Chapter 1: An American essay about rain. The air suddenly turned cold, and it felt like it was cold winter again. The shivering cold was boring. Understand that it is the rainy season.
Although spring is perfect, everything begins to grow and flowers are in full bloom, it is always a little cold. Spring in the impression should be a good time for husband and wife to live in harmony and the sun shines. Because of the annual rainy season, the whole spring is just a little annoying.
Cold and clear, the rain is inextricably linked, and the white silk is constantly cut. White fog permeates the whole world, which is the exquisiteness revealed in the rain. Its aura reverberates between heaven and earth, merging into a white wall. Monotonous and mysterious Looking at the mountains in the distance, locked by fog and entangled by rain, the whole field of vision is endless. The once beautiful castle peak has disappeared in the rain and fog, and its true meaning cannot be seen.
Like that kind of psychedelic color, it can make people have infinite reverie and unrestrained soul gallop wantonly.
I still remember the same rainy day, when the morning sun stood in the rain, quietly waiting for the sunset. Chaoyang, a man who always hates the rainy season, is willing to stand in front of her house with wet determination for the sake of Snow White in his mind. The cold rain slowly wet his face, his hair and his clothes, imperceptibly. My heart is still and I feel numb. So he didn't feel anything, including cold.
Charlotte likes the sunshine in the morning, but her parents object. They refused Chaoyang for no reason. Although I feel deeply, I feel uncomfortable just looking at the morning sun standing in the rain. I once wanted to rush out of the house and get caught in the rain with Chaoyang. Her parents' firmness and ruthlessness frightened her. She had never seen her parents so serious and ruthlessness. Chaoyang is a good man, but why can't they accept it? Both of them are confused.
Chaoyang can't get wet in the rain. When it rains, the morning sun disappears. I still remember what the sunset said to him when they were together.
Chaoyang said. You can't get wet at sunset. If it gets caught in the rain, it will scatter and I will never find it again.
They don't have any promises, and they don't need any vows. Promise no one can give anyone any promise, but it will be a closed door between them. The same oath cannot guarantee how the two sides will live in the future. It is enough to cherish each other and love each other for a lifetime. It is better to say something fancy. No one should increase the burden on anyone, and no one should restrain or put pressure on anyone. How nice.
They don't like rain, and the sky like that will make people feel depressed. But at this time, for the sunset, Chaoyang is willing to stand in the rain and wait for everything with the most sincere heart. He staked his future there. Suddenly, I felt that the rain was cold and even a little soft, just like a veil, which lifted his heart of quiet enjoyment. Like the gauze feathers worn by the sunset glow, when she was spinning and dancing, she lifted the flowing petals and then fell to his side. Happiness spreads all over the body in an instant.
His parents finally compromised and understood him. They said. I give your son to you, I hope you take good care of him. Chaoyang still has no commitment. He said. I won't let him starve and I won't let her suffer.
Sunrise and sunset finally came together with the approval of parents. They were happy, they were happy. It all started in that rainy season.
I can't remember how many rainy seasons. Every day, as usual, the sunrise rises in the east and the sunset sets in the west. When the rainy season comes, the sunrise and sunset are hiding in places where people can't find them, leaving the world to the rainy season. Let it fly all over the sky
It's rainy season again. The lingering rain is like silver on her head, so silvery white, with glittering and translucent water droplets sprinkled on people's dust, is a humid spring.
Chaoyang and sunset strolled in the rain, covered their heads with oil-paper umbrellas in their hands, and the rain danced on the umbrella surface, then splashed around like scattered spray. There is a commotion, from the music of raindrops and umbrellas. They are obsessed with it.
Sunrise and sunset are ancient. How many times in the world, how many times in life. Never too old to love. The morning sun lives to the sunset. Both of them are very satisfied with this, and happiness has never forgotten them.
Because during that time, they all fell in love with the rainy season and no longer hated it. They said. Our feelings are combined in spring and rainy season, so we like this season.
So every rainy season, they will walk in the rain with oil-paper umbrellas, support each other and move forward slowly.
The rainy season will be long and their feelings will be longer. Until the end of my life.
Chapter Two: Beautiful Essays on Rain This rainy season is very long. It has been raining for more than ten days. It has never rained before. Once, my mood and thoughts were all wet, as if everything was wet by the rain. Emotion is like this rainy season, haze comes and goes, tangled in my heart.
The feeling of heartache, like seasonal rain, gently moistens my body, shakes the love of my soul, and like the wind of this season, it sweeps my forehead with moisture and confuses my heart.
I really want to leave the noisy street corner in response to the continuous rain. I want to find a quiet and clear place to release my repressed thoughts and dry my wet thoughts. Then, a night and a dream to find the past love, I wonder if it is still the same.
