I want to listen to the sound of rain and the rain behind the rain shadow. There are green, fat, red and thin plantains hit by rain, empty mountains covered by rain, and long flutes, sobbing painfully between trampled moss marks. I want to listen to the rain, otherwise I wouldn't be so disappointed to search for Jie Jiang's The Mermaid from the depths of my memory. I don't think Jie Jiang is a celebrity in Song Ci. "There are wells to drink and willow words to sing", what you said is just Liu Yong.
I want to hear the rain. Whether this is the mentality of youth, middle age or old age; I don't care if this is a charming karaoke bar, a wandering passenger ship or a monastery with pear blossoms in the rain. I just sit in front of the lamp every night, anxious and lonely, and then I can't sleep. At that time, it was my deepest and deepest desire to sleep all night or in the rain.
When have you ever had such a mentality? I don't know. Perhaps it is in a lush dusk, because the green grass reflects the blue sky, because the blue sky reflects the clear water, which reminds me of the rainy dusk and the birds flying in the dark dusk. Perhaps it is the thick water vapor that moistens my eyes. Because the coolness of habit suddenly gurgled in, I remembered the gurgling rain in my ear a long time ago.
Listen to the rain, listen to the rain, and go to the countryside. Old houses in the countryside, with blue bricks and gray tiles and long dripping eaves, are most suitable for listening to the rain. When the night is not deep, there is no sound at night in the country. Except for the dim light at one or two o'clock, a dog barked at the bamboo fence, and all the mountains and trees were shrouded in boundless silence. Of course, on rainy nights, the lights are invisible and the dogs can't hear them. So we're going to listen to the rain.
Listening to the rain in the country, it's best to put a roll of "Drawing a Mirror Flower Edge" on the pillow. During the intermission of listening to the rain, you can go to a strange island overseas, and go to a fantasy country like Luo Cha. Whether it's the weird intestine-free country, the black pool country, the White Republic, or the weird two-faced country, the wing Republic and the daughter country in ancient times, you will feel a mortal world in the rain. Otherwise, cover up these bizarre and lively stories and listen to the rain quietly. The island in the book is one world, and the earth in the rain is another world.
I can be in any world.
The rain in the sky does not need to distinguish which is the rain hitting the roof tile and which is the rain knocking on the window lattice; Don't worry about which flower fell asleep and which flower woke up in the rain. Anyway, tomorrow, every flower is fragrant.
Where did you want to smell the rain in the past? On rainy nights at that time, I often fell asleep before reading, unlike now, when listening to the rain with a book, I can hear all kinds of insomnia and loneliness. Youth is fading away and fear is coming, which is always a sad topic, and the silence that we can't get in more and more time is the deepest reason why we are so sad that we can't sleep.
Therefore, we can't help thinking of every rainy day when we were young. When it rained, we would stand under the long eaves and watch the rain, or sleep on the big old wooden bed and listen to the rain vaguely. Our little hearts are also full of anxiety and anxiety. We always chirp to our mother like birds: Mom, Mom, when will the rain stop? Mom, mom, can I wear that skirt tomorrow, the one with the big bow? Listen, I didn't like rain at that time. I only like the later rain, and I prefer to listen to the later rain.
In fact, I didn't like the sadness of "phoenix tree, rain at night, empty steps dripping to the bright" from the beginning. What I always want to love in my heart is sunshine. Whether it is warm in autumn or bright in spring, I like its warmth. The joy of "listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, selling apricot flowers in the open alley" was once my mood when listening to the rain: joy, no impurities, transparent, like well water.
The song "Xizhou Qu" goes like this: In autumn, lotus is picked in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head. With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. I think it is the rain that makes the water so clear. Strangely, such a beautiful tune reminds me of the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. When orpheus tried to beg the keeper to return his wife to him for the second time, the boatman on the Styx resolutely refused to ferry him, which made him unable to pass. Alas, poor orpheus, your piano and singing will never touch the soul and water of the underworld again.
Can we be moved by the sound of piano and singing, insects and birds, rain and sunshine? Or, listen to the rain.
Listen to the rain!