rain

rain

The rain is weak, the lightest thing in the world, and it can't knock the heavy reinforced concrete building. The tile house is different, the rain and rain are dripping on it, and the slap in the air immediately makes a pleasant sound. The person in the hut will have the blessing of being close to nature in the rain. When the rain is fast, the voice will be generous, such as a hundred horses, such as a horse. The rain is slowing down, the sound is weak, and it gently breaks into your heart. Like the light breeze in the warm spring season, the tiles seem to be specially designed for the rain. They play with due diligence and listen to the rain. There is an endless love.

When people like to be full of nostalgia and feelings, a person sits quietly to listen to the rain. The old sages have the ambition of "Ye 阑 阑 听 听 , , , , , , , ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; At dusk, bit by bit, Suo Huai; the passionate poet has the thought of "small building to listen to the spring rain, and the deep lane of the Ming Dynasty to sell apricot flowers."

Rain has become the messenger of people to modify their feelings and cherish their wishes.

In my spare time, I was fortunate enough to return to where I used to listen to the rain. It was the light rain that day, and I heard this familiar and strange rain. In the midst of the mist, there is a strange atmosphere in the rain, which is the kind of communication that has not been communicated for a long time. It refuses me thousands of miles away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the atmosphere of its existence from the deepest point of consciousness. I have a sense of euphoria that has been awakened from my dreams and has been lost.

Hey, what I met in the rain is actually the self that has been separated from time and space. It tells everything about me. I am jealous, I ask myself: Who am I? Still the same as me?

There is a word cloud: "The teenager listens to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is dim. The young man listens to the rain in the boat, the river is low and the geese are called the west wind." Life is different, and the feeling of listening to the rain varies. However, listening to the rain is a dialogue that listens to the soul, listening to the truth and rushing, listening to the turbulence of the years. The sound of the rain beat, in addition to the resounding of the years, there are still the embarrassment of the past and the reluctance of the words. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house, the mind can breathe and life can continue.

The sound of the rain is still ringing, like my real heartbeat...

First day: Sun Xingyu