It has been raining since last night, and the pattering of rain should be very sentimental. But when I think of the rain-stained flowers falling and the red and fragrant flowers withering, I feel a bit melancholy and even a bit sentimental.
I know that there are countless people who love rain, and the articles written about Yu Lingyu are as vast as smoke. But I am also a person who loves rain, and I have different feelings about rain, so I wrote about it.
Rain, in the eyes of different people, has different scenery; just like the mountains and rivers in front of you, a thousand people have a thousand scenery. For rain, some people like it, some people hate it, some people sigh, some people are crazy about it, and they have different feelings.
The name of Su Dongpo's study is "Happy Rain Studio", which shows that he is a person who loves rain; while the modern celebrity Zhou Zuoren named his study "Bitter Rain", although this cannot be used to judge his love for rain. He likes and dislikes it, but this shows that Mr. Zhou is somewhat helpless towards the rain. I also know that my friend who left the annual ring and has not returned for many days once called her boudoir "Tingyuxuan". I think she is also a person who loves rain, loves rain, loves rain, and loves rain. A person with different feelings.
Rain is just like flowers, grass and trees. Whether it can become a scenery depends on people's mood. When a long drought comes with rain, no matter who sees it, it is beautiful; but when it rains and the embankments break and the water floods, who is not upset by it?
However, rain is rain. It does not come because you like it, nor does it go away because you dislike it. What's more, you can't see the beauty of the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain; without the clouds on a rainy day, you can't see the beauty of the rainbow. There is no bright sunshine on a sunny day.
It is rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and as someone who was born in the rainy south of the Yangtze River, I have to say that I am very familiar with the rain. It should be said that I should have turned a blind eye to it and been indifferent to it. But I have a surprise and novelty about rain. Every rainy day, I always love to wander in the rain, letting the sweet and pure rain sprinkle on my body and soak into my skin; it washes away the dust and darkness in my heart, making my mood clean and bright. Rain is a gift from God, a sweet spring that benefits the world. It makes everything lush and full of vitality. If there was no rain, what would the world be like? The desert is spread all over, dust storms are raging, and sand is flying; there are no traces of birds, it is difficult to find the shadows of animals, and even a trace of green cannot be found, and life is disappearing here. How terrifying and terrible it would be.
The rains of the four seasons also vary depending on the season and the changes in the seasons. Chunyu is regarded as the most beautiful and exquisite, just like the shy and coquettish singing of a young girl; Chunyu is also the most loved by literati. Famous sentences such as "Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen", "The sky street is moistened and moistened silently by the gentle rain", "Apricot blossoms spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River", etc. are all praises to spring rain. The dripping woman in "Rain Alley" probably came in the spring rain. The hottest one is Xia Yu. It is like a strong man sweating freely, with a hearty and joyful feeling; it comes fiercely and leaves quickly, and it is straightforward and never sloppy. It not only irrigates the fields and moistens the seedlings, but also brings the slightest coolness to people in the scorching heat. People are clear about its merits and demerits. And the autumn rain with a hint of coolness has a different feeling in my heart. It is desolate and desolate, and it is very appropriate to say that it is the sigh of a resentful woman whose youth has passed away and her youth is gone. "The evening rain sprinkles on the river to cleanse the autumn. The frosty wind is getting colder, the Guanhe River is desolate, the remaining light is shining on the building, and everything is gone. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward silently."
In the autumn rain, Liu Yong's mood was so miserable and helpless. Li Yian also expressed her loneliness, sorrow and sorrow in her "Autumn Love", "The parasol trees are drizzling, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, there is no such thing as "sorrow"!". In fact, what does human joy, joy, anger, sorrow, and rain have to do with each other? Winter rain seems to be rare, and even fewer people like it. But I feel that it is like a few drops of clear tears shed by a strong man who broke his wrist without frowning and will never come back. It has a kind of coldness, fortitude, tragedy and heroism. One can't help but feel some respect from the bottom of one's heart.
We need to treat the glitz and bustle of the world with a normal heart, and the same is true for rain. Only by getting rid of impetuousness and being more calm can we appreciate its interesting and poetic scenery and feel it. to its subtlety and beauty.
As I write these words, the rain is still falling, and I can’t help but feel a little sad about spring. Unconsciously, spring has deepened, and summer has come silently. . Isn’t this how youth grows old slowly, and dreams pass away quietly like this...
2. The children under the moonlight giggled, and they jumped happily, with the hair on their heads The little straw hat also jumped, and the surrounding woods and rivers also jumped. Moon Girl blushed with embarrassment, smiled covertly, and her hidden heart must have been beating behind the clouds.
God-given gold, God-given moonlight rain, from the top of the head to the feet, from the outside to the inside, from the bones to the soul, they are all golden, they are transparent, they are as pleasing to the eye as green and as borneol. Cool.
The children stole some lotus leaves and used them to catch the golden elves. The elves rolled happily.
