Compared with "the east wind blows the rain as fine as dust", the rain in summer is much more violent, and his appearance always has some exaggerated and fixed ceremonies. First, it was "dark", the curtain had passed, and then it was "lightning thousands of feet, thundering fiercely, about to collapse". Then the rain basin went up and the eaves fell down, and finally it rained. Like a king, he was crowned in thunder and lightning, then turned arrogance into a terrible shower, threw an axe at the earth, and exerted his power and strength to the extreme. But soon, the cool world after the rain will drive him away and eventually hide in the invisible.
"It's late, a rain washes the dust, and there is no heat." The world after the rain is wonderful. The soil blooms petals, releases fragrance, and expands a three-dimensional sensory space from the sense of smell. Among them, every cell in the whole body seems to have stretched out countless tentacles, greedily absorbing infinite freshness and coolness. In this world of competition due to scarcity, the sense of satisfaction at this moment makes me feel a kind of transcendental peace, just like Su Zizhan said, "Listen to the river wind with your ears and watch the bright moon with your eyes, and the color is empty."
There are still raindrops on the blue tiles on the eaves, arranged neatly together, as if remembering the feeling of rain just now collectively, until one of them is overwhelmed and falls to the ground with that attachment, blending into the puddle, revealing the sadness of parting with the above partners through the reflection in the puddle. In the vacant position above, there is a new nostalgia, and there is some interaction between cohesion and falling.
The wind caressed the expression of the sky, spinning comfortably in her eyes still with tears.
Lightweight swallows are flying back and forth, perhaps collecting raindrops and weaving a transparent necklace for their love, which is unknown. Others fall on the wires in twos and threes, just like the beating black notes on the staff. Flourishing leaves is "a moment of light dust", and the richness adds a bit of agility. Elf-like water drops are attached to every leaf. When the wind stirred them curiously, the water droplets began to dance carefully on the green stage, flowing like fruits, stretching their balance.
After the rain, the wheatgrass is often nothing more than "the begonia is scattered and the warbler is red", what's more, in the summer with few flowers, after the rainstorm, the natural sad style stretches from the end of spring to the midsummer, putting the grief of poets who resigned in previous dynasties into my bald pen. However, in this gray background, a stunning and petite pepper flower stands out. Compared with the famous flower Yan Rui, she is humble, ordinary and even insignificant. However, it is such a "flower", which is free from the colorful vanity fair all the year round, but stands in the "colorful" rain, quietly releasing the inherent ordinary after the rain. How shocking it is that she embodies the double tension between life and beauty. She broke a fragile vase wrapped in vanity and created a legend.
Whitman, an American poet, said: Rain is a poem of the earth. I think the mystery of this poem can only be recalled after the rain.
Sketch 2 describes the rain: after the rain, the petals are scattered all over the floor. The breeze blew, with a fragrance that seemed to be there. Once upon a time, they were rich. It was just a rain that took away their once beauty. Just like love, perhaps because of that casual sentence, two people who were originally in love began to leave each other.
There is no rainbow, and there is no freshness after the usual rain.
In fact, not every rain has a rainbow, and not all sad tears have good memories. Let the tears flow silently, thinking that we can find the way back to reality. There is no wind in the cloudy sky, so the water accumulated for a long time-the tears accumulated for a long time can't be blown away. Without that tacit understanding, there is no way to save it. Looking at the back that left with tears, there are no tears, but I still can't see clearly.
After the rain, the air is filled with heavy moisture, which is what remains after the wind. After the rain, there was no wind, and the hot air began to spread along the thoughts. The dazzling sunshine in summer gradually softens with the rain. So, I began to see things clearly that I had never seen before. Sigh that flowers are easy to wither, but prosperity is hard to stay. After a pause, I finally came back to reality. All romance is just a daydream. I just think of it occasionally, and I can't help sighing. Even if it's not true love, pretend to be warm. Just like in the air after the rain, even if the fragrance disappears, I still feel the emotion. All the neglected details are slowly assembled into neglected substitutes.
The moisture left after the rain is filled with sadness. The scene of falling flowers and leaves always reminds people of separation, depression or death. Those dry or wet eyes are full of sadness. And the rain with thoughts has long since disappeared.
Some people say that the rain splashed those memories because there were still people crying. The trace left by that flower became a permanent parting. He grows again every year, but it is no longer the same outline. After the rain, leave what should be left behind and put down what should be left behind!
Hope to adopt!