Chapter 1: Rain in August I have been a rain lover since I was a child. There is a saying: "People who love rain are angels".
August, the season of sadness.
The rain in August, from time to time, is very heavy, as if to break the whole world and spread it out heavily; From time to time, like a girl crying, I was sad for a whole century. What a strong wind, messy hair, heavy rain, messy mood. As a result, let the passionate rain moisten the dust in my heart, and the sadness for no reason is more and more wanton in the slightly cool autumn wind. "Rain stains and flowers fall, red fragrance overflows", how sad! This night's rain, dripping, seems to be so clear bit by bit, seeping into my heart. How many people will, like me, get lost in the memory of this pouring rain and find no direction?
The rain in August, like this, has been raining, has been raining, has been raining, and it is endless and tireless, which has made people feel tired. Rain is like a thread, which is constantly cut, much like those inexplicable sorrows. What should I think so as not to be so sad? I really want to find a reason to live happier. But why? The most beautiful scenery always travels the fastest. Before everything happens, it has become the past, overlapping and writing countless memories. Those unforgettable but unforgettable memories always make people feel that they can go back to the past. So, we just stand and wait for the most beautiful scenery ... but it's far, far away. ......
The rain in August, so desolate, is still so beautiful, vague as if drawing a circle. What a beautiful rain! It's like someone is whispering! In the distant fairy tales, we watched the arranged endings and the perfect endings ..... For a long time, I thought: If all fairy tales can come true, how wonderful! Why are there so few opportunities and so much bitterness in reality? Many wishes are so close, but they cannot be achieved; So far away, but like in front of you. ......
So everyone is constantly looking for the fulcrum of their life, the next stop, and then the next stop. ......
Chapter 2: Rain Original Prose in August. In August, the rain has arrived. People often say, "The weather in August is like a grumpy child. It will change when you say it. " In this hot season, what I look forward to most is the next good rain. However, an experience in my hometown made me stop praying for rain.
The thing is, it's summer vacation, and my parents think it's too hot in the city, so they take me to Wenkuang Village, Daleng Township, Youjiang District for the summer. Hardly had I returned to my hometown when it began to rain. I'm so happy!
My mother was in high spirits when she saw me and showed me the river in the distance. I looked around and saw that farmers were busy harvesting rice, corn, peanuts and other crops in the fields by the river, and the dam head was also very busy. It's raining, and the farmers wear straw hats and continue to work, without stopping to hide from the rain. I asked my mother, "It's raining. Why don't they go home to shelter from the rain? " My mother said earnestly, "there are many kinds of crops in the gentle area along the river." When the rainy season comes, the river rises and many fields are flooded. If you don't grab the harvest as soon as possible, these crops will be washed away by the water, and the hard work of that year will be in vain. " Ah, I just realized how difficult it is for farmers! At this time, I hope the rain will stop.
In the days of my hometown, I always see such a scene: as long as every household can shelter from the rain, there are rice hanging outside the house. One day, I saw my grandfather take the electric fan out of the back room and blow it at the rice on the ground. I quickly asked, "Grandpa, Grandpa, what are you doing?" Grandpa came up to me and said, "My dear granddaughter, our rice harvest has been home for several days. It's been raining. Without the sun, the rice will be moldy and germinated after being piled for a long time. " I use an electric fan to cool them down. "After listening to my grandfather's words and smelling the fragrant rice sent by the fan, I prayed silently in my heart: Rain, stop quickly, the sun will come out soon!
Chapter 3: Rain Yuan prose in August has always been most impressed by the rain in August, not only because August is the rainy season, but also because it is often the most touching.
After work, I dragged my tired body and mind and walked alone on my way back to school. The bustling crowd and the neon world made me feel even worse. I finished smoking the remaining half cigarette in my hand, and the wound in my heart ached faintly, so I shuttled through the arena of love and hate alone, letting my thoughts gallop.
It seems that laughter and happiness around me have nothing to do with me. The rain kept falling, as thin and messy as a cotton candy silk held by a little girl, dripping on my messy hair. I feel that my heart is put in a puddle on the road, and the bright red blood slowly penetrates into the puddle and then turns red. I begged them with desperate eyes, tears have blurred my eyes, but no one paid attention.
I have forgotten those so-called happiness, I have forgotten their names, and I have even forgotten their taste. Stepping on the puddle after the rain, I feel so lonely. Perhaps the more lonely you are, the more you can see those so-called meaningful vows. Whose heart is torn to pieces by happiness, who keeps saying love to whom? We don't blame fate for giving us more eternity, but we all forget to give him an eternal deadline.
