Accustomed to all kinds of small waves and coquettish splendor, I think rain is the most beautiful scenery in the world, and it is also an angel sent by heaven to take away the filth in the world. Therefore, I like watching the rain.
When I was a child, I heard my grandmother say that rain is an angel from heaven. So I looked up at the sky and waited for a while, watching the messengers kiss the earth gently. But what makes me sad is that when the rain falls on the ground, there is no trace of it anymore. Grandma told me not to be sad. Rain just turned into water and left with the filth of the world. At that time, although I didn't understand grandma's words, I cherished every opportunity to watch the rain from now on.
But now that I have grown up, I understand my grandmother's words and the mission of rain.
It was the first day of autumn, and it was raining in Mao Mao. The rain is small but heavy. I walked on the road and looked up at the sky. Nothing has changed, and gray clouds are set against colorless rain. Rain drops gently, flowing through the skin, flowing through the heart, flowing through the best private plot in the heart. For an instant, I felt relieved. With the rain falling from my fingertips, like the end of a long kiss, the rain took away my pain, dissatisfaction, desire, jealousy and greed.
Any failure, trauma, frustration and loss disappear in an instant. Like a newborn baby, I accept the gift from this goddess with a pure heart and feel the purest self gently and truly.
After being baptized by rain, I watched the rain dripping from my fingertips flow into the sewer and leave my sight with filth.
I like watching the rain, not only because it brings a real me, but also because it baptizes people, but I am willing to turn it into filth and leave people's sight. The creator makes rain, no! These messengers of love are created just to make people give selflessly like them and ask for nothing in return.
The window slammed shut. I looked up out of the window. It is raining again.
Second, "Night, Stars Shine"
Summer, moonlit night:
Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, wandering in the clear summer, the rice fields that have just been harvested in front of us exude a golden smell, while the mountains in the distance are lush. More than ten years have passed, and I am very lucky to see such scenery again.
Watching the sun set, the night climbed into the sky slowly, the stars began to twinkle a little, and the summer insects began to become active. When I think of my presence, I will sit on a fishing rod and be lazy by the stream. I can't help but sigh that things have changed so fast. Now an idle one is more precious than gold and diamonds, but what can I do? It's just annoying.
The night began to deepen, and the stars finally gave off bright brilliance, such as silk, practice and rainbow, which was beautiful. I doubt the legend that every star has its own color, but at this moment I began to believe it. It is true that every star in the starry sky overhead has its own color. However, I am indeed a member of the same kind of human beings, and my heart can't help but flash, but this starry sky gives me the best comfort.
On the river bank, insects are singing:
Regardless of the darkness around me, I decided to go for a walk in the field. I found a tree that was not too big, tied the boat, and went ashore to stroll in the fields. Walking on the ridge of the field, my trouser legs rustled by unknown weeds, surrounded by the cries of summer insects, one after another, which were Wan Ru's summer sonatas. Here, I seem to have experienced the tranquility of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence".
The surroundings were completely solved, but the night wind refused to give up. It came from far away, and ran to far away, not forgetting wormwood and bamboo along the coast of Doby. Fireflies, the elves in the dark, finally couldn't stand the noise of the phoenix and ran out one by one with lanterns. Gradually, whether it's the riverbank, the fields or Shan Ye, there are spirits in this dark night everywhere.
Facing the starlight at night and the insects everywhere, they repelled the monopoly of the night. When I think of the time when fireflies were imprisoned in bottles, I can't help but feel that the innocence at that time was cruel. It's a relief that the idle green elves can still dance in front of my eyes.
On the way home, I thought:
Walking, I got to the boat before I knew it. It's time to go back, but I feel so sad. Maybe this will be my last chance to see this starry sky again. However, I am satisfied.
But I'm very upset. I hope God won't let my children ask me what fireflies are and what the real starry sky is, because how will I answer them in a few years.
In the silence of the night, accompanied by the fisherman's singing, I had a dream, a dream that I had never left home.
Third, "Autumn Rhyme"
In the late autumn night, cigarettes enter greedy lips under the farewell of fingers, and the lingering smoke makes the heart meditate in the thick autumn.
Autumn is a season that makes people think. A few curtains of autumn rain, a few rolls of autumn wind, leisurely, whispering love for you; Prosperity is like a dream, autumn rain is blurred and hazy, writing love poems for you.
Since ancient times, people have feelings in autumn. Autumn is a symbol of sadness and a sign of decline. How many literati become sad in autumn? Actually, it is not. As long as they savor it carefully, they will understand the charm of autumn, which is picturesque and dreamlike. Time is faint, a curtain of rain falls, who hopes to find it; Autumn water is long, just for a gentle gaze in the world of mortals.
Autumn sentiment, autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn meaning, how many people can understand the meaning?
Looking at the color of autumn, it gives birth to a kind of indifferent tranquility and leisurely crosses the soul; Listening to the distant echo of leaves kissing the earth, looking up at the autumn rhyme in the beauty and tranquility of yellow, let the soul look back and get close to nature and go on a spiritual date!
