: Turtle Mountain listening to the rain
Long ago I wanted to climb Turtle Mountain, looking for that beautiful prayer I once left on Turtle Mountain.
It was more than twenty years ago, when I was studying in Shangzhou, on the weekend, a group of classmates met to climb the then South Qin Tortoise Mountain. On the mountain, my classmates asked me to write a poem and make a wish, especially a few female classmates who were in their prime. At the end of the day, everyone wrote a poem and made a wish. Students wish I do not know, only my wish "academic success, more money to honor my mother" became the topic of everyone touched, and was proposed by the students will be this magnificent wish sealed in the Turtle Mountain *** Daiya Ling that the ancient acacia, so that the green mountains to testify to the blessing of Turtle Mountain, the ordinary ordinary wish to be realized as soon as possible. But on the next day, I received a call that my mother was critically ill. When I rushed back to my hometown of Danfeng with tears in my eyes, crying in front of the hospital bed to tell me what I wished for my mother in Turtle Mountain, my mother's bloodless face showed a smile. Maybe it's the timely treatment, or maybe it's the filial piety that moves heaven, the blessing of Turtle Mountain, mother competed in a miraculous out of the ghost gate. As a result, my mother watched the TV that my son bought for her and wore the new clothes that my son bought for her. After so many years, Turtle Mountain has become a holy place in my heart. However, people are so strange, the more it is in the heart, but often far away looking at it, guarding it, thinking about it, Turtle Mountain will always be in my heart, not at my feet.
Turtle Mountain is not high, not as people imagine that high and steep, but like a giant turtle rising up to look at the Danjiang River, the spirit of blessing Shangzhou. Turtle Mountain is not dangerous, but often the mountain wiped micro clouds spit purple Lan, water live mountain streams blue, wood show birds pecking incense, a party of the beauty of the heart, spirit, eyes, body recreation resort, this is last night I wrote in my diary, I would like to use this to fish the appetite of friends, about a few confidants a piece of the mountain, I did not expect to get up early today, and it is the weekend do not want to disturb the friends, it is just a solo solo trip.
Along the newly rebuilt green stone road in Turtle Mountain, I would like to make the heavy footsteps into a long ruler, measuring the course of the hard work of Shangluo people in these years, measuring the measure of the beautiful Turtle Mountain is long high or long low. Walking like this, stepping on the green stone brick paved path, at this moment, the texture of the earth and the aura of Turtle Mountain let my feet also have a kind of sacred sense of affinity and awe. How can my gentle footsteps measure the former barren and thorny humanistic history of Turtle Mountain, how can I measure the rainbow flying over the mountain, the fairy pavilions, the birds and flowers of today's mountain green on the clouds, pine green and moonflower extension? I kissed the Turtle Mountain earth and grass aroma, a breath up the Turtle Mountain Square, look north, winding through the River Avenue, such as ants of vehicles and pedestrians in the non-stop wriggling, rows and rows of buildings bathed in the summer sunshine, seemingly incomparable majesty. At this time, with the affectionate gaze to comfort the dandelion beside me, with the soul of the tentacles to feel the magic of Turtle Mountain, calm and magnificent, with a grateful heart to savor the memory of the deserted mountains and wild hills, and now the ordinary people's recreational resorts, eco-paradise, this feeling, this state of mind, it is so wonderful ah!
The day suddenly changed its face, and the rain came as we walked. The sound of the wind, the sound of the rain, beside the eyes of the hazy Danshui around the city, in front of the eyes of the hazy green stone steps, the rain in the mountain road, the rain in the pavilion, like the poet flat and oblique lines of poetry, in the rain became classical and romantic up. Suddenly looked up, I saw a familiar face, she is I often meet an acquaintance in the state city, although until now do not know her last name what to do, but every time I meet her, I have a kind of affectionate warm feeling. Her thin face, especially the eyes, if in a dream I will step forward in her arms. The thought of my mother made me look at her without distraction every time I met her. She sometimes smiled at me, so happy ah, I also smiled at her, I do not know how she looked at me, but I know why I met her every time to lose their temper. The rain suddenly became heavier, probably because of my attitude surprised the old man, the old man fell in front of me. I was busy to go forward to help up, the old man's right foot sprained, well not a few steps to the promenade, to be the old man sitting steadily, I told her that I had worked in the pharmaceutical factory, know some of the treatment of bruises, so, I race magically like a mother for the old man as a sprained foot rubbing, see a face of the old man's eyes of the eyes of the uncomprehending welling up with tears, I forced a smile, accompanied by the sound of the rain with her to talk about her family life. Originally, the old man's home is at the foot of the tortoise mountain, and now on the good world, living a good life, the tortoise mountain also built a park, this has become a good place for the elderly friends to cultivate and exercise, I did not expect to go up the mountain early today, and catch the rain, accidentally fell and met me.
