Rain reverie

Sitting in a car driving on a highway, the head is blank, just like the gray sky outside the window.

The cloud thickened unconsciously and became dark. The first instinct told me that the rain was coming down.

The rain has fallen, creating a moment of embarrassment. Through the large glass windows, I can see the rain falling silently, thin, silent, and some unreal. Soft raindrops, like a grain of pearls, floating in the stars, raining on the riverbed of life, like a strip of silk, dancing to the earth, connecting heaven and earth.

The raindrops seem to break through a layer of fog in front of them, and they are forced to move forward. Many small raindrops came together and worked together to smash the fog. Finally, the fog was washed away by them, and the rain was also big. I stared intently at the windshield in front of the car. A drop of rain fell on it, splashing a small splash, it looked very beautiful, but before it stayed enough, the wiper brushed it off mercilessly. Some raindrops that have not been brushed off by the rain wiped off the hurricane on the highway and spread out to the surroundings.

Looking at the little bit of rain, I was trapped in the still rain, immersed in fantasy. The raindrops are warm and happy, the rain sounds gentle, the rain washes the sorrow, and the rain melts the sorrow. After the rain, the harvest is calm, and the rainbow after the rain is calm. I often like to think about things in the rain, not melancholy, it is a release of thought. There are more and more people around, and it is difficult to have a lonely opportunity to live in the city center. Some people are afraid of loneliness. In fact, they may not be willing to face certain things. Once a person is alone, memories and feelings will come to mind. Those people are reluctant to taste a bitter and sweet. People sometimes need loneliness. When they are alone, people often have inspiration and have ideas. - Rain is to make people enjoy loneliness.

I can't help but think of Li Qingzhao's "Wu Tong is more drizzle, and it's dripping at dusk." Think of Li Shangyin's "When is the total cut of the West Window Candle, but when the Bashan Night Rain." The sorrow and the faint sorrow I remembered a magazine that I read a while ago. "Sometimes, it’s raining outside but it’s sunny and sometimes it’s sunny. It’s raining outside. There are many things in the world that make you taste in the contrast. Heart When the weather is fine, the rain is also the time when the rain is clear, and the rain is also rain." These intriguing words always echo in my mind and seem to want to tell me some philosophies in life.

There are too many ups and downs in life that we need to face. The meaning of life, the true meaning of life, is just a play, no matter how blooming flowers are, in the end it is still in the mud. All the glory is ultimately flat. What about the red flowers, how about the golden fruit, one day people still have to die. Too many counts and interests, only let yourself live too tired! It is best to wash away all the silt soil like rain. With a plain mood, with a kind of tolerant heart, with a smiling face, calmly face the ups and downs of life, to face all the grievances! The mood is looking for in the rain, the thoughts spread in the rain, the moment when the rain falls, and the sky that thickens the clouds.

"Ticking, ticking..." In the soft, knotted raindrops, I heard the calm, saw the gratification, smelled the fresh, tasted the happiness, experienced the nature, and realized the true meaning of life.