In the soft light,
Do you still keep that simplicity?
In the noisy classroom,
Do you want to go home?
A long breeze,
Passing you by,
Did you hear my heart?
A pen for scribbling between papers,
Are you writing your thoughts?
In the bright moonlight,
Have you seen my figure?
In the rustling rain,
Remember my shirt?
Wind chimes,
Do you remember my story?
In this world,
Do you still remember me
Random thoughts on rain, Wang Guozhen.
Sometimes, it is raining outside, but the sun is shining in my heart; Sometimes, it is sunny outside, but it is raining. There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison. There is sunshine in the heart, and sunshine is also rain; When it rains, the rain is sunny. However, no matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains. Rain has a magic power: it can diffuse into a mood, penetrate into an atmosphere and engrave a memory. Of course, sometimes it can be a disaster.
Sandstorms in spring, boredom in summer and dryness in autumn all make people pray for rain. A rain can also make the air fresher and the streets brighter. "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", and it is not just farmers who are eager for rain. When it rains, there is neither the sun nor the moon, but people don't think much. Maybe it's because the rainy season is not cold, so it's good to let the sun cool for a while. Rainy nights have a charm that moonlit nights don't have. Sometimes I can't help but think of Li Shangyin's famous sentence "When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, we talk about the rain at night". Walking in the light rain is more pleasant. Listening to the rustling sound when the rain gently beats the broad leaves of Populus davidiana or Platanus acerifolia, the beauty that moistens the bottom of my heart is incomparable even to the elegant melody of "autumn whisper" flowing under Richard Clayderman's piano. Nature's uncanny workmanship is really unparalleled. A couple walking in an alley, the scene is very ordinary. But on rainy days, holding a light blue umbrella in your hand and wearing a beige trench coat, the effect is completely different. At first glance, Youth in the Rain is an enduring picture. In the north, there are not many rainy days 365 days a year. So if there is poetic rain or poetic rain every day, I feel curious.