Sunday, April 20 Rain
Early in the morning, a few clouds drifted across the sky, and so a silky, gentle rain fell. It was still a drizzle, still rhythmically beating to a tune, so cheerful that one could not help but want to explore it.
Grabbed the umbrella to go outside, the rain just so silently fly down, but also issued an unusually crisp sound. In a daze, the rain instantly seems to be bigger, I think of those wildflowers and grasses, I can not help but worry about it, they can withstand it? The heart a little more attached, the footsteps also accelerated. Rain, really beautiful, so beautiful that people's hearts are melting like, I was intoxicated in all this. For a moment, I had a strange thought: Could it be that this rain has divine power to make everything extraordinarily pure? Was it given to her by God? It took a breeze to bring me back to my senses. I ran up, saw the wild flowers and grass, oh, all well, I do not know whether the rain set off the flowers, or the flowers embellished the rain, everything seems to be extraordinarily spiritual, there is a kind of beauty that can not be found in the ordinary day. Raindrops on the petals, casually rolled down, like a naughty child ......
I made a sudden movement that even I found strange. I moved the umbrella outward, just in time for the flowers to cover the rain, I'm trying to protect the flowers? But does the flower need my protection? Water, still dripping down, as if one after another broken pearl falling down, crystal clear, changing the special scenery. I bent down and sniffed the wildflowers, an unprecedented fragrance flowed into my heart, as if I saw that everything was melted by the rain, leaving behind only the original innocence. I rotate in the rain, with the heart to listen to this music from another world, with the heart to see all the beautiful everything in the rain, with the heart to feel this one full of fog limit pursuit left behind after the serenity ......
I don't know whether I cover the wind and rain, or flowers to challenge the wind and rain, no matter what, no matter under the umbrella, or in the rain, can feel this rain bring us the infinite flavor ......
Diary of a Walk in the Rain 2It was another rainy day. Early in the morning, the rain was drizzling down, but a bizarre sentence came into my ears: "We go to Wutong Mountain Park to climb the mountain, exercise!!!" Gosh! It's still raining. Walking in the rain, hey, that's imaginative!
We arrived at Wutong Mountain Park in Sha Tau Kok town with a big list of exclamation points. As we walked, we enjoyed the scenery of Sha Tau Kok, which is not what it used to be. Not only those high-rise buildings rise up. Moreover, beautification works have been done. Sha Tau Kok is getting prettier and prettier every day.
In a short while, we came to the foot of Wutong Mountain. The Wutong Mountain is like a huge landscape painting, but the mountains in the painting are very vivid, no trees are full, let me have a full of "eye" service ah!
Rain like a broken line of beads falling one after another, hit the umbrella on the "pop" sound. As if to say: "Welcome to Wutong Mountain Park"
The mountain road is very flat, do not feel tired at all, as if walking on a flat road, like the big trees like warriors standing on both sides of the road. Colorful flowers surrounded the trees. Green grass dotted the mountain a little bit. The mountain is still surrounded by that layer after layer of thick fog.
Climbed to the top of the mountain, there is an indescribable feeling, breathing the mountain that fresh can not be fresh air. At once, it felt like every cell in the body was jumping.
At noon, we appreciated the idyllic scenery and enjoyed the beauty of nature, which made me stay.
When we went down the mountain, the overlapping peaks were surrounded by fog in an instant, and one peak was hidden in the thick fog. In the sky formed a wonderful brushstroke painting, this world is really nothing strange ah!
Really have to open, I still have a little reluctant to part with it! The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the sky and the color of the sky!
The sky is gray and cloudy.
Rain pattered down, floating in the wind, sprinkling, flying, shouting.
A person holding a lavender umbrella, afternoon, walking alone in the wet lake. The lake is still so a few persistent people fishing in the rain, but the fish are not very big, but still excited. Rain, seems to be laughing at them why they are so obsessed.
Weed clusters of dark purple petunias, petunias feeble open, standing. I want to walk again and again.
Perhaps it was the cold, the long shirt and jeans did not make me feel full warmth, and the hand holding the umbrella was so cold. Maybe, maybe it's because it's raining today, maybe it's because it's fall tomorrow, maybe.
I want to walk again, maybe the road ahead will be better, maybe there will be a better scenery waiting for me, maybe it's something else or someone else or something else, such a blind and determined goal, I want to walk again, to see farther away
Look, look ah. What is that, what are those?
