, quietly closing my eyes and listening to the rustling of bamboo leaves in the drizzle, just like listening to the lullaby hummed by my mother, which makes my heart quiet and comfortable in the bamboo forest and slowly settle in the rain. The rustling of bamboo leaves sang a song, but the bamboo forest knew that it was afraid that the rustling of bamboo leaves would disturb the cicada hiding from the rain and the sparrow living there. However, in the end, things are like chess, carved indifferently, and the clouds are rolling. In the drizzle in the bamboo forest, I can smell the intoxicating fresh bamboo, green smoke, elegant and distant, like a fairy. Oh, lying drunk in the bamboo pavilion and listening to the rain should be an artistic conception, a yearning, a long-lost tranquility and clarity in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. "Idle flowers fall to the ground, listening to silence. Who does the drizzle wet clothes ask? " A piece of paper has passed through the years, lost ink, amused the years and comforted the time. Suddenly, the light rain came as promised. In an instant, the bamboo forest is silent, the river is silent ... the heart is beating, the rain is noisy, the bamboo forest is rustling, and the rain is buzzing. Dripping, refreshing, fragrant and refreshing. Time is shallow, drizzle is like cotton, the coolness of fingertips overlooks and stares, and the throb of my heart infiltrates my heart.
"Don't listen to the leaves in the forest, why don't you sing slowly. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A misty rain is a lifetime. " I walked out of the pavilion singing Su Shi and Mr. Su Lao's "Dingfeng".
Walking on the stone road with drizzle, I always feel the coolness of the graceful drizzle kissing my hair. Mumiao milk smoke, light flow. Perhaps, at this moment, the quiet bamboo forest, accompanied by light rain, lightens the heat and enriches the elegance.
Along this winding path, Tao Ran strolled in the quiet bamboo forest drizzle in Cangsheng Park. "The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew well." The rain was clever and unreal, and the bamboo was quiet and enchanting. You see, at the moment, the rain is beating gently on the bamboo leaves, and the crystal water drops coincide with the silent rolling and tenderness on the bamboo leaves. The drizzle falls in the bamboo forest and on the branches of bamboo leaves. They alternate from east to west and from left to right, having a good time. Suddenly, the drizzle fell slightly, quietly without a trace, nourishing it. Listening to the poetic rain, smelling cool. The sound of bamboo leaves, the sound of raindrops and the continuous drizzle soaked the cool bamboo leaves, but the bamboo leaves carefully cared for the fragrance of nectar. Depression value is strong, cigarette rain. They are lingering in the rain leaves, and the rain beads are accompanied by the flowing Qingxi, stepping on the fine steps and suddenly looking back. Suddenly, this impetuous heart is in this warm and quiet bamboo forest. In this bamboo forest, listening to the drizzle, I feel wet, my heart becomes clear and clear, my mind is quiet, free and easy, and I have no attachments.
I woke up after walking and drinking, but my thoughts came up. It turns out that the bamboo forest listens to the rain, I am waiting for you, and you are waiting for me. The heart is over there, and love is here. Standing in the forest, the forest is in the rain. The bamboo forest listens to the rain, washes the heart, and the rain hits the bamboo leaves, asking the soul. I dreamed of it countless times, which made my heart beat slowly in this soft and ethereal artistic conception. My thoughts flew slowly with this lingering sound, and then I crossed the heavy fog woven by a curtain of misty rain. Finally, I was glad that I firmly grasped the cool rain bead in my heart. But in a hurry, suddenly there was a breeze in Xu Lai, and the bamboo branches swayed and danced obliquely to clear the shadows, which suddenly shook off the leisure worries here and shattered the pieces of green smoke clouds and this fascinating dream. It turned out that I was listening to the rain in the bamboo forest, and the bamboo forest secretly thanked me in the rain. The bamboo forest listens to the rain, rhymes in the rain and sings in the heart. In this way, the bamboo forest listens to the rain, the rain rhymes and the artistic conception is in the song. The bamboo forest is whistling, the flowers are dying, the wind is talking, and the rain is bothering. I was drunk, I woke up and you fell asleep. ...
Yes, as long as you always stick to a piece of green, a curtain of rain, and a sense of indifference and sharing weal and woe, even if there is a temporary "coolness" in your life, you will always "squint at each other" and never return. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears in the green ocean of the moon. Things have changed in recent years. The dust in the world doesn't know how many thoughts are destined to stay. The bamboo forest listened to the rain, the rain cooled the bamboo, and the bamboo moistened my heart. Summer rain whispers, life is like a dream, and life is a little melancholy. Perhaps, melancholy has been boundless. Some people walk away, and some things fade when they look at them. There is too much nothingness in life and too much anxiety in life. We should be calm and clear-headed, which means Jing Qing. It is best to walk into the long bamboo forest and enjoy a quiet and peaceful life.
