Rain outside the window: the first one
"Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. " The great poet Du Fu once described the spring rain in this way, making it slightly charming. When I was a child, my greatest pleasure was to appreciate the rain, appreciate the gesture of the rain and savor the interest in the rain. ...
My childhood in memory was spent in the countryside with my grandmother. In the countryside, there is no noise, no roar of cars, only more green, which belongs to spring. In green spring, rain is a unique landscape. The drizzle, the general contractor contains a mystery, like smoke and fog, but also reveals a little leisure, like an old man. I always lie on the windowsill, immersed in the white rain and fog, feeling the fun, and it took me a long time to come to my senses.
Childhood is always naive and lively. Attracted by the spring rain, I simply ran out of the door and stood in the rain, enjoying the rain and feeling the rain. The rain is as light as a fallen leaf, as thin as a needle tip, bit by bit, in strings, gently falling on the deep path and on my face.
The rain is still hovering underground. Following the footsteps of the rain, I went straight ahead and reached the depths of the village. Unexpectedly, I found many unknown flowers standing proudly in the rain. Although there is no momentum of letting a hundred flowers blossom, they are persistent in striving for perfection. "When a flower meets rain, it is another kind of lycopene," I thought. The flying spring rain covered the earth with a dreamy veil and entered thousands of households with the poetry of "misty rain is dark"; Bright flowers stand out in the hazy world and decorate the earth with colors. Rain and flowers fall smartly and grow hard. The two are integrated, so beautiful! How beautiful! I can't help applauding. Surrounded by flowers, I am jumping ... I am very excited to see such a beautiful scenery.
When I was a child, I came and left. Now, I have gradually matured, and I no longer have the interest in cultivating my temperament in the rain and watching the dispute between flowers and rain, but I have gained an understanding of rain. Writing and writing, I deeply feel the longing for spring, just looking out the window and enjoying myself as deep as spring rain alone. ...
Rain outside the window: chapter 2
Everyone has heard of flower viewing, so enjoy the moon! But who has ever heard of enjoying the rain?
Then enjoy the rain with me!
One afternoon in midsummer, the burning sun baked everything on the earth mercilessly, and the earth was so hot that it seemed to be covered by a huge steamer, which made people breathless.
The blue sky is dotted with a few white clouds, which is really white! It is as white as fresh snow, white and wet; It's so quiet that you can't feel it flowing. The dazzling white clouds are different in shape and magnificent. However, God said it would change, and suddenly a cool breeze blew, and then the dark clouds came down and became much darker. At present, the fire is fierce, the thunder is loud, and the storm is falling from the sky.
It's raining and the wind is blowing, and there is an incomparably wide bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth. I sat by the window and watched the rain drop by drop. I don't know if the naughty brother Xing made Sister Yun cry. Sister Yun cried very sadly, and her tears fell to the ground. They didn't stay well, but they jumped into a thirsty grass. The grass drank a little tears, immediately raised its head and straightened its chest. Little tears jumped on the leaves of a big tree, and the uncle of the big tree drank a little tears and suddenly became full of energy. Sister Yun still cried and cried, and her tears brought fresh air.
After a while, the rain stopped, and the earth that had just been washed by heavy rain was particularly vibrant. I saw the magnolia trees outside the window are full of lovely magnolia flowers. Under the wind, the magnolia tree seems to be a beautiful girl dancing, and the flowers float from time to time. That scene is really intoxicating.
I breathe the fresh air after the rain, and I feel really good. After the rain, flowers are more beautiful and grass is greener. We should take good care of flowers and trees, so that our city will become more beautiful!
Rain outside the window: the third rule
To be exact, rain is not life, but the most vivid and aura life. Its arrival makes everything interesting.
At first, it was gloomy and covered the earth with gray, giving people a dull feeling. The world can be said to be a mess. And the room is stuffy-it was like this before it rained. The sky seems to be venting, and it is getting darker and darker, making people unable to distinguish between day and night. Pedestrians on the road are also in a hurry, so the dark sky also indicates shanghai dawn.