In the fog of spring rain, love is also confused. I was lost in confusion for a period of time, I couldn't find your trace, and I couldn't fathom your mind. So, like a lost child, I stood in situ and waited quietly. I vaguely heard your whisper in the wind and rain, and my eyes seemed to shake your posture. Confused, my steps are not close to your side.
When you suddenly leave, sadness instantly permeates your body and mind, just like this gloomy rainy day, the tide is so moist. Woven with the soul of love, it is soft and slippery, dancing in the sky with the drizzle. Since I can't have your love, I can at least accompany loneliness.
Love a person is doomed to get hurt. Because love and pain are inseparable emotional combinations, there is a kind of love that is sweet after feeling pain, and only when it is hurt will it be cherished and better cared for.
This rainy season is full of love, and the confusing rain curtain is dazzling. Your world is sunny and colorful, and I can't walk into your years. In the rush to catch up, I am getting more and more tired, and I can't restrain your flying figure, leaving me standing alone where you left, tears and rain beating mercilessly on the ground, ticking and sighing.
Chapter 3: Beautiful Prose in the Rain In order to learn to write ancient poetry in the early years, I bought a thread-bound version of "Poetry Rhyme", which has 6 volumes, the font is very small and the information is very large. Besides looking up the rhyme of poems, it also classifies all kinds of objects, scenery and artistic conception, and collects relevant poems of past dynasties to become a quite complete dictionary of poems. In the past, when a scholar wanted to write a poem in an emergency, he always looked it up and made a stand, so he could quickly concoct several poems. But there is no doubt that the poem written in this way is not worth reading. Only when you don't have the task of writing poems, it will be interesting to look at China's various collections of poems with the same name.
Looking through it, the name "Rain at Night" appeared, and most of the poems there were readable. Since it is night, all colors have faded, and all colorful words have lost their effectiveness; It's raining again, and the space is tight, so no feat or lofty sentiments can be spread, and poetry can't help but move towards simplicity, itself and emotion. Li Shangyin's famous "Notes to Northern Friends on a Rainy Night" is a model.
Just listening to the rain outside the window at night, I will be full of poetry. Speaking of beauty, there is no beauty. The road outside the house is muddy and difficult to walk, the flowers in the yard are scattered all over the floor, and the night travelers are soaked to the skin. But it is in this case that you will feel that the usual secular noise is temporarily submerged, leaving only the tranquility unified by the rain and the loneliness blocked by the rain. Everyone quietly returned to their seats and sat silently surrounded by rain curtains. Everything outside has become imagination, and the imagination in the rain at night is always focused and far away.
The rain at night slowly deprives people of their vitality, so the imagination in the rain at night is particularly sensitive and timid. This timidity is mixed with a certain sense of security and condenses into a warm self-enjoyment and expectation in a small world. Chatting with family around the stove on rainy nights, almost never bickering; Concentrate on studying in the rain at night, and your body and mind will be burned abnormally; Miss your friends on a rainy night, and you will miss writing a letter immediately; Writing in the rain at night will make the words moist and meaningful.
It's best to imagine fighting the rich on a rainy night. The dim light shines on the dense rain feet, the glass windows are cold and cold, and the heat emitted from you is a fog. There are few things you can see, but it seems that you can see far away. The wind is not strong, and a gentle burst immediately turns into a gradual rain. The ripples in the river are denser and the mud on the road is thicker. At this moment, nothing will interfere with the laissez-faire between her. You scrape the fog off the window with your warm fingers and see countless crystal raindrops outside the window. The new fog appeared again. You still row, row, row with your fingers, and finally row to the name you miss.
Rain at night is the enemy of travel.
Not because I can't walk at night, nor because I don't have rain boots and an umbrella. Rainy nights will make travelers homesick and deep in thought. The rainy night will make travelers look forward to comfort, and suddenly realize that they are in a remote and lonely situation, and they feel sorry for themselves, which constitutes the fetters of Wan Li's lofty sentiments.
It's not rapids or mountains, but the rain at night, which makes countless travelers suddenly regret and give up halfway. I don't understand what it's like for Fa Xian, Xuan Zang, Zheng He, Jian Zhen and Xu Xiake to be in the rain after rain. In my opinion, their strongest will is to rush out of the rain curtain.
As a useless person, I often hide in a country hotel on rainy nights and take out a map to look at it carefully. Looking back at the thousands of miles that have passed, I am thinking of countless rivers and mountains under the cover of the rain at night. I often lose sleep on such nights. In order to get rid of this futile laziness, I always invite a few strangers to chat for a long time on rainy nights.
However, what really brought me back to my mood was not this conversation at all, but the sunny morning the next day. In the morning after the rain, there was an overwhelming excitement, which made people almost forget last night; I can't forget it completely, leaving a shadow, indifferent and gloomy, adding a trace of melancholy.
In the journey of life, the charm of the rain at night can also be deeply explored.