Look at them, look at their graceful and charming appearance, look at them, look at their colorful colors, look at them, look at their stubborn and seductive appearance in the water. Hibiscus in the rain, I seem to bang my heart.
The green lotus leaves are their seats, golden, snow white, light pink, rose red, thousands of such a generous open, carefully scrutinized can vaguely see their tender buds in the yellowish stamen heart. Heh, shy, delicate, beautiful, lotus leaves there is a toad, what it is thinking, huh, who knows.
The sky suddenly opened, the sun came out, I was excited to see the direction and hope.
Finally, after dozens of days of stifling heat, the heavens opened up, and it started to rain outside the window.
The raindrops danced a beautiful waltz, riding the wind to the ground "flying". They went forward and back in the sky to draw a beautiful straight line, like a meteor general fierce "smashed" to the ground, so a crystal clear water flower from the ground in the water came out. In the rain, the small trees to the gray sky raised his head, the grass is open to the rain smile, they are in the welcome to the arrival of the rain doll! When I saw this, I couldn't resist the temptation of the rain, and hurriedly put on a coat, picked up an umbrella and rushed to the rain, I'm going to try to walk in the rain!
Rain is a little mischievous, it loves to fall heavily from the air, impartial, just fell on my umbrella, whenever this time, the umbrella surface will play a raindrops wonderful "tap dance music". When the small raindrops fell on the umbrella from the smooth surface of the umbrella slipped down, dripping into the puddle under the umbrella, they are like making the invisibility of the same, completely disappeared. There was something inexplicably freeing about the fact that I was high up on my umbrella, like a mushroom standing alone in the woods. Take a few steps? So I took my long legs and weaved through the dense rain, and as soon as I put my foot down, a puddle of water appeared on the ground and I "stomped" on it. Lifting my head, I found that the line of sight is a curtain of rain that can never be penetrated, which covers the buildings, so that the familiar scenery in the distance becomes blurred all of a sudden. At that moment, a cool wind came, and the small raindrops changed direction again and floated up with the wind, they pulled out a straight diagonal line in the air, and then mischievously threw themselves into the embrace of the earth. The small trees along the roadside were busy nodding their thanks to the wind, and accidentally, shook off all the water droplets sitting on their leaves, which hit the ground heavily, smashing the ground out of a watermark, and then disappeared, leaving the trees sighing in the wind.
And more rain fell on the concrete floor, at first just one drop, two drops, and then the rain fell more and more, there are thousands of drops of rain fell on the concrete floor. Gradually, the drops accumulated more and more on the ground, forming a small stream of water that flowed towards the lower part of the ground, and they would merge into one big stream if they bumped into another stream, flowing in unison towards their goal. In the rain, earthworms, shy by nature, also poked their heads out of the earth to receive the rain. They wriggle slowly in the rain puddles as if they are using the rain to rinse the dirt off their bodies. The timid snail also tried to put its soft body out of the shell, they are crawling on the wall, as if they are living a very comfortable life, people can not help but want to catch a play.
The drizzle is still falling. You see, under their rinsing, the grass has become more green, the trees have become more green, and the grapes have become more watery, as if the little girl's big watery eyes ...... But the rain is still coming down endlessly, and it shouts out: "Tick tock tick tock ... ..."
Rain, from morning to afternoon, off and on did not stop. This is not, is eating dinner, clamor, without warning, came again.
Mom finished her meal, stood up, and said to me in the usual tone, "Hurry up and eat!" I haphazardly picked up a few mouthfuls of thin rice, nibbled a few bites of steamed bread. "Satisfied." I then helped my mom clean up the dishes, grabbed a large umbrella, and went downstairs.
"It's raining really hard!" I said. Mom held up the umbrella and we hit it together, walking around the Fifth.
It wasn't late, but there weren't many people walking in the rain, after all. "The usually noisy No. 5 courtyard is quite quiet too!" I thought to myself.
"Cher, listen, what does the rain sound like?" Mom suddenly asked me.
I thought for a moment and then asked, "What kind of rain do you mean?"
"Just rain like this!" Mom said right away.
"It's like sprinkling sand on cellophane." I got whimsical and really had no choice but to take this.