In summer, the bamboo forest is filled with faint freshness in the heat. She is dripping with green, overflowing with green, and lightly releasing impetuousness. The gentle wind shook off the heat of the whole body. What about the drizzle? But from time to time it falls on the cool face and ears. Maybe at this time, there will be that noise. who is it? Playing the music of nature and inviting the sky in the rain, I have been tirelessly listening to the tall and straight power of bamboo in this drizzle, and I have never changed in my life? "The rain wets people's hearts and the wind wakes them up." Looking at this lush bamboo forest, what attitude should people take to penetrate this bustling floating world and find a quiet place for their souls to inhabit? What kind of music should I write to penetrate my heart and always recall my inner purity? Oh, I was drunk in the pavilion, listening to the rain in the bamboo forest, rhyming in the rain, and feeling in the song that bamboo has always been in my heart.
Other essays "Listening to the Rain":
Drunk in the bamboo grove pavilion, listening to the rain
Looking at the lingering autumn rain, I sigh the cold autumn rain.
I stood in front of the store for a while, adjusted my clothes, and suddenly remembered that there was a lotus pond by the water in the suburb 15 miles away. I wonder what happened to the lotus pond in this autumn rain. But narcissistic and gorgeous? Or are the leaves falling? Thinking about thinking, my heart moves and my body moves. I put on my coat, picked up my umbrella and disappeared into the drizzle.
Along the way, I still remember watching the lotus pond with my girlfriend in summer. A pool of lotus leaves is strewn at random, and several buds that have not yet bloomed are slim, pink but not enchanting, dignified and delicate. I still remember saying to my best friend:
"I wish I could build a hut here and taste a pot of fragrant tea. How comfortable. " "Want to stay away from life?" Girlfriend smiled.
"Lotus only blooms in summer and withers in autumn. That kind of scenery makes people sad, giving people a kind of sadness of' leaving the residual lotus to listen to the rain'. Will you still want to stay here? "
Just like my best friend said.
When autumn comes and I come here again, my eyes are full of the beauty of the past. Incomplete lotus leaves, withered stems everywhere, some withered, some bent down, and were killed everywhere, which made me feel disappointed.
I lingered on the edge of the lotus pond, sighing, and I didn't know when the rain was getting denser and denser, beating the residual lotus, and I heard the cry of the lotus. Yes, the prosperity of the past is like passing clouds, but now it is dead leaves, leaving only the residual leaves by the pool. Aren't you sad? The cool breeze attacks people, the cold rain hits the residual lotus, ticks, overflows a pool of loneliness, and the raindrops overflow gently. I seem to hear the residual lotus sigh in the rain.
I can't bear to touch the weakness of the lotus, as if I dare not discuss the massiness of life, just like the smile after the lotus blooms. Who can understand the heart of lotus? Lotus from prosperity to decline, from the attention of the world to no one cares, although it is only the reincarnation of everything, it is still not sad.
The pool was full of petty killings, and the rain beat the residual lotus, singing in a rustling way. Suddenly I remembered Li Shangyin's poem: The bamboo dock is clean and the water is clear, and the homesickness is separated from the heavy city. Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain. Send it for no reason, just stay. If you can't say why, your heart will ache faintly. Cold pond withered shadows, cold rain spent the soul. The residual lotus is speechless, and Weedex's autumn rain beats the withered lotus, as if sighing, again and again.
Standing quietly by this lotus pond listening to the rain, is it as quiet as this residual lotus? Is everything on the earth generally the same: after youth, it withers; Lead washing is pure; When the feast is over, it will be quiet; Prosperity is followed by return; Or have nothing to say after deep love.
In life, we can all face the bustling world with a smile and read all the joys in life. Only when the prosperity is exhausted and we are sad, how many people can really "see the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court" and "see the clouds rolling in the sky"?
I'm afraid this is another realm of life. More important is a state of mind, isn't it? Silence, I got the message.
The rain hit the withered lotus, and the thin rain fell on the residual lotus, as if bringing a wet sadness to the lotus. Listening to the melody of the rain, my heart gained a quiet, desolate and sad after precipitation. Some people appreciate flowers, but others sympathize with them. Who said that only the lotus in summer is red? Autumn wind blows, and autumn rain comes one after another, quietly listening to the sound of withered lotus bearing the rain. As the saying goes, the lotus blossoms in the heart, not the sound of the piano is better than the sound of the piano. This obsession, even if it dies, can produce thousands of different customs, so charming that it can arouse the love of the world!