Then it rained, which was different from what I expected-light rain. Dribble, splash. God seems to prefer to vent little by little, but it takes a long time. So the light rain will not stop. This is a good time to enjoy the rain.
Everything is vague and hazy. The phrase "three hundred and eighty halls in southern dynasties, many towers in misty rain" is the most appropriate one to use now.
It's raining like pine needles, like cow hair, and it falls-no, no, no, it should be sprinkled on the grass, and the tip of the grass will get wet; Sprinkle it on the tree, and the treetops are wet; Sprinkle it on the flowers and the petals will get wet. It's really "moistening things silently"!
Rain outside the window: Chapter 4
After dusk, it began to rain quietly, and soon, the ground in the yard was wet. Spring rain is silent at first, but silence is better than sound, and it touches people's heartstrings. People are looking forward to the first rain in spring for a long time!
The first person to hear the footsteps of spring rain is a bird living on the top of Huashan Mountain. They reported the good news of the spring rain in a quick and cheerful tone. Now, through the intermittent spring rain, you can vaguely hear the bursts of joy from Sunshine Square to Hongshixia, and you can hear the sound of millions of heartstrings. Du Fu's poem: "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." This spring rain really seems to know the season and our good season. He came at the right time, the soil was waiting for it, and a hundred flowers were waiting for it. From last winter to this spring, Yulin has a dry climate, no rain and few snowflakes. I only see light snow two or three times a day. Although many wintering plants have never suffered from drought, they drank the clear "drinks" from reservoirs and wells. However, in any case, it is not as sweet as spring rain.
The spring rain also washed away the flying dust and dust. When you walk under the eaves, you will already feel a fresh air coming into the yard with moisture. Let the rain fall on your face and hands between your hair, and you will feel particularly fresh and cool. If you taste it carefully, it seems that you can still get a little fragrance. Although there is no winter jasmine in the yard. For people's psychology, don't you always need a spring rain to wash away some dust and dust it pollutes? Maybe they haven't caused you any pain for the time being. Maybe they are used to it. Maybe they have unconsciously eroded your skin, destroyed your blood and piled up into a garbage dump. Maybe they have been cleaned up, but when you let your guard down, "wildfires will not completely devour them, and they will grow taller again in the spring breeze." ... then, let a new spring rain wash them clean.
The spring rain is still falling, falling. Rain touches people's heartstrings and sounds like rain. ...
Rain outside the window: Chapter 5
One morning, I was reading with great interest. Suddenly, the sky pressed up. I looked out of the window and said, "Ah! Dark clouds in the sky seem to float from the northeast, just like countless vehicles passing in front of my eyes. "
Suddenly, only dark blue lightning rumbled. Scared me to hide in the quilt and dare not speak. It seems that the rain in Mao Mao today is heavier than last night. Today's rain is a bit, blowing away the summer heat and welcoming the coolness. People gathered in the street, holding each other's words, and walked out of the stuffy room to meet the incomparable coolness.
In the rain, small trees and grass are shaking their bodies, as if to say, "We are not afraid, how cool it is to take a bath!" " Let the storm come more violently! "In the rain, they look greener. Ha, the sound of rain is getting smaller and smaller, only the sound of rain like a bell is heard.
Rain splashed on the ground, causing ripples. Like an elf jumping in the water, and like a rhythmic note. I believe that the crops will grow sturdily after the rain, and on this beautiful day, these scenery have become beautiful and melodious music; It has merged into a harmonious picture.
The rain gradually stopped and a beautiful rainbow appeared in the sky. Houses, trees and roads were all washed away by the heavy rain.
Rain outside the window: Article 6
In the coming early summer, the rain actually caught up with the last bus in spring, which made me very lucky to tell my feelings about the rain at the end of spring. Since ancient times, many literati have been sad for autumn, and what is sad is the coolness and rain in autumn. What about spring? What is the attitude of rain in the spring when everything is born?
