Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When it rains suddenly, the sound is generous and violent, like a hundred horses singing together and Malik rushing. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.
People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."
Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.
In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.
Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me?
There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years. In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.
The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat. ...
A rain
It's raining. I put my hand out of the window and touched the heartbeat of the rain. A refreshing coolness suddenly purified all the thoughts in my mind.
Rain man slipped down from the invisible slide in the sky and fell to the ground, immediately splashing crystal water. How happy they are!
I watched all this happily, as if I had joined their team. We danced together and blossomed on the ground together.
There was a faint fragrance in the distance, which made me go back to the beginning, deeply rooted in my heart and hard to erase.
The rain stopped suddenly, and I was shocked-the rain man disappeared, the splash disappeared, the laughter disappeared, and nothing disappeared. I'm back in the real world. I'm still me, a child with bones and flesh, not the crystal rain man just now. Everything just now, as if it were a wonderful dream, is still unfinished. Oh, it's going to rain again, and the rain man is going to fall from the sky again!
autumn
When I was a child, I had a vague concept of the four seasons. I only know that spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. With the passage of time, people grow up gradually, and slowly I fall in love with the birds and flowers in spring; Fell in love with the fun in the swimming pool and the stimulation of ice cream in summer; I fell in love with making snowmen, having snowball fights and watching snow scenes in winter ... only autumn makes me feel bored. Especially in autumn in my hometown, I only see the leaves wither all day. Boredom is nothing more than a few troubles.
The Chinese teacher said that autumn is a beautiful season of the year. I didn't fully believe it at that time, but I always had some doubts. But from then on, I began to observe and feel autumn.
Autumn rain often falls, thin and dense. The wind is mixed with rain, and the rain falls with the wind. The rain gently washes everything on the earth, the ground is polished, and the leaves are constantly oozing raindrops full of particles. At dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again and gave her afterglow to the earth. Yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color in the soft sunshine, just like a shy girl's beautiful cheeks.
Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a rustling sound, which is very nice. When the wind is strong, yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of trees and dance with the wind, just like a beautiful yellow butterfly, singing and dancing with the accompaniment of the wind. At this time, just three or two people walked through the falling yellow leaves. Isn't this a beautiful picture? But it is so fleeting, like a flash in the pan. It disappeared before I could appreciate it carefully.
I regret this short-lived beauty, and I regret the fortitude of autumn leaves. It tried so hard to get rid of the shackles of the big tree, but didn't know that the leaves would eventually return to the roots? For such a short freedom, is it worth burying yourself in deep roots forever? But I think, maybe this is the spirit of autumn leaves. Their real purpose of getting rid of the shackles of big trees may not be freedom at that moment, but injecting themselves into the roots for the last time, so that the big trees can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter. New and stronger leaves will grow on the branches next spring.
Aren't those new leaves exactly what they were? Thinking of this, I am proud of autumn leaves. I didn't expect them to have the idea of "sustainable development". It's incredible. Perhaps it is given by mysterious nature.
Spring breeze makes people sleepy; The summer wind makes people feel sultry and uncomfortable; The wind in winter makes people feel cold and biting. Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed, neither sultry nor cold, but also makes people awake a lot. I simply doubt that the autumn wind has a refreshing effect, and coupled with the coolness of the autumn rain, this wonderful drug primer, a rare "natural herb", has probably been formed.
Autumn wind and autumn rain may be the most perfect couple in the world. Autumn wind blows autumn rain, accompanied by autumn wind. They can make everything in the world reflect crystal luster and autumn elegance. Maybe they can trim out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help feeling that autumn wind blows and autumn rain flies; Autumn wind sends cool, autumn rain sends cool.
Autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn leaves. They can't show beauty anywhere by themselves. They express a kind of overall beauty and a kind of harmonious beauty. Without wind, rain can't fly and leaves can't dance; Without rain, the wind will not be wet and the leaves will not be ashamed; Without leaves, the wind looks monotonous and the rain looks boring. Only by combining them skillfully can we form a beautiful painting and a beautiful poem-autumn.
Nature endows flowers and birds in spring, prosperity in summer and beautiful snow scene in winter. Of course, we will not forget to give autumn. So, she gave autumn mystery and beauty. It seems that nature does not favor anyone.
I also learned a truth from it: people have similar talents. If you want to surpass others and achieve extraordinary achievements, I'm afraid you have to go through extraordinary hardships.
Autumn, let me appreciate its beauty, but also let me understand some truth.
Autumn is really fruitful.
I believe everyone cares about themselves, but we can also try to care about others while caring about ourselves, because caring about others means caring about ourselves.
Being cared for by others is a kind of happiness, and caring for others is also a kind of happiness. Caring for others means caring for yourself, because only if you care for others will others repay you when you need help. Caring for others is actually caring for ourselves, and caring for others is the premise for us to be cared for by others.
Caring for others means caring for all the people around you, caring for society and caring for mankind.