Autumn rain has been falling, falling, dripping, dripping on the remaining lotus leaves, ticking, ticking. Leave the residual lotus to listen to the rain. Autumn rain has been falling, falling, falling, dripping on my umbrella, tick, tick. The fact is, time has passed, and a delicate mind is hard to find. A person's rain umbrella, a person's residual load, thought a lot. It is getting late. It's time to go back.
However, after a few steps, I still couldn't help turning around and leaving alone.
Drunk in the bamboo grove pavilion, listening to the rain
In early summer, a rain lingered under the night, and gradually, the heat wave brought by the day began to gather, and the night was submerged, but the neon showed its shadow in the misty rain. People who calm down don't bother the smoke booths or indulge in Qiao Yun, just lean against the window and listen to the rain quietly.
The misty rain in the early summer night blurs the sight, narrows the distance between distant mountains, and makes people's calls reach your city on the horizon. Looking back, I counted the raindrops alone and hit the bluestone board under the eaves. Broken waves, like my dream, shattered all over the floor. Lonely person, let my footsteps pass through your thoughts, and let my dreams turn green again in the misty rain in this early summer night. Tick-tock, answer, listen to the rain in the early summer night, and you will have a stream, quietly flowing your thoughts. Open the window according to the rhythm that can withstand the heartbeat, close your eyes and feel the raindrops flying over the window lattice and touching your cheeks. They are cool, but they neutralize the severity and low eyebrows on my blushing face. I picked up an old story, listened to the drizzle outside the window and savored it slowly.
I haven't heard the rain so quietly for a long time. Maybe I was caught in the red dust trivia. Maybe the noise drowned out the comfort of the rain? Maybe I haven't had such a lonely luxury for a long time? ..... Neither! It's not that I don't want to hear it If I am afraid, I will take myself into the vortex of missing and never leave the circle of feelings again.
Lilacs are blooming in the alley in the rain. Has the girl who likes cloves come? In this early summer rain, I am looking for the shadow of a man with a broken umbrella. A drop of rain lost her eyes and put on makeup, showing the simplicity of missing people. This rain in early summer sounds like a harmonious melody. In the dead of night, listening to its dreamlike voice in the dream, leaning against an idle window, all thoughts are stranded. Just listen quietly.
In early summer, the drizzle outside the window rustled, wetting clusters of roses, and there were not many scattered in the night. The drizzle rustles in our hearts, and people crush their feelings and throw them in the rain. At night, we can't see the rain flower. Open the window, explore the window and let the rain fall in your palm. Along the vein of palm print, it flows into staggered traces. How many grievances can the depth of the emotional line accommodate? My face clings to the window, and the drizzle in early summer falls on my lips, but it tastes astringent, just like my tears in the still night. I hope this tear will not be abandoned in the drizzle in early summer!
Drunk in the bamboo grove pavilion, listening to the rain
Thunder rumbled outside, raindrops were too stingy to fall, and the air heat flow did not disappear. Standing in front of the building, looking at the dry world, patches of green are falling, without a trace of strength. Desire is an unbearable, impatient expectation with many illusions. A silver light tore the crack in the sky and the rain gradually fell. The earth rolled and moved, and the wet heart was safely put on hold. Smile opens, the whole body stretches, a chill is completely released, and the new world is all in an instant. Rainy days without wind are music that beats in silence, ticking. Everything absorbs the essence and feels full of the water of life. Buds bloom, fruits are oily green, withered flowers are knocked down by moisture and buried in the soil as the last provision. Genealogy and rebirth tell the law of all things, and those who love deeply must love deeply.
A song "In the Rain" floated leisurely, as if seeing Yu He, an umbrella pavilion and weeping willows. Everything was romantic and entered a fantastic world. Have a cup of white tea fairy, the silver house dances, the tea tip stands upright, and a girl dances and gestates for many years. A mouthful of fragrant tea, mellow and elegant, enters the heart and spleen. Rainy world, recovery, renewal, cool summer.
I like rainy days. I can not only see the perfection in the rain, but also integrate myself into it. We are very careful every rainy season. Beauty lies in nip in the bud, and rain brings positive results. Sadness caused by disasters and dereliction of duty can be seen everywhere. Walking on thin ice, be careful and be on the safe side. So I can calm down and appreciate its beauty, appreciation and gratitude. Every time I enter my heart, it seems to be a sublimation of my life situation. Leave aside triviality, watch the rain fall naturally and listen to the sound of the rain.
Some people say, "the most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but the roof with you." Listening to the quiet rain and watching the falling flowers outside the window, I seem to have entered another world to enjoy the beautiful you and me inside. Will you come? Follow me!
Roll up your trouser legs and wade across the river; Under the umbrella, throwing stones and drifting; Touch the moss under the hibiscus tree; Grass house by the river, listening to frogs; In the mountains and rivers, waterfalls fall; Let go of a moment of peace and enjoy a lifetime of memories. ...