I admit that at the moment when happiness fell, I was too slow to catch the fragments of happiness, and finally I could only kiss the promises I left behind. A person pieced together those happy fragments on the edge of loneliness.
You are like the sand in my hand, slowly disappearing from my hand. I really should hold you in my hand and stick you in my heart, so that I won't lose the person I love most!
The rain in August washed away my loneliness. How can I let you into my life? Do you feel lonely with him?
The rain in August is eating away at my thoughts. In what mood should I write down my love? Who should I give my love paper to?
August rain drops in my dressing room, but my heart is cold. What should I use to warm my trembling body and what should I use to bond my broken heart?
Let this August rain take away my loneliness, find the sustenance of my soul, and let my thoughts fall with the rain ...
Chapter four: I don't know whether the rain in August should be overt or subtle, so he thinks so.
If you want to know what it wants to say, listen carefully:
"I don't have the generosity of summer rain, nor the softness of autumn rain. This nondescript season also shaped my nondescript character.
Sometimes I am cheerful, tapping the green keys bit by bit and playing beautiful music, which may seem a bit messy to people, but only by listening attentively can we appreciate his beauty.
Sometimes I will play a little temper and fall on others, making them laugh and cry, and I don't know whether to accept me or reject me.
Sometimes I will be very depressed, fall to the ground without joking, and quietly think about whether the ending of that love in the world is happy or sad. Shuihua read my mind. He said: "Everyone has his own destiny, which cannot be changed." Yes! Forget it.
Perhaps I am mysterious, freely shuttling between the vast heaven and earth, and the flickering voice leaves people with infinite reverie, which makes my mysterious conception incisively and vividly.
I am not as precious as spring rain; Not as ostentatious as summer rain; Not as gentle as autumn rain; It is not as simple as winter rain. I am me, unpredictable rain in August. "
Listening to the rain, I thought deeply. Everyone has his own destiny, and everyone should be himself.
Blind pursuit of so-called perfection;
Imitate the so-called perfect person;
Finally, throw away your original self.
Pathetic! Pathetic!
How hard it is to find yourself!
Be yourself-the most beautiful self.
The rain in August has personality, so I also have personality! What about you?
Chapter 5: Holding hands with the rain in August, the rain in August gently wetted the eyes of the years, and a lonely poet and two crazy girls wandered in the street, reminding people of the leisurely paper kites in the sky. At noon, ladybug-like taxis rowed into the snack bar from one end of the town; A pot of rice noodles, a topic about life, romantic and comfortable for an hour. ...
The rain is still falling, and the raindrops beat on the water surface, illuminating the shadow of Lianer, keeping the cruise ship away from the noisy shore, stranded in the middle of the lake, listening to the flowers, watching the birds fall with the raindrops and snuggling away from the silence of the world; Unload the busyness of life, unload the crazy long rings, and the heart will take off gently. Putting the boat under the white practice of the waterfall and the splash of jade beads, the screams were accompanied by thrilling surprises and pleasure, as if instantly repelling all the troubles and old trivia. Isn't this the life we are pursuing?
However, at that moment, we instinctively avoided it, and then, we regretted it! "Why can't we freeze at this thrilling moment?" Then it is eager to find; Once, twice, three times, there is no surprise, heartbeat, joy, arrogance that I experienced for the first time. Then close your eyes, sing, talk about novels and read poems. Although it has begun to rain, not many people are willing to come here. Then sing to the soft dusk after the rain, telling us a carefree mood.
Chapter 6: The rainy season in August slowly passes by in the long river of years, and the wind blows. In a blink of an eye, the days of July have drifted away like clouds. In August, the sky began to cry, dripping on the windowsill, infiltrating the thoughts of this season. summer Miss rainy season. The sound of falling rain is the beating note of this season, nourishing the coolness of this summer. The rain in August seems to be sad, peaceful and missing. When the rain falls on the gardenia, when the rain knocks on the window, when the rain falls on the boundless sky, you make me miss you more and more. It rained cats and dogs, and my thoughts spread. ...
Many years ago, in the summer of August, there was no special heat, quiet night, comfortable and serene. A breeze and a summer rain moistened this comfortable summer. Calm down, listen to the rain, feel different silence, open the CD, put the sound in a gentle and soothing melody and enjoy it for a while. Perhaps, only at this moment can we feel inner peace, and our thoughts are undisturbed, concise and far-reaching.
Dear, you later said that you like this kind of rain, because you can hold you to sleep when it rains. Obviously, you also like the tranquility in this raindrop, or it is more crisp and particularly comfortable. Honey, it rained here tonight. What about you? ! ……
Fragrance, comfort, rain, night, music ... there seems to be a lot more, related to memory, related to you, related to I miss you.