The children should put the moonlight rain away and wait until next spring to plant it in the ground so that they can sprout, bloom, and produce trees full of moonlight rain. Then they will give these golden fruits to their friends and kindergarten teachers... …
Listening to the Rain on the Eaves "Essay"
Every rainy season, when I think of listening to the rain on the eaves, it has a unique sense of beauty, although it is not as beautiful as playing in the whirlpool of the river, rushing to the sea on the beach, or in the alleys of the small town. It is a quiet place, but there is also the pleasure of drizzle singing softly, moderate rain blowing east and west, and heavy rain blowing sand and rocks. Not to mention, what the trickling water gave me was the dressing and gentleness of the rain; not to mention what the rolling waves gave me, the play of the rain and the fierceness of the rain, which made me dizzy and filled with emotions. overflow. Rain is the surprise of my childhood, rain is the joy of my childhood. I am looking for the refuge of childishness in this rainy world. I am in the vision of this rain, remembering how Longjiang has grown.
The flavor of time permeates my hometown. Time erodes my hometown.
Many years have passed, and I have always had a picture from the middle of the last century: the small town of Bei'an standing on the Wuyur River in the North, with its rolling thatched houses, and its eaves covered with green moss and standing wormwood. Below, a little boy, half naked, wearing trousers and bare feet, standing by the door with imagination, listening to the raindrops dripping from the tips of the grass on the fresh moss, sometimes like beads in a string, sometimes like a curtain swinging , stepping on the small ditch made by the splash of raindrops, looking at that expression, half is watching the beauty of the rain, interpreting the endless changes, and half is waiting for the oil-paper umbrella held by dad, the rain cloth held by mom, waiting for that day Become a boundary marker and stay in the rain. Is this a touching picture of "a small town boy listening to the rain"? ! In fact, in my longing-filled childhood, the deep alleys were like long, long tunnels, connecting me to dreams in all directions. Only the rain could keep my heart, allowing me to read it as if I were understanding an ancient road. Day after day, year after year, until I picked up my bags and left. The rain in my hometown is already a mark on the forehead of my life.
Being obsessed with rain is like the gurgling water wandering in my memory.
I still remember listening to the rain falling for several days in a row, but God still continued to rain, and the sorrow and resentment were scattered. The rain had gone too far, the water slowed down the threshold, and rushed into the house up to my waist. I was alone, thinking about Yue Fei and his mother escaping from the flood. There was no big vat, and they were playing horizontally on the floating washtub, and their hands were like paddles gliding outside the house. As I wandered toward the street, I was rescued by a kind-hearted uncle. I was still shouting and laughing and didn't feel scared. I even fantasize that I can sail boats in the ditch of Yudacheng; my wooden boats and paper boats will be crowded with people playing around. Listening to the rain on the eaves, it is like a childhood bonfire, burning and burning charmingly. Although it rains heavily, livestock and houses will be flooded and people will be flooded, but I still like the rain. The fun of the performance is that the big raindrops pour down like a gush, making a splashing sound, and the streets are filled with "rivers". ” can be seen everywhere. Look at that, the rolling rain flowers are blooming on the water surface. They are all the same color, bright and lovely, really beautiful. They bloom and disappear, as if they are born and die in an instant. Life is heroic and death is heroic. It is more difficult than the epiphyllum. I am eager to collect them, but I can’t count them. Out of interest, I stretched out my little hand toward the "river" and picked the rain flowers. Unfortunately, the flower body was missing and it was fragile and could not be put into the vase. I picked it up and put it down, put it down and picked it up again, and the rain flowers bloomed and fell in my palms and the soles of my feet, endlessly, blooming far away until I was confused and lost my sight. This heaven and earth, the huge bathtub is so refreshing and comfortable, I don’t know how many times I can come back to it in my life! However, I have never forgotten in my life that the kindness of this rain contains turbidity and barrenness.
I heard time passing by me.
As a guest in another country, I don’t have this kind of rain. Maybe it was because I met him, but I lost my childhood dream.