When I spoke to the old man about my mother, and said I had been here more than 20 years ago for my mother's wish, I was surprised to find that the old man on the face of the expression of the same year I rushed home to my mother's situation on the hospital bed, all of a sudden, my mind a blank, feelings of the floodgates can no longer block the buried in the heart of the tears, and in this way, in the Turtle Mountain, an old man and a young man, a pair of tears on a pair of Tearful eyes, interpretation of a true love and affection surging earthly poetry. This is really God's will! If I hadn't climbed Turtle Mountain, how could I have been so lucky to meet with the living "mother" in the Turtle Mountain that I had wished for, and if I hadn't encountered the living "mother", how could I have had such a strong sense of happiness, which is the Turtle Mountain for us ordinary people, and this is the Turtle Mountain for us ordinary people. This is the Tortoise Mountain of our ordinary people, this is the Tortoise Mountain of our ordinary people.
The rainy Tortoise Mountain is absolutely beautiful. Soft like fog rain fluttering, soaked wet the turtle mountain turquoise coat, newly repaired on the green stone road, inadvertently become more white up, moist air mixed with plants silk fragrance, refreshing, pine leaves in the wind and rain in the touch whispering, everything is so refreshing, so harmonious. However, the rain in Turtle Mountain comes and goes in the blink of an eye. After the rain, the sky looks extraordinarily clear, the air is clean and fresh as if filtered, especially those small flowers and grasses that have just been baptized by the rain, emitting a faint fragrance, a deep inhalation, the whole person is intoxicated.
A burst of crisp bird calls across the head, looking at the sound, a few white as snow clouds quietly climbed on the hill, the turtle mountain like just bathed in the beauty of the flavor, refreshing and pleasant. Birds in the bushes also seem very active, chattering like joking, like in the song. Suddenly two sparrows flying towards me, mouth gabbled I do not know what to say, just a distraction, the sparrow has stood on the opposite side of the emerald green clusters on the branches, like a pair of lovers snuggled together, the demeanor, that sweet call people have a kind of envy is difficult to name. And then a look, not far from the branches of a few pairs of birds, is just two sparrows flew to the place called, heh! Opposite the park under the newly renovated gallery there are a few pairs of young men and women snuggling, at this time I realized, birds are humane, birds also learn people in this fresh environment after the rain dating, in this case people and birds, birds and people, people and Turtle Mountain is how harmonious and beautiful ah. Turtle Hill ah Turtle Hill, which I do not know how many lovely beings are being nurtured, I do not know how many birds are building a new home, no wonder Turtle Hill Park since the opening of the Shangluo photographic circle emerged a group of watching the Danjiang River to shoot the birds of the small groups, no wonder many friends who have climbed the Turtle Hill said that the Turtle Hill has a lot of crisp and clear birds in the singing.
In the face of the luxuriant green Tortoise Hill, I was thinking that a bird has become the home of the Tortoise Hill, will be the ecological leisure paradise for the people of the state, especially after the rain Tortoise Hill.
Turtle Mountain to listen to the rain, raindrops, my mind in the clean sublimation, thoughts flying in the blue sky.
：Listening to the rain in the bamboo forest
The bamboo shakes the clear shadow of the clouds, the deep water of the forest softly surrounds people. The wind and the moon have no silk pipes, and the rain breaks the soul's dream of falling flowers. Fine raindrops, stepping on the dense, from the gap in the leaf sprinkled, will be a piece of spring light flow into a cool green. The new warm air, rippling shallow fragrance, smoke-colored season, quietly fall that a curtain of dreams. The cool fingertips touching the cold moist of the raindrops, the heart can not help but damp up, as if they are also with the rain, floating in the sky, free and cozy.
Following a cave xiao, into the rain flying bamboo forest, listen to the sound of the rain, how to let the bamboo tops of the green drops of dew, in the April of the fragrance of the shallow singing and murmuring? And how with the light wind, swept through the bamboo forest, so that thousands of bamboo branches *** dance clear shadow? Listen to the sound of the rain, how in the verdant deep bamboo shadow ripples, and the bamboo waves connected to the rhyme? And how in that quiet bamboo rhyme, surplus with the dark fragrance, so that the leaping sentiment climbing?
The watery sound of the xiao, stepping on the clear and lingering strings, in the dreamy zheng sound backdrop, dream porcelain like quiet and delicate. The gentle and clear rhyme, with the light and bright dripping light knocking rain, from the quiet and secluded place slowly came, flowing through the softest corners of the heart like clouds and water. The sound of the "warbler's voice" is like the music of heaven, making people become ethereal and pure.
There have been countless times when I have been trapped in this soft and ethereal sound, and my thoughts have flown with the dazzling sound. Let yourself along with the piece of feathers, through the curtain of mist and rain weaving mist, hold a finger warm and cool as jade raindrops. Into the depths of the verdant and secluded bamboo forests, see the ten thousand points of the wind and bamboo gently swaying, diagonal dance of the shadow, shaking the broken condensation dew drops green clouds of smoke. The grass is covered with green, covered with bright and clear raindrops, like the stars that fall from the sky, each one reflecting the verdant and green.
There have been countless times when I've thought about how to seek out a bend in the light, cross the thought of the red dust, in the dense forest of the shadow of the bamboo, standing in the wind. The most important thing to remember is that you can't be a good person and you can't be a bad person. Along the winding winding path, walking in the green bamboo mottled appendage green shadow, through the wash thoughts, breathing dark overflowing fragrance, holding a finger calm and leisurely, salvage years of clarity.
