Stay indoors at sunrise and travel thousands of miles at sunset.

Long sunny fog perineum, long rainy fog will clear up.

The moonlight is hazy, either windy or rainy.

Ants move the snake aisle, and there will be heavy rain tomorrow.

It will be sunny when it rains in the morning, and it will rain until dawn at night.

Clouds are flying all over the sky, and it keeps raining and snowing.

Dark clouds cover the sky, and heavy rain comes quickly.

Prose:

This late autumn rain

I woke up at five o'clock in the morning and I'm not sleepy anymore. Open the inner sash, it is still dark outside, without a ray of light. Only the wind in early winter, wrapped in the rain in late autumn, falls on the earth.

Yes, winter has indeed come! Even the wind is chilly, and even the raindrops are cold.

It seldom rains these days, and the air is stifling dry. However, the smell of winter is so strong, coupled with the pessimism of this group, people generally have a hunch that this will be an extremely terrible winter!

However, winter is not always a particularly annoying season: winter has its beauty.

I am not particularly keen on noisy summer, but I am very keen on the coolness and depth of midsummer night; It's not that I don't like bright spring, but that today's spring is a season full of depression. If you don't believe me, please look at those children with bloodshot eyes and tired faces, and look at those boys and girls who are running between cities in the first grade! In this season, my eyes are full of tears, and I can't help thinking of my carefree and innocent childhood ... I don't like mature autumn. Sweating pays off. Who picked the fruit? I almost became Du Fu in the late Tang Dynasty. How can I feel happy? In this season, most people become cynical monkeys, which makes people feel inexplicably sad.

Yes, I like rain in late autumn and wind in early winter. In this late autumn rain, she was cool, making people feel the dignity of life and died solemnly. This early winter wind is cruel and ruthless, but it makes people awake: all fragile and delicate flowers will go with the wind, and all vanity and glitz are empty. And man is just a particle in this vast world, a dust, a drop of water, a breath, a touch of light, naturally come, naturally live, naturally and quietly return to nature.

Yes, winter has its beauty. So far, all things have revealed their true colors: ugly is ugly, and there is no need to hide shame; Beauty is beauty, without embellishment. More importantly, it makes beauty extremely profound: inner beauty and quality beauty! When flies, bees, butterflies and maggots disappear, the world will become calm, pure and beautiful again.

The messenger of winter is not the wind in late autumn, but the last rain in late autumn. Ruthless autumn wind swept away all the redundant dead branches, yellow leaves and flowers in the world and buried them at the foot of winter. However, this rain in late autumn is more thoughtful. It is not only cold, but also ice-like water, which makes the world cleaner, quieter and more elegant.

In winter, what fascinates me is the white snow, the natural smell of the soil and the lost glaciers.

Favorite old song: I love you, the snow in Saibei, the clouds in my hometown. Of course, snow, that is the patent of the north; It is speculated that the cloud may not necessarily come from the north. The clouds in the north are vast and out of reach, otherwise, how can there be lofty rhetoric of "towering into the clouds"? However, after the quiet and beautiful winter snow, Baishan stands tall against the blue sky; In the blue sky, there are several clouds floating in my hometown ... What a beautiful mood!

Needless to say, the beauty of winter snow is "the spirit and soul of rain". Who said that? Oh, I remember. Mr. Lu Xun once wrote affectionately: Snow is the spirit of rain! Yes, Mr. Wang's love for winter snow stems from the depths of his soul. Snow is naturally the soul of rain.

There is also mud in winter, which is purely a scarce resource and there are not many miracles.

The mud in winter reminds people of distant Siberia, lomonosov, Tchaikovsky, Tolstoy, Pushkin, Gorky and the noble, broad, gloomy and indomitable spirit. We used to praise, worship and even pursue these pure and beautiful realms with passion, but we gave up the treasure that we should not give up the most. We are eager for quick success and instant benefit, we exhaust our resources and fish. We become romantic mud and naturally solidify into cold concrete.

Now the zongzi on Dragon Boat Festival is not sweet, the moon on Mid-Autumn Festival is not round, the gongs and drums on Spring Festival are unhappy, and even the autumn wind and winter snow are not always lingering.

There is a frozen river in winter, but it has long been a child's dream.

We were short of food and clothing at that time, but we were extremely happy at that time. Our thin shirts are open-minded, and the river is cold against the wind, just like a bird that wants to fly freely, unrestrained, with flying thoughts and infinite imagination. Now, the river in those days only had its name, not to mention water, not to mention ice.

The charm of winter is not only here, but also the beauty of winter: she uses the vast land on the earth as the ink of rice paper, which is elegant and elegant, with a different color; She, naturally carving herself, succeeded in one breath, without any trace of affectation. Her beauty is real, simple, simple, natural, quiet, unobstructed and objective. ?

Yes, it's getting brighter outside the window. The rain in late autumn has not stopped, and the wind in early winter is still blowing hard. I simply pushed open the window, and a Mao Mao rain fell in.

Looking at all the silence outside the window and thinking of the coming winter, I can't help laughing.

Silent emptiness, bitter rain

Flowers bloom and rhyme at the end of autumn wind.

The stream is flowing in the mountain stream, the flowers are in full bloom, and the grass is hidden deep. Listen alone.