I have a building listening to the rain. The environment is different and the feelings are different. Living in seclusion among the steel and concrete frames, listening to the rain in the turbid air, is nothing more than seeking to release the noisy pressure, a moment of detachment from complicated things, but the rain in the busy city is not so refreshing. That year, I traveled to Xishuangbanna, stood on the eaves of a three-star hotel, listened to the tropical rainforest, and felt that the rain was hot, continuous, and sweet, and it came quickly and left quickly. The free-flowing raindrops challenge the misty dreams. The gauze and mist envelop the tropical plants in the south. The surroundings are fluffy and the overlapping canopies make it even more mysterious. In the distance, three to five palm trees as tall as two people stand tall against the rocks, standing proudly against the rain and wind; nearby, seven or eight coconut trees dot the green carpet, hugging each other to form umbrellas. Eyes full of green, poetic and picturesque like rain, singing about the beauty that makes you shy even if you want to talk about it. Watching the rain is better than watching the scenery. I am taking a bath, and nature is taking a bath. In fact, don’t we always look for beauty in the rain? The tour guide holding a flower umbrella and wearing a flower dress is graceful and graceful, walking lightly, and the surrounding towers and pavilions are surrounded by half of the lush greenery. The people and scenery are suitable for ink and light green, all of which are warm and refreshing. The rain in Yunnan is like a piece of music that has been composed long ago, and it still lingers in my memory. People who listen to the rain abroad also have a keen eye. When I arrived in Singapore, the hotel was quiet and elegant, with the logo of the Lion City printed on it. As a foreigner, I stood in front of its luxurious glass doors and windows. This rain is as clean as the city, without a trace of dust. How long it rains, how long I stand. The exotic scenery in front of me was deliberately hidden in the rain, leaving it to my imagination. Singapore is a highly civilized country. There is no phlegm or cigarette butts on the ground, and the air is as fresh as green tea. The rain also attracted my attention. I know that after wearing a white shirt for several days, there are still no traces of dust on the collar and sleeves. After the rain rises and floats in the clouds, rolls around in the sky for several rounds, and falls with a few muffled thunders, will it be stained and dirty? However, I discovered with great concentration that the water flowing down from the heavy rain was still clear.
I wonder, when will the rain in my hometown be purified to this extent?
No matter listening to the rain on the eaves of my hometown. Listening to the rain in a foreign hotel is fine. There are always people who remember the road we have traveled. I'm not sure if one day I go to other places to listen to the rain, or to listen to the rain under the United Nations, the rain will definitely have some feelings, won't it? ! While listening to the rain, the great river of time has become magnificent, flowing past my eyes, and my youth is far away on the other shore in an instant. When I think of "the deceased is like a husband", my heart trembles, and I listen with tears, listening to the unchanging waiting and pursuit of love and beauty deep in my life. If there is a more concrete picture in front of me, my painting should be that, on a starless and moonless night, a traveler struggling to find his way in the mountains and forests, looking forward to a bright flash of light in the sky, just for inspiration, the eaves. Listening to the Rain
3. My favorite natural scenery is rain, drizzle to be precise. I remember it started from the first rain in August 1998. There happened to be a power outage at home that day, so I sat I started to watch, listen to, and feel the light rain in front of the window. I was inspired for a moment. While watching, I wrote a long article about my mood and feelings about the rain. The title seemed to be: Lonely Rain, Gradually, Every Year When it rained for the first time in August, I sat in front of the window early. After watching the light rain and expressing my feelings, I sat there all morning, or even crawled in front of the window and fell asleep listening to the sound of light rain. As a result, I accumulated several I wrote an article about rain, and the only difference I found was that my writing skills were deteriorating, but my thoughts were maturing. Even when I compared the last article about rain with the first one, I felt that I was just as stupid. Yes, haha~ I actually wanted to write an article about rain for a long time, but I forgot about it after being lazy a few times.
I loved rain when I was little. At that time, in my hometown, there were rolling hills behind my house. Whenever it rained, countless streams would flow down from them. I rolled up my trouser legs with my friends and chased each other along the muddy path in the rain. The laughter mixed with the rain formed a beautiful picture that was imprinted in my mind. At that time, even though we were in a terrible mess, we were inexplicably happy.
After I entered elementary school, my family moved to the city. Perhaps because it is usually too noisy, although the city after the rain does not have the beauty of the countryside, it is also rare and quiet. It makes people feel more comfortable than usual. Wanxi At that time, I was looking forward to the arrival of rain. Every time it rains, school ends early. My classmates and I rode bicycles in the rain, leaving all our studies behind and enjoying the refreshing feeling that the rain brought to us.
The spring rain is a cheerful song, which makes me feel comfortable, and the air after the rain is even fresher. Summer rain is a symphony, so profound and difficult to understand. Autumn rain is a ballad, either distant or lyrical, or with a touch of sadness. The rain in winter is like a rock song, and feeling it makes my mind go blank.
Slowly, I grew up, and I no longer had the innocence and curiosity that children had. Like many people, I learned to drink, turning indulgence in the rain into relief after drinking. I no longer have the same expectation and love for rain. On the contrary, sometimes I hate it because it delays the trip. He is often associated with sadness and desolation. Over time, I have gotten used to it, and it will affect my mood when it rains. After being drunk, he wandered in the rain, went crazy, and screamed to the sky to vent his inexplicable anger.
Finally one day, she told me that she wanted me to write an article about rain for her, which aroused my feelings for rain. Maybe you shouldn't be upset because the rain delayed the formation. Maybe you should take this opportunity to take a break and relax from the stressful work. I really have the urge to write about rain. But after being lazy a few times, I finally forgot about it. We usually have a good relationship, and I just want to keep that relationship intact forever. Finally one day she told me that she needed some freedom. I chose to break up, that was in the evening. My mind was empty and swimming around. After drinking, it began to rain lightly again, not too heavy but just right. So I decided to write this article and give it to him, hoping that she could find the life she wanted.
Let my longing for him turn into bits and pieces of lake water, dissolve under the sun, fly into the sky, and become forever...