What kind of light heartedness is that? Those misty verdure, such as a pool of blue water, in the wash of green bamboo lingers, the sound of water, ripples and green clouds. In the smoke and mist of the depths of the bamboo incense, listening to the wind, ruffling the bamboo leaves and goose yellow bamboo shoots plucking the crisp, it seems like that a Que Que bamboo words clear rhyme, over the Tang and Song years, a wisp of ink sketch in the bamboo forest, flow of the dark fragrance.
Listen, the rain drops stepped on the broken footsteps, accompanied by a gurgling brook came a hundred times. The rain is falling, the ticking sound of the bamboo tips, leisurely knocking out a note of dewy green words. The crystal clear rain ruffles the strings of the bamboo leaves, leaning on the bamboo and singing. The first thing you need to do is to fold a piece of bamboo, take a finger and let the pipe pipe in the soft melody, flick the countless waves of the heart language, light leaping, dancing with the wind.
Think of how it is a woman in plain clothes, eyes like water, green temples like clouds, sitting in the depths of Shaohua, the heart like a lotus open, holding a jade piano, low eyebrows and head, whispering and warbling, the water sleeves gently raised, the hands of the sound, play down the clear and cool piano rhyme.
Think of what kind of long and handsome, folding fan and green clothes, look indifferent, waving a brush and ink painting orchid heart, only to wear the clouds, God traveled to the dome, love with the heart, the heart is like flowing water, the wonderful pen dickey, one step, Lin a section of light and delicate words of the bamboo shadow.
Think of how the verdant deep, overflowing dark incense, green lush, bamboo shadow horizontal sparse trailing movement, green shadow appendage, green full, branch shaking shallow, leaf condensation jade dew, quiet book high wind, light description of the bamboo joints, the wind dripping cool jade-colored cold green.
Think of the Xiaoxiang Museum outside of a pontoon of bamboo, whether or not full of rouge tears? The night is deeper and heavier, whether it is in that whispering and sighing in the wandering shadow of the bamboo? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place.
Listening to the raindrops and the wind knocking on the bamboo leaves, along with the cool green, slowly dripping into the drop full of bamboo leaves of the path, stepping on the soft, rustling sound. I remembered that there is "Do not listen to the sound of the leaves through the forest, why not chanting and walking slowly. Bamboo stick and shoes are lighter than a horse, who is afraid? A straw raincoat rain and smoke to be a life." In fact, the bamboo forest to listen to the rain, listen to but a yearning, a state of mind, a kind of peace of mind and clarity. In the thin and upright bamboo feel that a elegant and quiet, feel that a calm and unperturbed, feel that a heart of leisure and spontaneity.
With the sound of the piano in the depths of the bamboo forest, a handful of condensation of the green, and the wind to make a cup of tea, so that the piano rhyme accompanied by the fragrance of the green tea, in the bamboo leaves in the fading of all the hustle and bustle. Invite bamboo **** appreciation, with the wind singing bamboo, see the flowers blossom and fall, taste the bamboo shadow tea. Leaning on the bamboo, the moon murmuring, in the bamboo wind does not fold, over the rain does not stain the bones, to talk about the prosperous years of the tranquil state of mind.
: Silent night listening to the rain
Dashing rain, petal flower fly, lotus flower sob dew, a few pity. I used my ten fingers to sway all sorts of thoughts, borrowing the rain as ink, red for sign, piece into a que.
A gust of wind, the sky is a little dark, summer rain in our surprise, will be in a sad posture in the heart of the lonely rain to open. Look at the lotus leaves as if they were covered with mercury. Fast rain destroys the flowers, flowers with the rain, the wind over the rain like willow silk will be lightly surrounded by people. That rustle of falling raindrops dew on the lotus leaves, as if listening to a soft piano music.
Leaning alone in the window, staring at the night rain, those network beautiful beautiful text emerges in the mind, read the fragrance of your empty valley, read your delicate Song lyrics, read Nalan Seide true clear soul, tonight I want to get drunk in the words of the smoke wave. Think of the once tender words, think of the words just conceived not yet finished, waiting for the release, think of the words that make their heart broken. The heart is inevitably gloomy sadness, call no one to answer, the heart began to be attached to the indignation, tears instantly break down the dike. I feel that the raindrops are the tears that are silently flowing in my heart, and the sound of the rain is the sadness that I can't express.
Some people say that the rain is nostalgic, if you are a person who likes nostalgia, please listen to the rain quietly, let the rain wash away your inner fatigue, let the rain wash away your worries, let the rain wash away everything in the past, you will find a fresh you, this fluttering rain makes my heart poetic up. That falling raindrops dew on the ground like an umbrella flower doodle, an umbrella flower, hold open a clear sky.
In the rainy night I was looking for, looking for a person to read me, just like the night looking for light, I was looking forward to a spiritual attachment, do not ask for warmth, just want to get a response, as if someone knocked on the door of the wood, the infinite spring light will pour into the garden.
Listening to the rain, listening to this summer rain, can not be said, can only be understood.