Fall in love with the delicacy of this spring rain. It doesn't rain much in spring, but it is always dense, which makes people only look at a rain curtain in front of them and block their sight. Silky raindrops beat on the glass window, and the crisp sound was like a bell on a girl's wrist. It was tinkling and sweet, so I couldn't stop listening attentively. With the beautiful timbre, I entered another realm to enjoy the fun of "This song should only be in the sky, how can it be heard on earth?"
Fall in love with the coolness of this spring rain. The coolness of spring rain is not as cold as autumn rain. Like a girl's tears, it is cool and slightly soft, which makes people feel very comfortable. Raise your head and let the cool rain drop on your face, just like the gentle touch of a girl's soft hand. Every pore on your cheek is slightly open and you can enjoy the supreme gentleness given by God.
Fall in love with the tranquility of this rainy night. I don't know whether it is the rendering of the night or the infiltration of the rain. Rainy nights are always as quiet and peaceful as sleeping babies. The only sound that can be heard is the "rustling" sound of the rain, and this only sound is quieter this night. On this quiet rainy night, I sat by the window with my chin in my hand, as if listening to something. Just looking at the motionless figure and the emptiness in the eyes, I knew that my thoughts had already drifted away and I didn't know which quiet corner to rest in. Just sitting quietly, my mind is empty.
I like rain. I always like to walk into the dreamy sky in rainy days and embrace the romance given by God in cold or gentle rain. Let the rain slowly slide down your cheeks and enjoy the pleasure of rain washing your skin. It's just that a person's rainy season is inevitably lonely. If there is a like-minded person to accompany him, he doesn't need to go with the flow, just a quiet stare or gossip, which is perfect.
Rain outside the window: chapter 7
The rain dripping from Zhejiang hangs slowly and gently between heaven and earth like a curtain; It is also like a mother's dexterous hand, silently and selflessly dressing up the earth. The rustling rain sounds like silkworms chewing mulberry leaves, like heaven and earth whispering.
The gentle May rain falls from the gray sky, without the exultation of Beethoven's symphony and the smoothness of Schubert's serenade, but falls carefully and gracefully. Rain is shining, like an infinite transparent temple of the soul, full of endless worries, ordinary and great. Rain is sweet, sweet, delicate and gentle, without the indifference of autumn rain and the rudeness of summer rain. The earth is shrouded by it, like a hazy poem left by a poet. The fields are green and the seedlings stand upright, so we applaud them. The ducks in the pond flapped their wings happily, "quack" and she sang for it; The weeping willows by the pond shook their flowing long hair and offered love to it. There are pearls left by it on the green leaves, and traces touched by it on the rape flowers. The soil has its weak body, and the air is filled with its pure fragrance. It is everywhere, all over the earth, and its touch is so soft and kind, just like the love my mother gave me when I was a child.
Rain flower splashed on the gravel and suddenly opened, full of beauty and hope. The rain merged into a clear stream, in a gentle and quiet place, with silent feelings ... nourishing flowers and plants and cultivating towering trees. It doesn't show off at all, it just comes and goes quietly, and no one knows it. However, I don't know how many spring buds it awakened and how many trees of hope it watered!
"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." Under the silent nourishment of rain, the earth is full of flowers and green grass. Sacred, it only brings people the breath and hope of spring again and again. But don't care about your own gains and losses. It feeds the newly sprouted grass, the fruit trees that are about to bloom and the green willows with sweet milk. I don't want to be eager to show my achievements like Xia Yu, and I don't want people to remember myself mercilessly like Qiu Yu. It just does great and ordinary things day after day, year after year-nourishes everything.
I listened to the rain. The reverence in my heart arises spontaneously. Listen, I saw the incarnation of Teacher Yu. How many times have "moistened things silently" helped Miao straighten her waist; How many times have you carefully carved the dust and mud on rough jade? Teachers, like mothers, are amiable and take care of us. Teachers are like the sun, loving and selfless, illuminating us with the sunshine of knowledge. Close your eyes, I seem to have joined the fluttering ranks, gently and softly falling from the sky, selflessly nourishing thirsty seedlings and thirsty hearts. ...