In winter, memories of rain are intermittent, like cut-outs without coherence. Tonight, it came suddenly, without warning, without cause, stabbing me, reminding me from afar of some hidden realities and some newborn illusions.
Because of the planting of seeds, there are few idle farmers in the spring, and the streets and shopping malls of the town are much cooler.
The spring rain in the northern town came in a very reserved manner in anticipation.
It started out as a misty, as if just waking up from a light sleep, yawning and confused with a vague dream of love. After a dry winter, the brown fields were anxious and restless, and breathed a moist flavor. This rain is like a leisurely spit a mouthful of aroma, this aroma curls through the north of the dry hard stone streets, to the town hanging colorful signs in front of the small grocery store, someone poked his head out, and then shouted: "Rain is coming! The rain is coming!"
The silence of the alley was punctuated by the sound of creaking doors, stomping feet, and noisy pleasantries.
In the drizzle, farmers in twos and threes bent down and got busy, this kind of hairy rain can't stop them from laboring, but this rain makes their hearts much more glad.
Supporting a hoe, touching a handful of damp hair, tilting the head to look at the sky, the heart is looking forward to this rain until dusk, down to the late night to come.
When the spring rains come, there is a happy scene everywhere, the season of sowing, sowing hope, is a sign of harvesting a full harvest.
Gazing at the clear joy contained in the eyes of the elders, can not help but people's hearts overflow with a kind of impulsive feelings.
Silent spring rain, give the heart endless warmth.
Summer rain is really like a child.
I never wear an umbrella in the rain, just like I never wear sunglasses in summer.
I like the rain to fall straight down on me, drenching and drenching my wild enthusiasm, pressing my shallow smugness into the damp ground, like the rain to pay no attention to the sadness of my moods, like the rain to take no account of my inexplicable crankiness and astringent bitterness.
My tears had poured out with the rain.
It was a summer afternoon.
I got a call from him.
On the other end of the line he said to me in a very cool, very calm tone, as if he had practiced it many times, "We're not right for each other."
I remember that moment as the biggest rain of my life.
The boy I thought was perfect for me said to me that we weren't right.
I was 18 that year.
I stood in the rain for an hour looking at the green curtains drawn over the window of his dormitory.We had agreed that when the curtains were drawn, he was waiting for me.That day the curtains were drawn, and the person waiting was not me.
I looked at the green curtains drawn and drawn in the rain. I don't know which girl he was hinting at his love with, all I knew was that his love was no longer mine.
I gave the recollection of my first love to the sharp rain that afternoon.
The rain gave me back three days in bed.
Three days later, the rain was still coming down tirelessly, I climbed up and plunged headlong into the rain, rushed to the barber store that I never go to and cut a head of short hair, wore a wet short hair as soon as I walked into the door of the dormitory, it caused an exclamation of surprise: eyebrow, you're so cool!
What's good is not only the hair, but also the heart, it is clear like the flute in the rain, through the confusion of love; it is like I missed the break of an orchid fine china plate, in the rain and the past imagined the completion of the crisp sound, goodbye.
How did the fall rain come quietly?
I sat on the steps of a small village temple covered with decaying grass and waited for it.
How long I waited, I don't remember, just know that when it came, soybean sorghum are already ripe. The purpose of the golden yellow full of joy, the neighboring village of the old man with his grandson just learned to walk to the small temple.
The two of them were holding a black umbrella, the handle of which had been broken, and the frame of which had been bent in several places, but the old man was still holding on to it, using it to shield himself from the autumn rain.
There are always some things that the world can't throw away, which may be useless in the eyes of outsiders, but who dares to say that they are not the owner's lifelong treasures.
The old man holding a broken umbrella, is to bring his grandson to see the small temple, no, is to come to read the small temple, but the small grandson is mischievous in the small temple of the yard to run around, he is new to the grass and trees here, new to the small temple is different from the wide streets and high rise buildings of the ancient and deep seclusion.
The old man followed with a worn black umbrella. I watched, actually think the old man like a small temple in front of the monument carved on the ancient characters, let me rusty but have a desire to read; small grandson is like a temple in front of the willow just come to life, and vibrant, so that I have a thirst for.
