Night rain

This is a calm night. Month, it is still so chaste, sprinkle silver radiance on the earth; night, still so calm, like the same spring calm spring. I was lying in bed, I couldn't sleep, and the heat in summer made me feel a little irritated even at night. I was lying in bed watching the blurred night scene. Suddenly, hey, I don’t know where it came from, as if something fell into this “calm spring water”, breaking the silence of the night and splashing for a while. ripple. Then, this battle did not disappear quickly, but continued to sway, sly, sly, ... the delicate rain silk slanted a tortuous musical in the night sky.

The calm of the night was broken, and the beautiful music was swaying around. It was like a grand concert. Everything around it became a musical instrument with the raindrops. It tells the twisted story with music: The rain at the beginning was sparse and soft, and it was knocked on the tile. There was a sound of a distant piano. A beautiful girl was hidden in the dense bamboo forest. Under the moonlight, the root string was moved. It merged into a soulful and lonely piece of music; the rain gradually became dense, and the sound of the distant piano became messy, but the excitement still felt a little excitement and joy. It was a group of childish children who were fiddled with the name. The piano that the girl used to play, they used the tender little hands to play with the one string. You pushed me, I squeezed you, and I had a good time. La la la, the rain suddenly went down, the rain was in the air. With a bit of anger, the girl came back. When she saw that her precious piano was being played by three ignorant children, there was a sigh of anger on the pretty face. The children seemed to have found the piano they were playing with. Director - that When the girl came back, she hurriedly stopped the "exploration" of the piano. They shouted one by one, screamed and ran away, and the girl chased it up. The mouth seemed to be shouting, and the sound of the piano stopped. It was only heard that the fallen leaves on the ground were slammed.

The night gradually returned to calm, but there were some vague voices from far away...

The rain of the patter became obvious again, but it was more gentle. "Hey," there was a sound of the piano coming from afar. It was so familiar. It was the girl, but she had three children at her side, but it was When I first yelled at the children who were not playing with her piano, the girls who were angry with these children before now played a beautiful song for them like a mother, and did not take the initiative to let the three The children tried to play together, and the sound of the piano was completely absent from the previous sense of loneliness. On the contrary, the sound of the piano revealed a strong friendship. I looked at the window in confusion, the rain was still there, and the outside was awkward. In the midst of a shackle, I saw the girl’s eyes. It was like watching the eyes of my younger brother, full of peace and concern. Maybe it's because they have the same experience as her, have the same pain, have the same hope or have the same hobbies, and they have the same feelings.

The misty rain is filled with the calm and calm atmosphere...

The rain was in a hurry, the original light rain became a torrential rain, and the huge raindrops were pounding on the thick leaves, like drums. The bigger the rain and the more urgent, the more impulsive the drums were. The musical has ushered in a climax. Listening and listening, I seem to have seen the scene of the two army's confrontation and gongs and drums. The more tension between the two sides, the more the drums are wild and passionate, and even the drums can feel the unyielding of the soldiers. The wind, mixed with the rain and whistling, the spread of the war, made the people miserable, the wind whistling like the resent of the people, drifting around. The wind blew on the window, heavy and short. I saw a middle-aged woman and three young people stunned to hide in a dilapidated room, and I felt a little familiar with them. Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the sky, and the rainstorm became more and more urgent. The broken door was opened. In fact, it should be said that it was knocked open. A group of officers and men rushed in and forcibly took away the three young people. I heard the woman’s miserable crying and youthful anger. Shouting. The officers and men pressed the youth away, and the farther and farther away, only the women left alone to kneel on the ground and wept...

As the sound of the rain gradually faded, the musical has come to an end, and the only ambiguous consciousness that has disappeared is as dissipated as the audience.

When the waking came, the rain had stopped. Everything in the memory last night, including the rain, was like a dream.

The second day: listening to the rhythm of the leaves