The feeling of rain

I once again saw an umbrella propping up a fragrant sea of flowers in the rain, like a wandering soul passing through endless silence. A drop of rain danced with aura and came to my dream, leading countless poems and fragments of time to make me intoxicated. It is also in this hazy drunkenness caused by a drop of rain that everything in the world can be loved.

The water in the sky has the same name, but it is king in different places, each with its own personality and name. When Shan Yu comes, there is always a faint mist on the ridge. Grain Rain was arrogant and didn't want to be intimate with Shan Yu, so it stopped raining and became a solar term. Yu Hai has a good temper and a bad temper. Saving all beings also harms all beings, which is a typical double-faced personality. These different kinds of rain are all over the world, and the distribution range is definitely wider than that of people, but people are so dependent on rain and know it. Rain nourishes human beings, and it lives extraordinary in people's ears, eyes and hands.

Rain can be used for listening. Listen to the rain and you can hear the heartbeat of a village. Listening to the rain through the window at night, the rain melted the soup and water in this village into the firewood at night. The sound of rain came to my ears, whispering old stories. The length of all these stories is only rain, and rain is their bosom friend. As soon as the wind blows, the rain will rush, just like the listener holding his breath at the climax of the story. People listen to the rain with different sound quality. Can the sound of rain falling on petals be the same as that on concrete floor? The rain falling on the petals is fragrant and has a deep joy, while the sound falling on the concrete floor is sad. This kind of sound can't penetrate, can't reach the heart, and the sound that can't reach the heart can only evaporate. But the sound of falling on the blue tile is similar to that of falling on the atrium, which is a relief after a short pain. Listening to the rain is a kind of peace. No matter how the world changes and vicissitudes, a drop of rain cannot be disturbed. As long as you have a quiet and peaceful heart, you can hear clearly which water falls on the eaves, which water wets the flowers and which water falls on the pond.

Rain is invisible, which gives him the power to shape from the outside. Rain can kiss everything with a low body, or it can be the queen on her back. It is freezing cold, but no matter how the rain changes, it is spring, dew, tears and blood. They all use the same shape and marrow, but have different spirits. However, physically, a round drop of water falling from a height must be dewdrop-shaped, and Guanyin Bodhisattva is also sitting like a dewdrop. Dew on the Yang Liuzhi blows away the sufferings of all beings, and rain can feed all beings better than breast milk. Water has done too many good things for nothing. Rain symbolizes the nature of all things. The rain dancing on the umbrella is so lonely, and a heart is really broken and gentle. The rain in Yuan Ye is free, and he can blend into his favorite life. Summer rain is enough, and sometimes he can understand that he is more valuable than gold. Rain is like people's tears. In my hometown, when a virtuous person dies, it will rain. This is God's tears for him. Rain and tears are both water, bearing people's lives and emotions, causing storms in time. Objectively speaking, rain is lighter than tears. Rain is not as salty as tears, but it is heavier than blood, and many cigarettes and blood stains are washed away by rain.

Rain falls on the palm of your hand, like holding an ocean. Rain is a part of water, all water belongs to the ocean, and the ocean is the origin of life. Rain is the son of the sea. It nurtures every life and watches the death of every life, so it is boundless and ancient, and it is also cold. This extremely subtle temperature can often touch the softness of the heart and give people the moisture and comfort of the soul. Just like the morning light kissing the leaves, the sky gently holds its wings. Rain is gentle, only when it is hard will it be cold, and there will be the possibility of injury. Usually it only produces a coolness, and it is always faint to the heart. Rain is human nature, and it used to be cold in the high places, so the more I like the smell of people, the more I can understand the mountains, rivers, flowers, birds, animals, insects and fish, and I can feel the heartbeat of the sun, the moon and the stars with a smart heart. I firmly believe that the reason for this thoughtfulness depends on its temperature. The temperature of the rain is reminiscent of a gentleman, tepid and just right. If you imagine rain as an adult, you must be upright and kind.

A drop of rain nourishes my city and countryside. When the rain falls, the straw, seedlings and grass growing on the endless green plains in the countryside are like emeralds, passing through the gray walls, the young trees and reeds growing on the eaves, passing through every cow and sheep and their low-drinking grass river, passing through the whispering swallows nesting in the rain, and in the gloomy scenery, soft moss is born in front of the steps. All the warmth is revealed in the rain, and even the fireworks in the kitchen smoke turn into a pool of warmth. How many people can remember this rain but can't let it go. The rain in the city is also affectionate. A drop of water flows in the air, slowing down the busy world. When it rains, lonely people can heal themselves, and people who miss them can chew the past. The city in the rain is lonely, and the eyes under the neon lights are confused. In this confused eyes, everyone can find what they need, a bowl of rice, a book or a dream. After the rain falls, I wake up and the sun shines in the haze. The next day, looking at the stagnant water on the flat ground was like opening a mirror and reflecting the soul of the world. Everyone is busy, happy or indifferent in the rain all night. I like to see the world in the rain. A rain makes all beings equal. Cats, dogs and people running in the rain will be muddy by the rain, and all the plants in Yuan get their own rain. People say that rain is like sadness, which will make the life with heartbeat sleepy. This sentence is a bit extreme. Sad people watch the rain through the window, and the world is noisy. If they are outside the curtain, people outside the curtain will always be awake, so they won't be sad when they watch it. Rain is better than wine, but it is painless and can alleviate sadness. Rain is also a frequent visitor to words. He pieced together countless beautiful pictures, long or short, accompanied by sounds, such as two bells around the necks of cats and dogs, the wind shaking off bamboo leaves, and the sound of rushing water hitting rocks. How many people try to find artistic conception from these sounds, but the rain can't stay, and he will try his best to escape, such as evaporation and flow. Dead water is dead water, without soul.

Rain falls on bamboo leaves, green maple, oil-paper umbrella, Pinghu and romantic poems. Mountains and rivers after rain are clear, it is as simple as that. From spring to winter, a little bit of beauty, rain has also drunk the sun, he is happy, he is brighter than diamonds in the sun. Rain falls from the sky, from the mountains and plains to Haizi, no one has traveled so much, and no one has more courage to be a wise man than a drop of rain.