Separated from the autumn rain, separated from the mourning grass, I seem to be from the paint peeling off the doorway of a thousand-year-old temple, stroking the non-existent beard to watch the rain in the autumn rain, an old man and a young man in the rain drenched stone tiles around and around.
The ancient temple, the autumn rain, the old man, the young man, with what a marvelous conjunction.
How can the black umbrella swaying in the air not keep up with the child's footsteps, his feet are to get out of this ancient temple, out of the old town, he may not remember this broken umbrella, but I believe he will remember the autumn rain, remember that he has been in the autumn rain hobbling, smelling the aroma of the grain and examining the past.
The cool autumn rain will give him some memories that will never be lost in his consciousness.
I could not deny the rain a real presence in my memory.
I tilted my head back and breathed, the rain falling on my face and making me want a feeling.
I hesitate to say, the rain is finally less of a season of existence, I found a reason for my own mute
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Again, the season of rain, Jiangnan boundless wilderness, all shrouded in the troubles woven into the smoke, this scene, can not help people do not recall that year we were still very young, fantasizing about riding a bamboo horse, to look for the heart of the Prince and Princess, but was lost in the A continuous tea tree forest, almost can not return home. Good in the invisible seems to have God's pull and heaven's guidance, in that forest walked through a few circles, finally down to the other side of the mountain, and seek our relatives meet. The first thing I realized was that every boy and girl can walk into that distant legend.
Nowadays, I have long passed the age of dreaming, but I have never been able to go out of the sentimental character. Also like in the empty rain, think of some and their own age is extremely disproportionate to the matters of the heart, fantasize about painting a snowy plum landscape. In the picture, there is a still young him and her, both wearing a long white scarf, he smiled and softly recited a sentence "the plum must be inferior to the snow three points white", she immediately smiled and picked up a sentence "the snow but lose a section of the fragrance of the plum". Then, they will hold hands and leave the plum tree two love in the back. In the snow, two lines of shallow footprints appeared, extending into the distance. I am under the eaves of the outline of the plot, naughty little daughter from behind the two small hands outstretched around my fat waist: "Ha ha! Mom, you're fat again!" Being childish words pulled back to reality I went into the room, began in front of the mirror to scrutinize the "exactly the same" "I": the skin is no longer smooth and white, waist is no longer slim and slender, eyes are no longer bright and glossy ^^^^^^ beautiful, has long been and I have no relationship!
So I can't help but think of the one I haven't met for a long time, who once liked to call me "pig head" and "fool" you! You must have been a husband and father for a long time, right? Do you remember the nicknames "Pigtail" and "Idiot" that I used to give you? That was when you always chased me and laughed at me "pig head pig head" and "fool fool", I was angry and also yelled out at you. I remember when you were stunned, and did not get angry, only shook his head helplessly made a "pause" gesture at me, indicating that the peace. I proudly let you off the hook, from now on to seize your death point: you call me a fool, I will call you a fool; if you call me a pig's head, I will call you a pig's tail. The mirror in front of me seems to be mocking nowadays I really fat into a not "pig head" or "fool"! In front of the two-in-one of time and life, no one can hide from the natural changes.
It is said that romance is the patent of the young or the luxury of the rich, and I, neither young nor rich. Just like in every season of rain, quietly think about the past with the years and the past and the smoke and rain like a growing dream. That's all! In my heart, there is a rainy season that doesn't seem to fade with age. Let it fall, fall in my sentimental life.
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Again, the season of rain, Jiangnan boundless wilderness, all shrouded in the troubles woven into the smoke, this scene, can not help but think of the year we are still very young, fantasizing about riding a bamboo horse, to find the heart of the Prince and Princess, but lost in a continuous forest of tea trees, almost can not return home. Good in the invisible seems to have God's pull and heaven's guidance, in that forest walked through a few circles, and finally went down to the other side of the mountain, and looking for our relatives meet. The first thing I realized was that every boy and girl can walk into that distant legend.