Familiar melody, seemingly the same words, but write different artistic conception. The dripping rain, blooming in the air, condensed this season's thoughts and spread infinitely. I know, I can't stop thinking about you. I don't know if you can feel it. I was thinking about you. ...
A few fleeting years, countless sorrows, endless time. Silently guarding the past, the unbearable years, the unbearable thoughts and sadness. It's another August, but many years later, I'm the only one in August, remembering and missing. I don't know if you're okay now. I really want to hold you in my arms. I really want you to kiss my face gently, and I really want the smell that belongs only to you. I really want to bless you face to face, but this miss can only be kept in my heart silently.
Dear, I wish you happiness forever ... I love you forever-Xiang (written in August11) (read this article after 2051year) has been sealed for 40 years. A memory, a fortune,
Chapter 7: Autumn in August has just begun, and the wind suddenly comes, taking away the heat of summer, and the footsteps of cool autumn rain follow. The autumn wind messed up a pile of letters on the table, and the autumn rain wet the girl's eyes. This is a melancholy season. The girl broke the knee of a paper crane, smoothed it, crushed it, threw it into the wind, and fell to the ground, mottled and full of autumn grievances. The girl lifted her delicate face, a drop of tears, a pretty face, such as jade beads, a rainy day in August, a lonely girl's heart.
The girl turned her eyes gently out of the window. A buttonwood tree that has just built a dripping eaves this year, its plump leaves make love and dance in the wind and rain. Then, a tile fell from the eaves, fell into the puddle, and broke with a crisp sound.
The ceramic tile is falling, and the girl is so nervous that she can't take her eyes off it. She gently holds her flustered heart with her wrist, until the crisp voice comes, and the graceful posture on the windowsill is slightly numb, as if the ceramic tile didn't fall to the ground, but fell on her heart; It seems that the wind and rain are beating, not flapping on the plane blades, but falling in her heart. Oh, girl, are you afraid that the autumn wind will blow off the green leaves of the yellow tree? Are you afraid of hearing the sound of dripping water? Or does a little autumn rain remind you of the past?
The wind is the moan of love between heaven and earth, and the rain is the tears of clouds.
Winding streams, field paths, frogs croaking in the forest, pheasants' feather wings, bells shaking under the calf's neck, … sigh one thing, frown one thing, sigh clouds and cry. A river, a mountain, a desk and a pair of eyes as charming as the stars and moons are full of worries and thoughts.
Mountain road, yellow umbrella, green skirt, white hands. ...
In the ravine, alfalfa is in full bloom, white, Su Hong, yellow and brilliant. Sunflower lowered its heavy head. On the branches, finches bit their necks in pairs, sang sad songs, shook off the clear rain and flew around. The rain beads fell on the petals of wild chrysanthemums, rolling like tears, crystal clear. The swallow patted the blue butterfly and smiled gently.
In that mountain, sorghum is like a flame.
The girl smoothed her long hair, and when she looked back, the rainbow fell on the mountain stream, with a clear spring at one end and a skirt at the other.
Fog rises from sorghum fields, wind and smoke ripple in the fields, passing over the yellow leaves of red apricots and magpies' newly changed feathers, reflecting the clear spring, and the wind and fog are like gauze. Smoke drove the cow across the stream, and the pug yawned for a long time with his eyes narrowed. Why can't it sleep?
In the wilderness after the rain, everything is so charming.
Sad songs when crying, watching angelica from a distance.
Beauty passed without leaving a love letter.
Chapter 8: The rainy season in August passes slowly in the long river of years, and the breeze blows gently. In a blink of an eye, autumn has drifted away like a cloud.
The long-lost heavy rain arrived as scheduled, and the majestic trend was hard to see. Sparse, crackling, broken-winged angels degenerate into dust, ethereal wandering in the haze. Kuitun, a small town outside the Great Wall, is unique because it is baptized by wind and rain and drunk by Kuihe River.
The rain in August seems to be sad, peaceful and missing. When the rain falls on the lotus, when the rain knocks on the glass window, when the rain falls on the boundless sky, the rain in August makes me miss it more and more. After so much rain, my mood is really tangled.
When it rains, sometimes it rains in Mao Mao, sometimes it is as dense as a feather, and sometimes it is as dense as a net. I am used to sitting by the window and staring at the rain in the distance. The rain is so gentle, trees, flowers, houses and expectations hidden in the rain.
When it rains, listen quietly. The color in the dream is the autumn color of the garden in August this season, and how many flowers have fallen. The eaves are dripping, the moonlight is full of skirts, and I think of the sigh when the flowers fall. Quietly watching, choosing simple and unhappy seclusion, a word, a poem, bit by bit, fell into my heart, colorful dreams, floating in the wind, falling in the rain. August day on the earth, the falling rainy season, got wet and sighed.