"Look, hibiscus trees!" Mom had a strange gleam in her eye for some reason.
I took a closer look, the leaves of the hibiscus tree in the rain were all curled up like mimosas, while the flowers were blooming in the rain! On second thought, I remembered that my mother had guessed the hibiscus tree as an acacia tree, and said angrily, "I thought you said it was an acacia tree!"
"When did you say that?" Mom paused and then said, "Come to think of it. I was wrong, it's a hibiscus tree."
"Oh," I replied.
"Yikes!" My shoes were in the water again, and I was wearing beach flip-flops. I was wearing beach flip-flops, and they were full of holes. It looked like a little fish swimming in the water again. A few holes into the water, a few holes out, the distribution is quite reasonable. In this way, I can let my whole foot is filled with the fragrance of summer rain.
That stands in the rain neon lights, now how tall, reflected in the ground, was a little raindrops hit the shadow of the sun like radiant, like glittering star clusters, like bright brilliant fireworks ......
Time is not early, the rain is still raining, the fifth courtyard is still so quiet, I and my mother Snuggled together under the umbrella, walking home ......
The sky was gray.
One step, two steps, I slowly down the stairs, time hourglass seems to be blocked, everything seems long.
Twitter. A few crisp `bird calls broke the silence. The corners of my mouth unconsciously rose, my heart countless warmth. Following the sound, a few lightweight figures scurrying in the woods. What a beautiful picture, how did I not find it before? It feels like walking into a paradise, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.
Recently, I've been so annoyed. Since I went to high school, I always think, but always get no answer, always think not to understand, the heart of the boredom of panic. The head seems to be a paste, all the thoughts are cut, but also messy.
The leafy flowers on the wall grow extremely lush and green. Although it looks very ordinary, it is the city flower. Perhaps it is its exuberant vitality that makes it stand out. No matter what flowers and plants, all have its unique beauty, all have its difference.
The trees on both sides are very tall, covering part of the sky. I just, quietly walked under the trees. Suddenly a word came to mind - pompous. Walking on the road in the evening, the street lamps emit a faint light, coming and going vehicles horns constantly, the side of the footsteps of men and women continue to walk past, and I, alone, looking at the sky dazed: what exactly they are in a hurry for? Why do you have to wear a thick disguise every day, smile flattering and far-fetched?
For me, walking with friends on the boulevard, waiting leisurely for the night to fall with my family at dusk, is my greatest happiness. Although I also have material pursuits, but, more important to me or, the soul home of the full and rich. I don't like the complexity of the world, I just want to live in peace and value.
It's raining. The rain fell on the trees in strands, falling on my body. The corners of my mouth rose slightly again. I like to get wet, no matter the mood of pleasure, or depressed melancholy, I like to enjoy the feeling of the rain, or laugh softly, or run wildly.
I walked quietly, in this quiet and peaceful world. Rain, washing the dusty earth. A large water droplet, falling from the shaking tree, hit the arm, cold as if no temperature. How could the rain possibly have a temperature? I giggled.
Any drifting rain on the body, ears, still clear bird song, in front of the eyes, still pattering rain. Looking around, the large campus, only my lone figure. Is there a corner that I can't see, there is also a person who appreciates the beauty of the scenery as much as I do? In the past, I was afraid of being alone, even if I came out for a walk, I had to pull on a few friends, because I was afraid of the feeling of being alone, from childhood to adulthood. However, now I am alone, walking leisurely without any loneliness. The original heart full of worries and sorrows, in this peaceful world, fled without a trace.
The sky is still dark, the birds' voices are still clear, the rain is still pure. I closed my eyes and felt this wonderful realm. In addition to this wonderful picture, what distractions are gone. The Buddhist saying of emptiness, could it be this feeling?
Bell. The class bell rang sharply, the clear bird song was annihilated, suddenly disappeared without a trace. In front of me, the scenery is still the same, but I had to accelerate my pace, walking towards the classroom.
A spring rain in the dusk, I hold an umbrella, strolling in the town's cement channel.
The rain was so heavy and so indifferent that I didn't know which restaurant to go to to soothe my hunger.
Looking around this familiar almost can recite the names of all the stores on both sides of the outer ring road, I actually stopped for a moment, the spring rain like a naughty boy, naughty kiss my pants, sleeves, wrapped in my feet, each passing pedestrians in the rain bubble, walking in a hurry.