Slowly flowing, how many adventures in the dream, but back and forth, lost and blurred, wading through mountains and rivers, but inseparable. I still miss you by all means. Hallucinations come and go, and it's normal to be apart. Over the years, I can't attract each other and linger.

Looking at the red spotted flowers in Shan Ye, I feel a little fragrant. Occasionally come and go, accidentally fall in my heart. I still think of you in my heart, just like this lingering fragrance, which fascinates my heart. Have you ever heard that the raindrops in your heart keep pouring down on you, splashing in the starry sky, hanging in the galaxy like twinkling stars, waiting for your arrival and seriously claiming my obsession?

I didn't change my mind with peace of mind. I was as pure as one, waiting for you to search in the silent air, inhabit in the bitter rain, and wait for you to cling to each other, never far away, never chic and romantic in the crowd, never infatuated with Shan Ye like a brook, obsessed with the taste of every flower and the rich color of water rhyme.

Quietly, raise the torch to illuminate the curved water surface, so that you can see my drunken figure clearly, just like the moon and stars. The stars are my dreams, the moon is your figure, and there are many stars. You can only light one of my flowers and make my heart flash, becoming a white rose in your heart, the most obvious one.

My tears fall with the rain, indulging in my night, listening to your crying.

Gentle brook, don't blame me, let me take you as a metaphor, not for ruthlessness or sentimentality, but for a person, in a panic, unable to find a dialect to tell, so that my sweetheart can hear clearly and understand my voice, and has been incoherent and crazy.

You are like a light flying swallow, flying gracefully across the field, quietly across Qian Shan, singing enthusiastically, being light and beautiful, seeing and passing by are so rich and ordinary. Maybe you don't care about the general mood, but I can only wander in the text, interweave with the dreamy world and draw messy pictures and longings.

Thousands of strokes, draw a line, love is euphemistic, lost in the world.

I am drunk because of you, and this line will come to an end.

There is no moonlight sky, no starlight flashing, and the intermittent light rain is endless, which makes me invisible and disorganized and scattered to one side. However, in my heart, Leng Yan is fragrant, sketching out the indirect arc of the tune, stumbling forward in the past, interweaving with dreams of the future, one after another endless infatuation, contributing to prose and poetry, perching by the river, dispersing dragonflies, luring butterflies away, and letting birds take away sensitivity and delicacy.

Can only be speechless, quietly waiting by the stream, listening to the river, whether there is a boat you crossed.

Worried about rain

The rain has been dripping on the canopy, crying like a complaint, like a sad song that is constantly sung.

The wind in April and the rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day are all lingering. The sky is foggy, the mountains are misty and the rivers are confused. This scene also tells its grief through the wind and rain.

The worries of April and Tomb-Sweeping Day cannot be ignored. My brain is tangled, I can't solve it, and I can't stop cutting.

Suddenly, the sunshine came in from the balcony and the room was full of brightness. Long rainy days make people happy for no reason. After being happy for a while, the sun darkened and heavy drops of rain began to rain again. The sky is illuminated by lightning, followed by thunder, as if the nearby mountain were to be split by lightning, and the thunder would blow a hole in the sky. Is this day still safe?

Through the glass, I looked at the dark door, and my sadness extended straight into the distance along my long eyes. Rain is still one after another, falling on the ground, in the heart, wet.

It is alarmist to worry about the stability of the sky and only think about those people and things that fall from the sky. Some people give you warmth, some people give you indifference, some people make you happy and some people make you depressed. Some things give you hope, some things give you sudden despair, some things give you confidence, and some things make you lose. Interwoven together, ups and downs. The space of the heart is so narrow, sadness has overflowed and hung on the face, heavy. My eyes are crowded, too, and they become so heavy.

The news of my hometown did not bring joy, but added a lot of troubles, which haunted me all day. My own worries have not been solved yet, and I have added new ones.

Deeper and deeper twilight gradually darkens the sky. Standing alone in the wind, the phoenix tree is raining, how can it be called "sorrow"? As far as I can see, I can't see the road ahead.

It's so far from home that I can't see them. Close your eyes and melt into the darkness like night. Gradually, the eyes shine, and the figure of relatives warms their eyes. They talked and laughed together, there was no wind and rain, and the sunshine in April was bright and dazzling. Daydreaming, when you wake up, it will only increase your sadness.

Spring is chilly, I can't sleep alone, and the rain outside the window is still lamenting. Tomb-Sweeping Day is a sad day, and even the sky keeps crying. Confused by God's cry, I simply got up with my clothes on. Looking towards the imaginary hometown, I have been looking at my parents' graves. I only feel guilty and ashamed of my dead parents. The mountain is high and the road is far, so I can't go back to my hometown to be filial. Maybe the rain is the parents' complaint. No, no, how can parents who have always regarded their daughters as the apple of their eyes be willing to complain? They must be telling them to take good care of themselves and take good care of themselves outside. Yes, parents only pay for their children, not ask for them. Taking care of yourself is the best reward for parents. This is what they told me.

With the encouragement of relatives, no matter how heavy the rain is, how fierce the wind is, how high the mountain is and how dangerous the road is, we must resolutely go on. No matter how sinister the world is, no matter the envious eyes of others, as long as you do things with your conscience and be a person, even if you are at the end of your rope, it is worthwhile.

It is inevitable that there will be wind and rain in the long journey, and the sadness has not completely dissipated. But I know that even when I have no choice, there is still a warm place that will never refuse me, and that is home.