The next night of the rain, the sorrows and sorrows... The rain is common, the rain is ordinary, but if you can calm down and listen, you can hear something elegant. .
"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. With the wind sneak into the night, the moist things are silent." This is the rain in March, this is the rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
The rain in April, the breeze swayed, the spring grass sprouted, the drizzle like a needle tip resembled a cow's hair, the earth was shrouded in a light misty gauze, everything was quietly, quietly growing... I was shocked by the winter.
The children were empty-handed, screaming in the rain with their heads, welcoming the spring with joy, lest winter not knowing.
Yes, this kind of rain does not need an umbrella, so beautiful spring is not hidden.
The black cloud turned over the uncovered mountains, and the white rain jumped into the boat. The wind and the wind are blowing, and the lake is like a sky. "It's summer rain."
Suddenly a few thunders, the clouds in the sky rolled, a lightning bolt like a long sword smashed into the dark sky, and the fire dragon like a claw danced.
In a short while, a heavy rain "哗哗哗" fell down, trees, houses, and wilderness... trembled in the rain and wind, and the heavens and the earth shrouded in a huge rain curtain.
In a short while, the clouds sank, the rain stopped, and the sun sneaked out half of the face, and a gust of wind blew, and the weeping willows on the pond swayed more greenish willows.
In the pond, a piece of jasper-like lotus leaf sways in the wind, and the raindrops that are provoked are rolling around on the lotus leaf... The summer rain is like a child who likes mischief, and always makes you unprepared.
"The phoenix tree, three more rain, is not bitter and bitter. One leaf, one sound, the empty step drops to the Ming." This is the autumn rain, is the tears of people.
"The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the grass is shaken and exposed as frost." Autumn is coming, everything is smashing, autumn rain is smashing, and a drop is beaten on the leaves of the phoenix tree.
Under the immersion of autumn rain, the vegetation began to zero, and the leaves of the phoenix tree fell one after another...
Autumn is the season of missing, you listen, the flying geese are also crying in a voice, to fly back to the warm hometown, but where is the person I miss?
"Indus is more drizzle, to the dusk, bit by bit. This time, how can you say a word!"
Yes, this endless thought, the boundless sorrow seems like this autumn rain, a leaf, a sound of the day to the dawn.
"Wind and rivers and lakes in the dark village, the four mountains sounded like Haitao." This is the winter rain, it is cold rain.
In the winter, the north wind roars like a hungry wolf, the wind is mixed with some cold raindrops, snow, cold and cold on your face, body... The coldness seems to be cooling your bone marrow, the internal organs ......
The winter rain is bleak, everything in the heavens and the earth is trembled in the rain, wandering... But it is because of nature that this magic pen can turn into a magic, because the winter is spring...
When I was young, I liked to rain. When I was raining, I loved to hold an umbrella. I walked in the rain. In the dark and blurred, listen to the rustling of the rain and the sound of all things. (At this time, if you listen carefully, I will hear it, listen to the sound of the river flowing...
At such a time, the wilderness is uninhabited. The vast world is only one of you. You are delighted, as if you have monopolized this world.
In such a season, you can think about everything, you can do nothing, let the soul float freely...
How long have you heard the rain like this, ten years, twenty years, thirty years.
Yes, I haven’t listened carefully for a long time. In this red dust, we always come in a hurry and go in a hurry.
We are busy with no time to pay attention to the appearance of a flower, and we don't have time to listen to the singing of a worm. It is too late to see how a butterfly dances.
In this red dust, everyone is rushing, exhausted, including children...
The days of our modern people are not as elegant as the ancients. On such a rainy day, the ancients wanted to clean their hands, burn incense, make tea, taste tea, sing the piano, swear, and talk...
And we may be sleeping on a rainy day. Mr. Mu Xin once said: In the past, the color of the day became slow, the horses and horses were slow, and only one person was slow.
And I want to say: I hope that our days can be slower, slower, have time to listen to the rain, drink tea...