"Holding an oil-paper umbrella/alone wandering in the long/long and lonely rainy alley" Somehow, looking at the continuous rain, Dai Wangshu's song "Rainy Lane" drifted into my mind unexpectedly.
I was thinking, a white gas from the side of the drift over, next to a simple snack store, the owner is open pot cover, boiling water steam is to the air to diffuse open, why bother close and far? I have not yet thought carefully, my feet have already stepped toward the small store.
This is a real simple store: a few bamboo poles, a few hemp ropes, picked up a common red, blue and white rain cloth on the street, with the master of the inter-roof isolation, the store only three clean and simple wooden table, from the night market stalls, those yurts like rain
Canopy, the small store seems to be less a deliberate, more a natural and rustic.
At this moment, the sky is sprinkled with dense rain, splashing down on the blue and white rain cloth, played a loud and clear spring rain song, in my head, in my ears, seems to be within reach, but also seems to be far away from the sky; seems to be noisy, but also seems to be rich in rhythm, I feel I was surrounded by the sound of the rain, engulfed, swaying in .......
Good a melodious spring rain song! I can't help but be surprised to listen to this immortal voice from the sky.
Eating as usual no flashy soup noodles, listening to a rain song from a distant alley dome, although I sat in a corner of the small store, the mind has been beyond the outside of things.
Isn't life like that? When you ignorantly in its pursuit of materialistic needs, when you cast the moonlight on the exquisite long city, the convenience of modern enjoyment, despise the nature of the original thought crude furnishings, do you find that you deliberately pursue these things, precisely ignored a most natural enjoyment?
Yes, human beings are too blind, when we follow the travel team as if a long line of travelers, go horseback riding in the overcrowded turn in the mountains and rivers, you in addition to press the shutter, and how much sense belongs to the interest of nature? You can be free to press the cell phone key code, you can skillfully send "E-mail", and at the same time you have lost a written letters, read the letter of nature, cordiality and joy, you live in a stylish new home, you have a sense of security at the same time, but a kind of bird in a cage of constraints, you! In the midst of a deliberate squandering of life's goods, you have lost the idleness and comfort of being a commoner.
The rain in the sky, the rain in the sky, this simple store at the edge of the city is a three-star, five-star hotel can have? This red, blue and white the same ordinary rain cloth knocked out of the glass tiles can not be replaced by the rhythm of the sound, the song of the rain painted how much imagination outside the beauty of goodness and warmth!
In fact, there is no need to deliberately pursue anything, accept the natural life is the most authentic flavor!
When I was a kid, I didn't like the rain, because it was raining, I couldn't go out to play, because it was raining, I had to put on heavy rain shoes, because it was raining, I would have to walk in the mud. ...... I only remembered that the rain was good for a little bit of mischief, you can use a toy gun to spray people out of the house. Growing up, I understand a lot, I know what the rain, rain from where to come, I also know that the rain was originally from ancient times is the darling of the literati, they compare the rain to cattle hair, compared to a fine needle, compared to the flying snow ...... they divided the rain into fine rain. Smoke rain. Sparse rain. Lin Yu ...... they write rain, "heavy rain fall" "small building one night to listen to spring rain" "drip to the sky" ...... None of them are rain. So I began to appreciate the beauty of the rain.
My favorite thing is to walk in the rain. The rain is thinly fluttering on the face, giving a faint coolness, the rain gently stained on the clothes, dense, soft, so that people feel that the bottom of the heart also surged a wisp of warmth. In the rain, alone with a flower umbrella walking, quietly watching the rain fall colorfully, quietly watching the rain diagonally scattered, quietly watching the rain covered the entire sky, occupying the entire earth, such as smoke, such as fog, like a dream, you will feel surrounded by everything is so warm, so soft. So, without realizing it, there is a maturity, there is a cleanliness, there is a contemplation.
When the mood is not good, the most hopeful pouring rain, bear the sound of rain impact on the eardrums, see the layers of rain curtains wash the earth, the heart of the trouble, it seems that with the mud on the ground a piece of the wash away, the chest was born of a wave of heroism. Heavy rain, just like life's ups and downs, trials and tribulations, after the storm, it will show the colorful bridge. Standing in front of the window, look at the lightning and thunderstorms, look at the "waterfall" tilt, let the wind blowing, then all just a kind of majestic and heroic atmosphere, when everything returns to calm, there will be a kind of heartfelt feelings.
