What touched my heart?

In the ethereal night, there came the sound of falling rain.

People were stunned by the quietly falling rain, so there were no elegant people walking leisurely on the road, and people who didn't want to get wet by the clear rain accelerated their pace of going home. The ethereal night becomes far and long. The silent house in the rain at night forms a sound wall.

I, in this rainy night package, stood by the foggy window, drawing circles on the window with my fingers, as if trying to trap related memories. At night, all the colorful scenes outside the window no longer exist, and the noisy world during the day seems to disappear in the patter of rain. Rainy nights limit people's activities, so staying in a quiet environment, imagination is always particularly far away, especially focused. A layer of water mist was scraped off round and round, and soon the second layer of fog came up. Standing in front of the window, it seems that you can't see any images, but people actually see farther.

In fact, the scene of rain at night is not so beautiful. Crowded environment, muddy roads and falling petals ... However, the self-oriented, simple and quiet poetry in rainy nights came to mind one after another. Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night is a typical example. It is in this deep and impenetrable package that Gong Zizhen's dedication beauty of "falling red and heartless, turning into spring mud to protect flowers" touched my heart even more. Charcoal sellers are still walking through the vast snow, which seems to have the same effect as the rain at night. The market in the sky suddenly became simple and naive, and I opened my heart to the empty space in the search for the lost sky in the rainy night.

In fact, the expectation in the rainy night is not slim. Waiting people looked at the dim lights in the distance, and their hearts gently shot grievances: Daiyu woke up and cried with tears on the wooden boat left by Baoyu; Li Qingzhao missed her husband's sadness because "people are thinner than yellow flowers and can't afford much worry"; Chang 'e thought of her husband's heart, but unfortunately, she ate the elixir angrily and passed away. The white snake under Leifeng Pagoda looks forward to Xu Xian's peerless love. ...

In fact, the imagination in a rainy night is not empty, just depends on your state of mind.

In the ethereal night, my thoughts are released. I enjoy the solitude, I stand quietly, savoring the mystery of my residence, and my heart is touched and enlightened. What touches my heart is the rain at night.

Points, points, points!