Nowadays, I have long passed the age of dreaming, but I have never been able to go out of the sentimental character. Also like in the empty rain, think of some and their own age is extremely disproportionate to the matters of the heart, fantasize about painting a snowy plum landscape. In the picture, there is a still young him and her, both wearing a long white scarf, he smiled and softly recited a sentence "the plum must be inferior to the snow three points white", she immediately smiled and picked up a sentence "the snow but lose a section of the fragrance of the plum". Then, they will hold hands and leave the plum tree two love in the back. In the snow, two lines of shallow footprints appeared, extending into the distance. I am under the eaves of the outline of the plot, naughty little daughter from behind the two small hands outstretched around my fat waist: "Ha ha! Mom, you're fat again!" Being childish words pulled back to reality I went into the room, began in front of the mirror to scrutinize the "exactly the same" "I": the skin is no longer smooth and white, waist is no longer slim and slender, eyes are no longer bright and glossy ^^^^^^ beautiful, has long been and I have no relationship!
So I can't help but think of the one I haven't met for a long time, who once liked to call me "pig head" and "fool" you! You must have been a husband and father for a long time, right? Do you remember the nicknames "Pigtail" and "Idiot" that I used to give you? That was when you always chased me and laughed at me "pig head pig head" and "fool fool", I was angry and also yelled out at you. I remember when you were stunned, and did not get angry, only shook his head helplessly made a "pause" gesture at me, said to make peace. I proudly let you off the hook, from now on to seize your death point: you call me a fool, I will call you a fool; if you call me a pig's head, I will call you a pig's tail. The mirror in front of me seems to be mocking nowadays I really fat into a not "pig head" or "fool"! In front of the two-in-one of time and life, no one can hide from the natural changes.
It is said that romance is the patent of the young or the luxury of the rich, and I, neither young nor rich. Just like in every season of rain, quietly think about the past with the years and the past and the smoke and rain like a growing dream. That's all! In my heart, there is a rainy season that doesn't seem to fade with age. Let it fall, fall in my sentimental life.
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Finally ushered in another long overdue fall rain, last night it felt cool, research all night sleep.
In the morning after cleaning up the house, research and daughter to go to the food market. Today to June and the child package dumplings to eat, he old comments, said research since the Internet is addicted to, not seriously cooking. The first thing I'd like to do is to get the best out of the world, and I'd like to do it right.
Recently, the research and development of the present daughter to eat eat okay, the reason is that she refused to give her daughter to buy a big bag of snacks, June also unanimously agreed, huh!
Research's daughter meals have not been able to, in order to let her eat well, research is very happy to daughter with her good friends to the family dinner, by the way, a competition competition or something. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!
Today, we invited a little fat girl in the yard, and my daughter was very happy that the amount of rice from ten dumplings increased to fourteen, huh? The study of this mother is also really enough effort!
After the "job" work, because it is a little cold outside, and lazy to go out, and climb the net, research every day to see the diary of a friend, which has become an essential part of the day, both to add knowledge, but also to feel happy.
June went to the office to work overtime, the daughter in watching cartoons, the study of a person haphazardly feel the "mouse mood.
The heart but feel unusually restless ......
Rainy days, another autumn rain, it brings people cool at the same time, sometimes also change the mood of the people.
Research and development like rain, like all the words related to rain, especially like Dai Wangshu's "Rainy Lane", that a lilac charming girl.
Suddenly have the urge to go to the rain walk, research out of the house, will cover themselves in the rain under the umbrella, a person walking aimlessly, a leaf, falling, floating with the rain fell at the feet of the research ......
A piece of fallen leaves, so that the research and reminiscent of a pair of in the heart of the stayed for a long time a long time of constant Picture: a girl, holding a dandelion, puffed up cheeks, gently blowing, the dream flies to the end of the world ......
Research very much like the dandelion, like its ordinary, like it that kind of light yellow flowers, such as chrysanthemums like a trace of charm, like her natural growth in the field, never comparable to any flowers, proudly standing in the sky and the earth The ...... can also be a wanderer at will, meet the soil and endless ......
The research suddenly felt that his whole person instantly into a grain of flying rain, and like that sky flying dandelion, light, in the air alone dance, lonely The child was surrounded by butterflies, all enveloped by the fragrance of the flowers ...... on the mountain road to the research beckoned to the research, to the research of the slight smile.
This smile as if I had seen it there, when, research began to think silently hard.
Yan heard the wind actually let out a heavy sigh ......