The most wonderful thing in the rain is to listen to the rain. The ancients watch the rain a thousand flavors, but do not know to listen to the rain is also unique charm. Close your eyes and listen to the rain, it seems to play a majestic symphony; listen to the drizzle Ding Ding, and remember Bai Juyi wrote the "Pearls fall from the jade plate" of the best lines; listen to the rain before going to bed, vaguely, as if playing lullabies; wake up to the sound of the rain, but also inevitably there will be a "flower fall to know how much" feeling. "The sound of rain is noisy, the sound of rain is noisy, the sound of rain is noisy, the sound of rain is noisy. Rain noisy, rain cut, rain, such as spring flow, rain, such as whispers, rain, such as waterfalls, rain, such as singing, rain, rain, listen to the rain, wonderful in the unsaid.
Rain, is a magical thing, she can let a person have the sadness of slander and ridicule, but also let a person have a wine in the wind of the bravado, both to give people warmth, but also to give people a warm, both small bridges and flowing streams charm, but also the momentum of the thunderous thunder. Listen to the rain and watch the rain, none of them; rain, rain, each presented its own state, no wonder the ancients for the rain has a unique clock, so that it is not reduced for thousands of years, the charm still exists. So, every time it rains, I want to say: a good rain ah!
Outside the window, the rain pattered non-stop, silent weaving a smoke like a veil, the sky and the earth caged up. A few wisps of rain occasionally fell on his lips, cool, astringent, a sad feeling attacked his heart.
He held the umbrella, fast pace to the home, the alley can only hear the sound of rain, accompanied by a cold wind blowing in the face, he hit a cold war. At this time, he saw a dark shadow in the corner of the wall slowly squirming, while emitting a hoarse and low voice: "Help me - please -" He quickly walked over to the old man to help him up. saw the old man's face by the faint light. "How is he?" It was really a mistake, he remembered what happened a year ago.
A year ago, one afternoon, it was raining very hard, he rode his bike home, found the old man fainted at the intersection, and without saying a word, he sent him to the hospital. The old man woke up and grabbed him and wouldn't let go. He was so angry that his face turned blue, he had no choice but to take out 50 yuan to give the old man, he swore that he would never meddle in the future, but today, alas! How is it again this old man.
"Good man - help me -" the weak voice once again. He gave the old man a contemptuous look. Hmph, this kind of person is ungrateful. He lifted his head and looked off into the distance at a foggy haze. It was as if he saw the old man's cunning eyes in the hospital again, but at the moment, he saw dull eyes. He lifted his steps and walked away. What was left behind was the old man's heavy sigh. He took a few steps forward, the old man's faint voice came again, and his heart softened a little. Yes! People are not sage who can not be faulted, but ----- he was afraid that the old man would play tricks again. His thoughts wandering, before his eyes appeared barbaric and unreasonable people pitiful, he felt at a loss.
"Please, help me!" Two selves came into his mind, one said, "Help the old man by looking at him like that!" The other said, "Can't help him, deserves it!" His thoughts struggled fiercely. Finally, he took the old man to the hospital. "What's your name? Where does your family live?" The old man asked. "I'm the one who brought you to the hospital last year" he said. The old man froze and tears came to his eyes.
Rain, down more, the old man looked at the back of the far away, the guilt welled up in the heart ------
Walking in the Rain Diary 3Walking in the rain, heard the birds murmur, see the dog step group of stones, suddenly met the stranger, I am pleased to go.
The path was winding and bumpy. The sky is milky, like splashing more and more milk. The roadside is which gentleman, kindly planted some flowers and trees. I approached an unknown small tree, it is dark hair fluffy miscellaneous, push and shove each other, each other, only a long branch has been hanging to the ground, was covered by grass, as the so-called "pengtou wizards learn to tarpon".
Raindrops are crystal clear, clustered in the branches, like a large bright crystal fruit. If you can grab a large handful of children, straight to the mouth, the body must be very smooth! A burst of rain and fog blowing, flooded my feet, I suddenly want to ride the clouds, as you wish, a leap seems to be able to ascend to the sky, a stomp seems to be able to call the wind and rain beans into soldiers.