With a strong sense of autumn, walk along the footsteps of the season. Autumn is beautiful. I miss it very much and look forward to it. I stared at the dark green and intoxicating golden yellow. Everything looks so thick and colorful. Leaves are the labels of seasons. They absorb the warmth of the sun and adjust the color swatches in autumn with the strongest ink.
Aestheticism is in decline, and there is poetry in sorrow. In an instant, I saw the true meaning of life in the dazzling autumn leaves, a perfect course from gorgeous to dull.
The beauty of autumn has countless joys, elegant charm and mature and dignified posture, just like an extraordinary woman, which is pleasing to the eye. I like autumn, not because of its lust, but because of its elegance and calm charm, its indifference and unique poetry.
Autumn is bright and colorful, and it can't be described by simple colors. I like autumn because of its color. Natural autumn is infinitely charming, because it condenses the essence of the world. The autumn sky is so blue, without any impurities, which makes people's hearts pure and quiet as water. Autumn flowers are so gorgeous, and the beauty of life is fully displayed in colorful flowers.
Autumn wind also makes people feel heroic. Walking in this gorgeous season and listening to the rhythm of the season, the inner floating will gradually calm down, and then a sense of comfort will arise. My heart, full of warmth and emotion, is intoxicated in this beautiful world.
Autumn is tender as water, drizzling, and deep acacia. As the autumn rain slides to the pen tip, gently write down poetic words, describing a lifetime of love, making love eternal, making love eternal, and letting the goodness and beauty of the heart wander around the world.
Autumn is another mature and charming season. Appreciate the leisurely Ming Che in autumn, its rich connotation and free and easy wisdom. In autumn, there is an irresistible tenderness between the soft fingers, and there is an irresistible calm tolerance between the light wind and the light clouds. In quiet and elegant sleep, there is a distant yearning for sadness and desolation.
In autumn, there is Qian Qian's absolute loneliness between smiling lips and teeth, and her cold eyes are full of enthusiasm, so that everything in the world can paint this season with thick ink in its own unique way and render the universe with subtle and elegant colors. In the late autumn of the sky, there is a different kind of scenery, just like an ethereal ink painting, so pure, ethereal, distant, fresh and graceful, showing ten thousand kinds of customs and deducing the strongest shock of life.
Listen to the sound of autumn, enjoy the nature and freedom of autumn, harvest the meditation and sadness of autumn, and enjoy the elegance and charm of autumn.
The autumn rain is continuous, cool, meticulous and graceful. This is a kind of romance and loneliness. It is as gentle as a fallen flower and as gentle as a poem. Drunk, I gently uncovered the long-lost memory. In the cool wind, I was bathed in the baptism of rain, listening to the whistle of the wind, stepping on the falling autumn rain, and my heart was full of ying ying plain language. Looking up, staring at the place, reflecting the poem of love you.
Ticking rain curtain, through the door of the soul, flies into the autumn streamer, where the soul is locked in love and decorated with mountains, trees and scenery in the distance.
Autumn is a barometer of melancholy in life. Whether it is the autumn of the season or the autumn of life, with experience, suffering and vicissitudes, autumn will be mature and rewarding. Appreciate the different beauty of autumn from another angle with sharp eyes.
Experience a quiet and pure scenery, and harvest the fullness, maturity and simplicity of autumn in the depths of the season with the most perfect posture. Looking at autumn scenery in this poetic season, my thoughts are accompanied by the splendor of autumn, flying freely with the fallen leaves like butterflies, and showing the most gorgeous poems, the most beautiful notes and the most beautiful sounds of nature like autumn.
Time flies like water and prosperity is like a dream. Who is past lives? His writing is gentle and his pen and ink are fragrant, just for those years' affection.
Let the words precipitate in the middle of the night, and let the lines between the lines become thick. Let yourself settle down, hope that you will be more and more upright between the lines, and make your life full and rich.
Extended data:
Lyric prose is a kind of prose that pays attention to expressing the author's thoughts and feelings and expressing emotions. Although specific things are also described and portrayed, there is usually no plot that runs through the whole article.
Or straightforward, or touching the scene, are generally full of deep poetic meaning. Excellent lyric prose has sincere feelings and vivid language, and the author often uses symbols, metaphors and other means to put his thoughts in the image, so it has a strong artistic appeal.
It is similar to poetry in the way of reflecting life, but it is not as rhythmic as poetry. Mao Dun's Praise of Poplar and Wei Wei's Feelings of Parting are excellent works in China's contemporary lyric prose.
The characteristics of lyric prose are as follows:
1, lyrical prose is a vivid expression of the author's passion, in other words, it is "I focus on lyricism in my writing".
2, poetic, "mountaineering is affectionate, and watching the sea is intentional."
3. The concept is novel and the structure is rigorous.
4, the use of lyric language, specifically, namely:
(1) supports lyrics;
(2) Lyricism of things (people);
3 borrow scenery to express emotion.
5. Language is accurate, concise, vivid and melodious, and it is a poetic language.
Baidu Encyclopedia-Lyric Prose