The heart curtain is slowly being pulled open, Yan's mind surged out of an image, Yan suddenly recalled that long ago, the same filled with autumn rain night, she recalled this one bright, new wave, stubborn, and sentimental girl. ...... is she, able to light will be full of their own heart poured into the end of the pen, although the age of small but slightly mature, but also has the general girl did not have the kind of brash righteousness, life encountered a lot of trivial things, she was able to seriously look at their own, to make a decision, out of the confusion!
Ran smiled bitterly, she actually did not remember this person for a long time, life makes her so forgetful, perhaps the day is really too monotonous, too empty! She suddenly felt that all the wreaths in the basket seemed so far away from her!
Yan closed her eyes and felt a trace of coolness, whether it was rain or tears, Yan did not know, Yan suddenly felt very sad, has always lived in the romantic research, since a foot into the siege, it really felt the real life and helplessness! Even if she has a very cozy home, even if the days are very comfortable! But the researchers often feel that there is something missing?
Life is as good as the river water, and research as a small stone by the river, was polished and washed by the years of angularity, married for 8 years, research every day is in the extremely simple repetition of the past, the heart is not any waves, calm, like a mirror, research is always stubbornly a piece of tranquility ...... research did not and do not want to go to the far end to look at! The study is full of helplessness and sadness, although we all know that the study is actually a very individualistic person ......
In the rain, the study remembered so many childhood, teenage past, but also remembered the high school classmates, remembered the Ling, the study is really sigh and admire Ling's perseverance and courage, decisiveness and resilience, she can actually leave the The first time I saw this, I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball rolling. Research and Rong and red, often some can not figure out, will always repeat the same question to ask Ling: "also do not want to old man, the child?" Ling has always been a sentence: "In order to live, have to make a choice!" I don't know how Ling is doing in the south. Research just admire Ling can get out of the house, toward their own goals! The first thing you need to do is to choose what you want to do with your life!
And these, research is unable to do, and will never be able to do, research is too fond of home, more can not give up the child, research know, home is all she has, she took care of the warmth of this harbor, but also lost their own ......
Now research, just an extremely ordinary woman, perhaps a very The poor woman, she did not even have a decent job, the more pathetic is that she actually do not know what they can and should do something? She once fell into a kind of chaotic bewilderment, and could not talk about excessive joy, nor could she say how much sorrow she felt. And there was no way to talk about a meaningful life. The mind is often a blank sheet of paper, colorless ...... The most terrible thing is that the research actually closed themselves, often locked in a door ...... research in their own space to enjoy the solitude and loneliness, and gradually moving forward with the society farther and farther away. Research often wake up in a dream, and often do some strange dreams ...... research do not know whether they need to test the psychological?
Research also understands that time is actually the most ruthless and practical thing, it always pays no attention to anyone's joys and sorrows, not slow and quiet from your side, all the way to rush, in a trance, thirty years have passed, research in the serious calculations, the person's life, how many ten years it will be?
Research has always thought that he is in a meaningful and happy life, but some of the past often can not stand up to scrutiny, research feel that there are many things they have not been serious to think about, more than a goal, but also can not talk about the ideal, research snapped and found that he has wasted a lot of valuable time! This discovery makes research more or less heartbreaking!
June also often remind the study, let her think about the future of the day, or let the study to find a more meaningful life, out of the role of the housewife. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that!
Three years ago, the research had also found a job they love, but then operated for more than a year after the gradual tendency to the end of the research suddenly felt their own power is so insignificant, and then the research also found many of their own shortcomings, such as the inner impatience and inner shallow! The first thing that you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots!
Research is like a person walking in the dark night, cold rain, stepping on a lot of mud, but more by the lines of the rain to lose their eyes, research does not know what she is looking for, not clear what is waiting for her in the distance, she is just harboring one after another hopes and aspirations, in search of their own goals, she does not know how long such days will be, and I do not know if such she has become a most miserable type. a type of the saddest?
Research sometimes think, perhaps, she is a life do not know what they should do? Perhaps, she can only be a mediocre family type of small woman, around the stove, around the beloved husband and daughter to finish their own ordinary life ......
Even so, research, she will be very serious and full of love to live, which is at least a minimum of their own life is responsible for a minimum of a life of a kind of attitude.
