Meet in summer and listen to the rain prose.

Dragon and tiger leap on the summer solstice festival, and clouds steam rain as a flower platform. Yibin, south of Tianfu Sichuan, at the end of summer this year-a solar term. Sunbathing summer in previous years-it changed the normal state-it rained in summer. It rained for three days. I don't know who pierced the sky, and I don't know whether the monsoon broke the mood of Tianyu, clouds or nature.

Listening to the sound of summer rain, it seems that this summer rain is infatuated with the sultry and shameful summer, and the raindrops are stuck, wrapped and wrapped around the summer. Many days and nights are always connected with rain, which gives people a fresh, cool and comfortable schedule of solar terms this summer. It is inconvenient to go out for construction when it rains. Looking at the rain curtain outside the window, my thoughts stopped in the rain flower, full of incisive passion, enthusiasm and profundity, so I began to write this rain flower.

On a rainy night, listen to the sound of rain that night. It began to rain last night. Listening to the rain that night hit the mountain, big drops of water fell from the sky, dripping behind the house, in the courtyard dam, on the trees, crops and vegetable leaves in front of the house, and the sound of "swish, swish, rustling ..." echoed all night.

Open the window in the morning, the rainy season is near and far, and the raindrops are finally small. With the fame of rain, crops and vegetation on the hillside, fields and streams bend hand in hand, form teams, stand in rows, and weave carpets to connect to the end of the crown. Crops, seedlings, branches and leaves washed by raindrops are full of youthful vitality, jumping happily and dancing heartily. The fields, hills, valleys and slopes soaked with pigments by rain have turned a new page, spotless, showing a green landscape all over the mountains, which is refreshing.

Watch the rain in the morning breeze. It must be a fine day after the rain. When a wisp of clouds overflowed from the eastern hills-the sky was as white as a fish's belly, and the charming sun was like an unopened bud, the world had already been washed clearly by the night rain, revealing the blue sky, rosy clouds and free and ethereal clouds.

The breeze in Xu Lai, green branches and Liu Suifeng swaying, is very emotional. The breeze wrinkled a pool of blue waves, and the sky by the pool was foggy, just like a woman washing clothes, bathing in the rain and slowly dressing and dancing, charming and moving. Sometimes the short, violent and disturbing wind comes again, and the dark clouds roll and float away from north to south. Rain falls with the wind, and torrential rain pours down from distant clouds and hills that look like islands. Raindrops fall into the clear pool, splashing layers of water, like charming fireworks in full bloom at high altitude, fiddling with the ripples in the pool. Little by little, the yuhua district has drowned a little bit of flowers dyed red by rain in summer, the red fragrance fades, and the fallen flowers turn into mud.

"The doll's face, the summer wind, changes as soon as you say it." Summer came and it rained cats and dogs. In the rain curtain, dense raindrops weave into lines and compose beads, which fall from the branches and leaves of crops and seedlings, from the dark sky, and drip into the soil from the leaves or branches; The broken rain dripped on the ground, printing a wave the size of a copper coin. The glittering and translucent rain beads were smashed one by one, splashing one after another, and merged into a trickle from hills, fields and valleys, rushing to the east of the Yangtze River, which swallowed mountains and rivers.

Rain said that in summer, different people have different scenery in their eyes. As noted, this summer's rain is much more docile, without the perennial temperament-deafening lightning and thunder, violent winds and waves, and of course, less rough, roaring and wild in previous years. Rain, like flowers and trees, whether it can become a landscape depends on people's mood. It is a kind of beauty to meet the rain after a long drought, no matter who looks at it; Who doesn't get upset when it rains and the levee is flooded?

The hills in southern Sichuan, a land of abundance, are rainy all the year round. Yibin, who was born in the rainy hometown of Nezha, is familiar with rain. It is reasonable to say that it should be blind and indifferent. In the rainy season, it is like the sweat of a strong man, and it has a hearty pleasure; Very fierce, walking fast, crisp and dry, never slow. It not only waters the fields and moistens the seedlings, but also brings coolness to people in hot summer.

Becoming attached to the rain, sighing that Yu Xia is full of smog, increases the curious mystery and the idea of rain. It can diffuse into a mood, penetrate into an atmosphere and be engraved into a memory. Of course, sometimes it can be a disaster. Sandstorms in spring, boredom in summer and dryness in autumn all make people pray for rain. A rain can clean the air, clean the streets, dress up the fields and breed seedlings. Rain is a gift from heaven, and it is a sweet spring that benefits the world. It makes everything lush and full of vitality. What would the world be like without rain? There are deserts everywhere, sandstorms everywhere, and sandstorms are flying all over the sky; If there are no birds, no animals, not even a trace of green, and life disappears here, how terrible it would be!

Life is destined to rain, which reminds me that there is no rain except my surname, and the name is closely accompanied by water. This may be my deep affection for rain, surprise and novelty. Every rainy day, I always love to wander in the rain, letting the sweet and pure rain spill on my body, soak my skin and flow through my internal organs; Sweep away the dust and haze in your heart and make your mood clean and bright. Therefore, whenever it rains, my mood is particularly strong. If poetry is like rain, if poetry is like rain, I feel endless joy, and my thoughts precipitate, flow and wander with the rain.

Walking in the rain, charming and punctual, has a rare comfort. Can't help but remind people of Li Shangyin's famous sentence "When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, it talks about the rain at night". However, rain is rain. It will not come because you like it, nor will it change because you hate it. What's more, you can't see the splendor of the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. Without rainy clouds, there would be no sunny sunshine. Perhaps it is because the rainy sky lacks clear skies, and the rainy summer climate does not sweat. Rain diluted the dry and sultry world of mortals, and cooled down the life of the earth in the hot summer. At this time, the sun was moved aside to enjoy the cool!

Listening to the rustling of rain gently hitting vegetation or distant mountains, the cool, pleasant and harmonious rhythm gradually sublimated in my heart. Nature's uncanny workmanship is really unparalleled and sighing, just like the mountains and rivers in the rain, the blossoming rain flowers and the sound of summer rain. ...