Rain and wet face is also a pleasure

The weather in the clear, like my heart is uncertain. I stood in the roof of others for a long time, staring at the rain outside, staring, and hesitating whether to go back in the rain.

I can't describe it when I look back at the rain. Drizzle, sand and sand, from the dream, the moment is poetry, Yi listening to the rain, lingering, probably this feeling. I have to really rain the body, but I don’t dare, I have to stand under my arm and think quietly.

"Flowers fall and fall, raindrops fall at dusk." The crystal clear space is not just a faint mourning, but a dark cloud, listening to the sound of rain: tenderness, tranquility, elegance, stunned...

In this Jiangnan area, rain is nothing more than the most common. Especially in this Qingming period, it is more endless to stop. It is no wonder that "the Qingming season has a lot of rain, and the people on the road want to break the soul." But this rain is commonplace, but it has caught the hearts of many scholars. Some people "when the rain is overwhelming," some people "drink the autumn and the people are weak", some people "a smog of rain and rain," some people "infinitely silky as fine as silk." I scorn the door of history, visit the Chinese people for five thousand years, and the talents of the pen and ink, who does not love this rain? They must have experienced the taste of rain, or where did the quatrains come from in the rain? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but leave the eaves, step by step, step by step, stepping into the rain, for fear of disturbing its rhythm.

"The fine rain if the beautiful woman fills the intestines, like the falling flowers and dust, but also like the tea flower heart drunk. Red is not popular, bright but not bright." Walking in the rain, personally feel the rain, like this feeling, no wonder the poet I am so hearted. The misty rain in Lushan, the rain in the city, and the clear rain, this beautiful picture is indeed rain is not intoxicating, people are drunk. This rain, how many dynasties have changed, there is still a constant youth.

I want to ask this rain, have you ever appreciated the Yueyang Tower in the world of worry, whether you have waiged the quiet Nanshan, whether you have kissed the valley where the sun is not good, whether you have tasted the sadness of the broken bridge lake, whether you have stepped through your hometown - —Jiangnan Yuxiang?

Unconsciously, the rain grew bigger and bigger, and it turned into heavy rain. Hair, clothes, shoes, no one is dry, I can't think of myself being so ecstatic. No longer walking, standing in the heavy rain, open your arms, look up at the sky, want the rain to completely wet yourself, fascinated, sly. The faint sorrow and sorrow, mixed with the infinite sorrow of the ancients, but not lacking ambition, is this my loss, or the meditation of the rain?

Let the rain wet the face, bit by bit, dripping, such a big heart, but also a kind of enjoyment.

Third day: Decennium