Even so, research is still eager to have their own favorite things to do, but also hope to do a decent job. Because the research know, for people, the bottom of the heart of the endless idea is the direction, and specific action is the power, do not need to look at the shadow of self-pity, it will only be a short strike long, nothing to gain, the most shouldn't forget is to play their own strengths, that is the lubricant to move forward, the life can not be too much concern and hesitation, success and failure is only a relative state, it is important to choose a fulfilling life and the road! The first thing you need to do is to find yourself, transcend yourself, and perfect yourself.
Research and understanding, people are in fact a contradictory carrier, it often has its two sides, one side is self-esteem, one side is inferiority, which is always the existence of contradictions in the hearts of people, people can escape a lot of things, but can not escape from themselves! Road always have to go, the day also always have to go forward, anything needs to be paid, life can not be helped a lot of things, people also have to recognize the difficulties of life, but for life should maintain the attitude or should always be self-improvement ......
Research know any kind of result, will be the same with the sky rain, the time to come! The researchers also hope that they will be the same with the rain, the natural flow, natural life, natural treatment of life to give their own everything ......
The researchers continue to blank in the rain, look back and look away, a piece of fallen leaves, a side of the autumn water, and quietly lying in the arms of the autumn.
The sound of rain hitting the umbrella, the crisp melody like a mountain song flowing in the heart of the research, the raindrops flew into the research eyelids, along the eyelashes blocked the research line of sight, although it is difficult to see the road ahead, but the researchers know that, as long as the heart is still retained in that part of the teenager's simplicity, sincerity and simplicity, as long as there is hope in the heart, it will always find the beginning of the dream of the place ...
The researchers are not sure if they can find the place where the dream begins. ...
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Smoke and rain in Jiangnan is the rendering of ink paintings, layers of penetration, but not silt. Look at the rain of Jiangnan, is to appreciate the lofty mood of the Bada Shanren ink, bathed in the rain and smoke of Jiangnan, people are in the landscape of Huang Binhong.
Jiangnan rain and smoke, is a magical color pen, in the spring cold season, it will point green riverbanks of the golden willow, so that they put on a hazy green veil, so as to do the bride in the sunset. Jiangnan rain and smoke, in the spring is thick, remind the curtain people, look at the green fat and red thin, do not teach no flowers when the empty branches, a waste of the good times.
Jiangnan rain, full of poetry, full of pictures. Sometimes she is as fine as a faint cow hair, sometimes as fine as in autumn and winter, the lake rising mist, but the wet apricot blossom flower rain, in the blowing face of the willow wind, and so wet, wet as Hetian jade, wet as egg whites, wet your heart intoxicated. Look at it, this Jiangnan rain and smoke, in the spring of the red apricots of the branches, in the farmer's hat under a straw raincoat, in the turquoise even the tip of the sky of the fangfei.
Jiangnan rain and smoke, full of sentiment, full of care, let a person in love. Only in the Jiangnan rain and smoke, will interpret the Liang Zhu's eighteen miles to send each other, only in the Jiangnan rain, there will be people cover up the sigh of the ancient song "hairpin phoenix", but also only in the Jiangnan rain, only a thousand feet deep peach blossom pool water, only beckoning in the rain and smoke in the apricot and yellow wine flags, and only in the rain and smoke in the shepherd boy piccolo.
Jiangnan rain and smoke ah, how many talented and beautiful people you have nurtured? You are so sentimental ah, Junshan's bamboos, is your point of tears, E Huang and female Ying, is the embodiment of your elves, how many buildings in the rain and smoke, is the red silk thread that you hold hands for the people who love each other.
In the green as blue river water, looking for your trail, in the bamboo forest of the path, follow your footsteps, in the Nga Zhai reclining to listen to your voice, the voice of the true feelings of the human world.
Jiangnan rain and smoke, is the heaven sprinkled to the earth's fairy dew, here in the shopping mall without the Yu Yu I guile, no officialdom in the fight, but also the vulgarity and stupidity in the marketplace, there is no mob madness, there is no food is not wrapped up in the sadness of the people. Wandering in the rain and smoke in Jiangnan, and then there is no more life in the exhaustion, will feel the slanting sunshine pulse, a long flowing water of the paradise!
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