rain

Listen, ticking, it’s raining. Did these seemingly insignificant elves cause your busy attention? They are so crystal, clear, cute, have you paid attention to them in a hurry? They are born to be so happy, revealing an elegant atmosphere.

When I was a child, I saw that it was very rainy when I saw the rain. I sat on the door with a small bench and looked at the sky in a foolish way. I want to hold the raindrops dripping from the eaves. However, the cold raindrops are dripping on the palm of my hand. I haven't had time to hold it. It slides down the lines of the hand and brings me a little bit of a slap. When a drop of rain fell into my mouth, I licked it and tasted it sweet! I don't know why, I was so excited and happy. From then on, I and the rain have formed an incomprehensible love.

Occasionally, walking in the old lane covered with bluestone, it rains, the rain is absorbed by the bluestone a little bit, sometimes, there will even be an impulse - want to take a look at this bluestone, maybe it is sweet. But more often, walking through the deep and old alleys, holding the umbrella, I will look back and see if I look at the lilac-like girl in Shu Shi’s poem, beautiful and embarrassing. I hope she walks by me lightly, leaving a hint of scent.

Occasionally, strolling in the garden in the rain, the apricot flowers are red and blushing, and the air is filled with fragrance, so comfortable. I thought that in the Song Dynasty, Zhinan’s "drinking clothes and wet apricot rain" is no more than this.

Occasionally, strolling in the poetic countryside of the spring, the rain is small and continuous, lined with a soft grass, pattering and touching. The rain is silent underground, like smoke and non-smoke, like a fairyland. Everyone is intoxicated. Only Du Fu happily shuttles and screams in the rain. It can be said that "the green mountains are full of white and full of rivers, and the sub-regulations are like rain"!

Occasionally, leaning against the window of Wanghulou, you can appreciate the unrestrained and fierce summer rain, watching the big drops of raindrops quickly fall into the West Lake, splashing a string of tiny drops of water, then falling into the lake, "噼啪噼啪" It's so interesting. Su Shi’s “White Rain Jumping into the Boat” is probably like this.

Occasionally, sighing at the side of the sycamore tree beside the road. The sky is also full of sympathy and gloom, and it sheds tears. At this time, only the ticking rain can give me the best comfort, just like Li Qingzhao's pen, "The phoenix tree is even more drizzle, to the dusk, bit by bit. This time, how can you say a word?"

Occasionally, God will have an interesting rain: "The east side of the sunrise is raining in the west, and the road is clear but sunny." The rain is very crystal clear, the sun passes through the raindrops, and the rain is splendid, making people fascinated at first glance.

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Listen, patter, it’s raining again.

I have a kind of tacit understanding with the rain. It is also a fate. Every time it rains, I can always see the most beautiful side of the rain. Rain, give me real comfort, it seems to understand my mind very well. I believe that this fate will continue.