When it rains, flowers fall from one tree to another. With the sound of rain, they fall lingering and fall into the bottom of my heart. Yesterday, fireworks were in full bloom, and twinkling meteors were scattered in the night sky, waiting for a thousand years. The beauty of floating rain left countless human joys.
When it rains, the author is used to opening the door of dusty memory and letting go of some worries. The former laughter and laughter washed away a little sadness in the rain at this time. The rain in August is a continuation of missing, lingering in my heart.
When it rains, I am used to listening quietly, examining myself over and over again, and listening to my heart telling me the deepest language. ...
When it rains, I like to be alone quietly, and I like the beauty of drizzle blooming quietly like autumn. Occasionally, when it rains, I look up at the sky outside the window alone through the window, enjoying the dribs and drabs of life in this artistic conception with soothing melody and the sound of drizzle. ...
The sound of rain, graceful breeze, gently moving footsteps. The light rain is very touching, very touching, listening to the light rain under the buttonwood tree on the street. Door and window glass is the echo of raindrops, for a long time, like finely divided time.
On a rainy day, the rain fell all over the floor, and all kinds of rain were cool, and the line of sight gradually blurred, smiling in the wind and rain, and the past could not be pursued.
However, in the intermittent rain, there are inexplicable thoughts lingering. Are there some things that should be put aside? Are there some moods that need to be changed? I've thought about it for a long time, but I haven't met them yet. Maybe it's just an idea
Intermittent rain is a beating note in this season, nourishing the coolness of summer in 20 14.
Looking at the lush trees outside the window, I can't help but want to go out for a walk. The author is thinking that the air after the rain will be very clear, and it will smell of earth and grass, which will make people feel relaxed and comfortable. The rain has gradually stopped, and it is more comfortable to smell the smell of grass and earth than the smell of flowers.
The wind is sad, the rain is raining, the heavy rain has stopped, and the light rain has come again. It is said that the scenery in Xinjiang is good, the rain is continuous and beautiful, the girls are looking at the lake with umbrellas, the fish are playing in the water, and the artistic conception of the Great Wall. Scholars in past dynasties have described many things. Today's Western Region is also a poetic place, which reminds me of "Jiangnan is everywhere beyond the Great Wall", a beautiful song that makes people enchanted.
Accustomed to watching the sunrise at night on the roof, accustomed to listening to the early morning bell in the street, let the fine sunshine and colorful mottled spots leave an indelible mark on my body.
The light rain in August seems to be still floating in that season, moving slowly, walking with the wind, getting wet one by one, falling flowers all over the ground, and the trees are covered with patches of red and pink grass.
Autumn in August, blue sky and white clouds, sunny, birds and flowers. This is the harvest season, and the fruits are fragrant. Orange-red Yuan Ye, a busy scene, people coming and going, shuttling machinery, cattle carts traveling far away, frolicking children and flying birds constitute a beautiful picture of Yuan Ye in autumn. The author stood at the foot of Kuitun City, relishing this beautiful picture for a long time and imagining this harvest season.
In August of autumn, I saw the jujube forest full of particles and thorns, which experienced the cycle of four seasons and produced happy fruits, just like people in the western regions experienced the wind, frost, rain and snow environment and lived in the western regions year after year. With the spirit of "hard-working, not afraid of hardship", it is a spiritual flower that never fades on the land of the western regions.
In autumn and August, the author is waiting. Friends from afar and long-standing friendship are like a blooming flower that never fades. In August of autumn, the author lay under the yellow maple tree, thinking of friends far away and the days when we were together. Those innocent friendships, like maple leaves, fall neatly on the leisurely grass without any stains or rot, and are as complete as the friendship that people have hidden for a long time.
August in autumn is a rainy season, which is both an experience and an enjoyment. Rainy days are ordinary, ordinary. When you relive the past, you will find that rainy days are doubly precious. Rainy days are full of sadness and joy. Every time it rains, there will be a touching story.
In August of autumn, small raindrops floated across the windowsill, inadvertently knocking on the author's heart, so the sound of raindrops colliding with the ground became a string of notes. With a moment of warmth, I have a guitar and a moist heart, directing an endless heart rain, and then silently kissing the autumn that comes from Shanshan.
In August of autumn, the author walked silently on the streets illuminated by neon lights. Colorful street lamps are like a picture scroll, blooming with beautiful stars and the moon. Through the night of August, people quietly appreciate the beauty of August, the scenery beyond the Great Wall in August, and the life like a song in August. ...