First of all, I heard its voice, from the distant mountains and mountains, from the high hillside-
Sand, sand, sand ...
Like a song without words, it magically rises from all directions and gradually becomes clear and loud, from far and near, from far and near. ...
In the sound of rain, I remembered Li Shangyin's poem: "If you return to the pavilion leisurely, the pavilion will be too short. When the air cools, move the bamboo first and light it. Slightly promote high flying, slightly sparse fireflies ... "It seems to be written in my mood at the moment. Rain has turned every rock, leaf and green grass in this mountain into wonderful keys. The fluttering rain is countless dexterous and soft fingers, playing one elegant and imaginative ditty after another ... "This song should only be in the sky"!
The rain changed the color of the mountain forest. In the sun, the color levels of the mountain forest are almost unrecognizable, from dark green to emerald green, from light green to golden yellow, from red to fiery red. In the rain, all the colors melt in the dripping green, dazzling and transparent. This fresh green seems to flow in the rain and fog, into my eyes and into my heart. ...
The green in the rain is difficult to adjust on the painter's palette, but as long as you have seen the dripping green, it will be unforgettable. Memory is like a dry rice paper. This kind of green, with the light rain, quietly melted on the paper. ...
I left suddenly-I don't know when the rain stopped quietly. The wind also held its breath and the mountain suddenly became very quiet. In the distance, an unknown bird began to crow, as if to pour out the joy after bathing. In the distance, the rain beads condensed on the leaves continued to drip down, dripping into the small puddle on the side of the road, making an unusually crisp sound-
Ding dong ding dong ...
It's like the aftertaste of Shan Yu.