We should face human disasters with love and courage, solve social problems with scientific spirit and knowledge, and pave the way for the future of mankind with a high sense of responsibility and wisdom ... This is the responsibility that every aspiring young man must shoulder to care for others, society and mankind.
But in our daily study and life, we should still care about others from time to time. Learn to be tolerant, praise, thank you and apologize ... If everyone can do this, the whole society will be more harmonious and beautiful.
Care is care and love, and it is everywhere. Each of us needs care and life is indispensable. If others give us care, then we should also care for others, so that the world will be full of love!
Caring for others means caring for yourself.
Mo Huaiqi's Walking
We walked in the fields: me, my mother, my wife and son.
Mother doesn't want to come out. She is old and in poor health. She will feel very tired if she goes any further. I said, so walk more. Mother nodded convincingly and went to get her coat. She listens to me now, just as I listened to her when I was a child.
The weather is fine. This year's spring has come too late, too late, and some old people can't hold on. But spring has finally come. My mother survived another severe winter.
In this field in the early spring in the south, large tracts of new green are paved at will, some heavy and some light; The green buds on the trees are also dense; The winter water in the field is also bubbling. All this reminds people of one thing-life.
My mother and I walked in front, and my wife and son walked behind. The little guy suddenly cried. "There is a mother and son in front and a mother and son behind." We all laughed.
Later, there was a disagreement: mom had to take the main road, and the road was smooth; My son wants to take the path, which is very interesting. However, everything depends on me. My mother is old and used to listening to her strong son. The son is still young and used to listening to the tall father; What about my wife? Outside, she always listens to me. For an instant, I felt a great responsibility. I tried to kill two birds with one stone, but I couldn't find it; I want to break up a family and split it into two parts, each of which has its own place, but I don't want to. I decided to wronged my son because I have been with him for a long time. I said, "Take the main road."
But the mother touched her grandson's little brain and changed her mind: "Let's take the path." Her eyes followed the path: golden cauliflower, two rows of neat mulberry trees, and a sparkling fish pond at the end. "You carry me where I can't walk." Mom said to me.
In this way, we walked towards cauliflower, mulberry trees and fish ponds in the sun. In one place, I squatted down to carry my mother, and my wife squatted down to carry my son. Although my mother is tall, she is thin and naturally not heavy; Although my son is fat, he is young and naturally light: but my wife and I walk slowly, steadily and carefully, as if what I carry on my back and what she carries add up to the whole world.
Sing the moon
I sang. The moon encouraged me, and my dance was messy. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. Alas, the moon cannot drink water, and my shadow follows me blankly; But for a while, I had these friends who cheered me up at the end of spring.
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The inscription is a poem by Li Bai, Drinking the Bright Moon Alone. Not the whole poem, but also the order of the poem is reversed. I don't know why I copied it like this, either because I was distracted, or because my hands followed my feelings, or for other inexplicable reasons.
first quarter moon
The moon is hanging in the air, and its half string is like a hook. Butterfly dancing among flowers, jade brewing fragrance. The dark moon is thick if it is light, and bright if it is light. Big sleeves are fluttering, dancing around the moon, and Long song's short songs are crazy. The hovering shadow seems to have been cut into pieces and spread all over the courtyard, like a silhouette of petals falling on a tree.
Full moon.
The moon is as bright as a mirror and as round as a plate. The full moon brings people together, thinking like weeping willows, floating in the wind, mixed and complicated, without embroidery. It's like winding your hair at your fingertips. I don't know where to start and where to cut in.
first quarter moon
A person, looking for a bosom friend, was in jail, so till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, three pairs of shadows. Moonlight, moonlight shadow, drinking the bright moon alone, rippling in the early spring night. The air is a little damp and sticky, and there is wine running down my throat.
New moon.
The moon seems to be a tiny fish scale, looming in the dark. Some are like lonely fireflies in the dark, gathering together to warm each other.
The moon is bright, dark, moving and moving.
The moon is dim, hazy, bright and heavy.
Inverted poetry order, inverted moon order.
First quarter moon, full moon, first quarter moon, new moon.
New moon, first quarter moon, full moon, second quarter moon.
The ancients believed that the moon had personality. But I firmly believe that the moon has a soul. It lasts, a moment and eternity. Throughout the ages, the sea has changed, and the bright moon is still hanging in the dark, speechless and silent, leaving praise, praise, reverence and faith-as a god. It is detached from time, recorded calmly in no particular order, and tells the feelings of others with light and shadow-the soul of the moon shadow.
The so-called moon shadow evokes the soul, which is probably such a loss.
Do you remember-
There is a kind of indifference called moonlight in the pine forest;
There is a homesickness called looking up, I found it was moonlight;
There is a kind of melancholy called frost night;
There is a yearning for the full moon west building;
There is a friendship that makes me worry about the bright moon;
There is a kind of injury called Yang Liuan Xiaofeng Canyue;
And there is a blessing called a thousand miles * * * ChanJuan?
The moon is a clear and unique feeling because it hangs above you and me.
References:/Calendar 28
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