Rain, accompanied by the night from the beginning, fell drop by drop, covering the night with a mysterious and beautiful veil. I closed my eyes and listened to the rain quietly, but I felt its beauty strongly. It is sometimes like a group of young children, subdivided and dense; Sometimes like a flock of birds singing, elk jumping; Sometimes, like drums, waves, beautiful forests and the rushing sea; Sometimes ... a muffled thunder flies through this rhythmic symphony, and it travels far and far with a deep and powerful voice ... After the thunder, continue to listen to this symphony. It seems to have changed its mood again, turning into the rustling of rain on the leaves; The tinkling sound of falling into the river, the pattering sound of falling on the roof ...
Insensitive sounds such as "boom" and "rush" formed an unknown March. After a while, the rain turned into a faint tick. Listening to this rhythmic and irregular ticking, a kind of sadness welled up in my heart. Rain moistened my heart and my eyes, and an unknown feeling hung over me. I obviously felt that I was shocked by it. I suddenly associate rain with a person's life course. When he was a child, he was so weak and full of fantasies. Then he grew up and did something vigorous. Later, when he was old, his life and soul quietly left his body with a beep on his heart rhythm machine. He ended his short life peacefully.
Night, rain, sadness ...
Listen to the rain.
Listen to the rain.
Cenxi No.3 Middle School 04 Jialiang Chaofei
Lightning and thunder, flowers and trees, spring, summer, autumn and winter ... these are all treasures given to us by nature. Among these treasures, I like the sound of rain best.
So, I fell in love with listening to the rain. The rainy season all the year round brings me different spiritual experiences.
Chunyu is a quiet and elegant little girl. Du Fu's poem said, "Sneak into the night with the wind, and moisten things silently." Spring rain along the branches
Bud came quietly and people didn't notice. But as long as you calm down and hold a cup of fragrant tea in a quiet night, you can imagine such a picture in your mind: the earth is a good rice paper. When the spring rain gently touches the paper, the green will be scattered all over the ground ... At this time, a song "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" outside the window will ring in your ear: "..."
Yu Xia doesn't have such a good temper. Noisy all the way, jumping around in droves. Fall on ripples, windows, the ground ... knock on anything that can make a sound. That rhythmic voice seems to remind you that a rock party is about to start! Then, the wind roared and the sky was overcast. In order to light up the meeting place, lightning was invited, and suddenly night turned into day. Thousands of musicians played music when the baton in the conductor's hand moved. That momentum devours the bullfight and shakes your heart, and your heart can't help but turn up thousands of miles of waves, which makes people completely insomnia.
Autumn has always been called golden autumn. Then let's call it autumn rain and golden rain! In the golden rain, everything fell into the trough of the year. The continuous golden rain brought a little chill, but it also brought good news of harvest to farmers' uncles. Sometimes looking at the rain outside the window, I can't help but draw my own blueprint for life. My mind is like a broken kite. ...
Winter is cold in people's hearts, but winter rain is gentle and sincere. It falls slowly, taking off "white clothes" for trees, cleaning streets and injecting vitality into rivers. This is a symbol of the arrival of spring.
Listen to the rain and listen attentively, and you will be able to interpret the four seasons and realize the true meaning of life!