I believe that time and time again, the rain at night watered my daughter-in-law's outstanding ambition, touched Ping Zeng's manic heart, stopped the explosive struggle, and shattered the dangerous plot. Of course, the rain at night also broke through grand plans, brave marching and burning feelings.
I wonder if historians have checked how many rainy nights with dark clouds have quietly changed the pace of China's history. General Shu Mei died, the counselor humiliated himself, the king calmed down, the hero calmed down, the chivalrous man stopped, the drums stopped, the horse returned to the trough, the sword was drawn, the memorial was interrupted, the imperial edict was withdrawn, the ship broke down, the alcohol subsided, the carnival disappeared, the breathing stopped evenly and the mind was calm.
Chapter four: Beautiful prose about rain Listening to the spring rain by the window, I miss thousands of thoughts, and a glass of wine is refreshing. -inscription
As the spring rain ticks, I raise my glass by the window and listen to the rain alone. It almost falls in the dark corner of the bottom of my heart, accumulating shallow wetness, slowly trickling through the smooth heart, vaguely breeding inner disappointment. Several times I lost my mind in this red wine and raised a glass to invite the spring rain, so that I could read your beautiful songs and listen to your thoughts again in the spring rain.
There are several boats full of fallen leaves in the rain. The fallen leaves are so wet and desolate. Staring at the rain curtain, if the smoke is like clouds, how much lingering, full of heart, how much loss, condensed into the eyebrows. The familiar melody stays in the crisp autumn season, and a passer-by who has been forgotten in winter has been lonely by the chrysanthemum altar for a long time. The outstretched hand hangs in the air, unable to touch the familiar tenderness, and is always turned by distance.
Valentine's day wishes are still intimate, but there is no candlelight to reflect on this feeling. Longing for romance is an unparalleled crescent moon in my heart. Moonlight is not illusory, but lacks the romance of roses. So I am grateful for the spring rain night and the burning candle in my heart window. The expectation of lovesickness day and night is frozen in the spring rain, and there is no room for release in troubled days, only in rainy nights. I know myself clearly, and the seemingly calm silence can't escape the throb and sadness of the season after all. Although I don't want to get my hands on any extraordinary feelings, my inner feelings have been frozen in the rain. I look forward to keeping a quiet path in my heart to meet and embrace in neon smoke and green fog.
A window of spring rain, a glass of red wine, drink by yourself. Accustomed to drinking every night, drinking alone has been integrated into my life. Wine is the ink of years, the soul of words and the yeast of emotions. Wine is never intoxicating, just a cup of love. It is gradually intoxicated in the rainy night, in the gentle reverie, and in the infatuation of disappointment. The color of rain is hazy. Invite wine and rain, get drunk like water. That unintentional whisper, an affectionate gaze and a phone call to see me off are enough for me to express my feelings for life. Every word about you is immersed in my dream. Deep and shallow thoughts are born of you, and ethereal love lingers in the fireworks in March.
A rainy scene, a glass of red wine, a candlelight, an infatuation, a drunkenness, I can only hold on to the warmth given by autumn and wander in bitter memories with pity. There are distances that can't be crossed, memories that can't be erased, and I imagine your figure in my tired mind. Really: Acacia remembers the spring rain,
The monastery sank an inch.
Rub some mellow wine,
Condense a piece of lingering feelings.
Chapter 5: The Beauty of Rain Essay The drizzle falls on the roof, and the crisp sound is particularly clear at night. The rhythm is slow, but it smells like loneliness. From the cracks in the tile, a trickle of thoughts continuously flows to the eaves, and then falls and drifts away with the wind.
You listen to the truest voice through the window, and occasionally it will be chaotic, but you will soon sort out a strong disguise in the dark. Open the window and reach out, the smell of raindrops is still accompanied by sadness, and my heart is confused. The style of white walls and night will never wrap your heart. Who said that raindrops will turn into ponds when they fall, and who said that when feelings come out, they will see sunshine.
Surrounded by darkness, you started to run away, but you forgot your coat. The raindrops on my face, like a knife, cut deeply in my heart to stop blood flow. The excessive noise of the rain ignores your loneliness and washes away the perfection in your memory.
Perfect memories will not repeat themselves, but you expect a gorgeous encounter. The spotlight shines on the body, the earth is the stage, the rain is the background music, and a love movement is staged. Why didn't anyone applaud and couldn't find my hero? Dancing alone in the rain, jumping out of the sadness of waltz. And the expected meeting is so absurd.
Only the cat is enjoying quietly, and her eyes are as sad as yours. You look at each other and see through your thoughts. It turns out that the back of the cat's eye has scattered, so clear and so hurt. She hasn't left for a long time and has been standing by your side. Maybe she has seen through the same folds in your eyes …
The only audience is a sad cat, so you hug her and cry together, forgetting the way.
I hate June in Tianjin, which is hotter than Wuhan. At some point, I will wait for a rain with passion. In recent days, the whole body muscle aches have actually been predicted, or it will rain soon.