After the rain and fog, the grass seems to be much more lush. Grass green and yellow, black and purple, dark brown and light white, red and tender green, mixed colors, countless, look at people can not help but dazzled, marvel at the meaning of oil. Grasses are always close to each other, like mutual warmth of mangrove snakes. They little by little engulfed the fading flowers, cover up the size of the car drove through the marks, climbed a smooth rounded talus, showing infinite vitality.
Suddenly, a burst of rain accompanied by stormy winds, a large piece of rain drops in the arrogant wind in groups to fly and groups of overlap, roaming the sky, such as thousands of bees, cruising around for food, such as countless birds, friends and friends.
A few moments later, the rain was much smaller. The rain is pattering, intermittent, just like this, the ancient saying: "people in the picture", is really true.
I then returned the same way, back to the warmth of home.
Walking in the Rain Diary 4"Whew, annoying, having to go to school on a day like this!" I sulked inside.
The heavy rain - no, the downpour, that's what it was really sudden, before I could react to what was going on, the bean-sized raindrops came down on my face. There are a lot of vegetable sellers around here, and they are desperate to rush into the rain to rescue those poor vegetables that have been drenched into the "soup chicken".
I stopped when the red light came on.
I looked around absentmindedly, and inadvertently noticed a woman wearing a raincoat, riding a tricycle, and carrying a big umbrella, selling apples.
The apples were so tempting that I would have had to buy a few if I hadn't had no money with me.
"Blah blah blah, flop!" First, two apples fell off the car in pairs, followed by a scream from the big mom - the car overturned.
Maybe because the road is too slippery, the big mom held up twice and could not push the car up, but instead pushed the car to the center of the road, where the right turn lane was blocked.
A few drivers poked their heads out of the car windows and yelled, and the sound of the horn echoed the driver's unpleasant yells, which made her face red with shame, just like the tempting apple. She hurriedly exerted all her strength to push the car up, and hurriedly picked up one red apple after another.
"Now the passers-by can be greedy and cheap!" I muttered, "If only I could be there to pick up a few." I'm not jumping to conclusions, because I saw a couple of kids take a couple of apples while the mom was pushing her cart.
To my surprise, a few women picked up the apples that had rolled off their feet and put them in their tricycles, and the food vendors realized what was happening and dropped what they were doing to help pick up the apples.
The driver behind stopped his horn, as if he was afraid of disturbing this beautiful picture.
When the green light came on, I crossed the street, picked up an apple, put it into the tricycle, and couldn't help but blush when I remembered what I had just thought.
Walking in the Rain Diary 5
Walking in the rain, what a poetic thing to do, a dusk, after dinner, I began my walk again. Since a person walking in the shade of two lines of trees, and occasionally a car or two flew by, look at the tired birds never tire of seeing, quietly appreciate the sunset.
Accompanied by the sunset, suddenly two or three points of rain, small drops of rain on my clothes, hair, the ground was also dripping on a small water droplets, like a Picasso abstract painting, a house tile was rain, as if in the not a big rain before playing the prelude.
"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and it turned out to be lightning. Along with the lightning came a bean-sized droplet of water, right in front of my face, and I wiped it with my hand, which was very cool, and at the same time I realized - the rain is coming.
The rain got heavier and heavier, my hair got wet, and there were white spots on my clothes. I had to take shelter under a store. But the rain didn't allow me to go home.
The rain was so heavy that the tiles had been knocked out, and the tin in front of the store was clanking. The distant landscape wants a layer of pearl curtains to cover.
A grain of rain like a small child from the sky naughty jump down, just fell to the ground and popped into countless small droplets disappear, leaving only a circle back to the ripples, but also disappeared soon after.
At this point, I suddenly had a childish idea, can not do a crown before the water disperses? Thinking about it stretched out his hand attempted to start, perhaps God laughed at my stupidity, at this time I can not even catch a drop of water. I shook my head, withdrew my hands and gave up.
The rain gradually stopped, I walked on the path again ......
At this time, I suddenly remembered the hour also wrote a such articles, the teacher Herren approved: "Romance is good, but to prevent colds!"
At this point, I had the courage to retort: "Romance is certainly good, the cold is not ...... not ...... necessary, ah-choo!"