Spring rain, from the morning to the afternoon is so careless down. Fine rain like crisp, wet the ditch side of the weeds on the flowers, wet the field of green wheat seedlings. Look away, like a light smoke scattered, to the village townships dash on the faint ink; see in front of you, such as spring yarn indistinct, the eaves of the slow drop of water in the sky, mulberry outlet wet body, pear blossom with the rain smile, beautiful flowers and flowers no bees and butterflies disturbed.
Look at the near and far, the rain rustle, the rain landscape is like a picture.
Human beings are the sons of nature, as long as we are pious and reverence for nature, whether it is the sun, moon and clouds, or wind, rain, snow and dawn, can be a beautiful scene.
Walking in the breeze and rain, let's feel the Southern Song Dynasty poet monk Zhinan that "Wet clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, blowing the face is not cold willow wind" fastness.
Pick a few spots and savor the fun of the rain and wind.
Pond water, sesame-sized water beads gently jumping, mist misty, a few petals of fallen flowers rippling; riverbanks, the avenue, willow reed grass condensation jade, crystal clear shake want to fall; air, the swallows play fog, through the small building, a few warblers to avoid the rain and fight for the shade of the trees, chirping never stop.
In the suburban park, the bamboo bath, lawn fresh, the face of the mom flow clear dew, still hot discussion of the square dance; spring yarn accompanied by a pretty girl line, umbrella smile praise the rain scene; men coat stained with water do not know, pointing to the past; have "Qingming Festival rain has been on the road pedestrians want to break their souls" atmosphere. The first time I've seen this, I've seen it in the past, and I've seen it in the present. However, nowadays, there are restaurants everywhere, only lack of " shepherd boy pointing to the village of apricot blossoms " that mild and vivid painting. But a little more vibrant scene.
Truly wet apricot rain, love from the rain.
In the face of this picture of the spring breeze and rain, I remembered the great poet of the Tang Dynasty, Du Mu wrote Jiangnan Spring. "
This poem is written out of the Jiangnan spring scenery colorful and rich, but also wrote it vast, deep and confusing, especially the line " how many buildings in the smoke and rain " fascinating, mesmerizing! In front of us, we are faced with the "rainy and smoky buildings" is not the Southern Dynasties temple, but countless villagers home to the pink walls and tiles of small houses, as well as the city of the overlapping skyscrapers, schools and hotels, which are also full of poetry and picturesque, mesmerizing.
In the afternoon, the rain gradually stopped, the sky lit up a few red clouds, the next, perhaps, is the "rain after the sun shines on the grass, the swallow play the evening wind do not want to go home" scenario?