In the morning, a spring thunder woke up my sleeping dream, and even awakened bamboo shoots, because the pace of spring is near.
New Xin Ran opened his eyes and couldn't wait to get dressed. She stood at the window, watching the scene of "good rain knows the season, when spring comes"-more and more heavy rain slams on the leaves of buttonwood, and the water flowing down from the room is crisp and pleasant. Occasionally a gust of wind, leaves twist and whisper, and thousands of jade beads fly down, creating a symphony of nature. Looking at the rain outside the window, I found that my mood was like a downpour. What should be put down has been put down, and what should be picked up is still far away. Maybe he was captured by loneliness and began to miss home again.
"Why hasn't the prince appeared yet?" I have asked myself this question for many years, and I have deceived myself for many years. Maybe destiny takes a hand, the only thrill will arrive late. If he will appear in my life sooner or later, it's worth waiting for. Until the end of my life, I can say with a clear conscience: "I didn't resist the temptation because I didn't want to be lonely." I didn't lose what should belong to me because I couldn't resist the temptation. I will never cherish my originality because I am eager for something I can't get. "
However, I have a calm heart. Will the real society give me a quiet life in return? I think the answer is generally yes, generallyno. I am in the lower class of society, but I have a natural poet's breath. I suffer from lack of financial support. After graduation, I have been living a life of looking for a job. Since I failed to do what I didn't want to do, I simply forgot that I was a poor man and a bookworm, and boldly pursued my dream of becoming a great writer. Literature is the most suitable development path for me, and it is also a career to achieve myself and add value to myself!
I would like to be a green leaf hit by the rain outside the window, let the cruelty of reality hit my 18-year-old soul and hone my will to have the fighting spirit of a soldier. "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" I believe that the sunshine is always after the storm, and I will cherish the "comfortable" life now: I love my mother, the shelves are full of books, and there are fewer complaints. I won't insist on a job with a stable income. I will learn to comfort myself: "Some people are smart and beautiful, but their careers are not smooth."
Thunderstorm, please hit my heart and make me tougher, more patient and more mature than now in cruel training.
The lyric prose of watching the rain 2 is well sung by Mai, and the lyrics of "Come to Taipei to watch the rain in winter" are also beautiful, but a little sad. I like watching the rain. I looked at the rain stupidly, and my heart was carefree and quiet.
Generally speaking, there is little rain in Beijing, but the rain in Beijing is capricious. Summer months are crowded, but you can't see them in the second half of autumn. It sometimes rains in summer, and a rainstorm flooded Beijing on July 2 1 20xx, killing nearly 100 people. Perhaps because of the lack of rain, the drainage system in Beijing is very poor. Mr. Liang Shiqiu said that the waterproof foundation of his house is very high, and Mr. Zhou Zuoren laughed at himself as "bitter rain shelter" because the water in Beijing's yard could not be discharged. In modern times, it hasn't changed much. In the heavy rain of 20xx, several unfortunate people drowned in the streets of the capital and their own residences.
There is a lot of rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are layers of rain. Spring, summer, autumn and winter have their own characteristics. According to the weekly calendar, October is the beginning of a year, which is about equivalent to November in the modern Gregorian calendar, and it is late autumn in Jiangnan. The autumn rain in the south of the Yangtze River is very hazy, and it is unclear whether it is fog or rain on cloudy days. When you go out, there is a thick layer of white water droplets on your clothes, like a sulking child, which people with thick hearts can't feel. After all, the child is sunny, and the autumn rain will not last for a few days. It rained heavily in winter, and when I came back at night, the rain formed ice stubble on the umbrella, body and tree. Winter rain is like a sad village woman. It fell deeply, sad for a while, and turned into snowflakes all over the sky. Big flowers hit pedestrians, turned into snow water, and filled shoes along the trouser legs. The obstinacy of village women never sees sunshine, and it rains continuously. One year, they went back to Jiangnan during the Spring Festival, and they didn't see a ray of sunshine for ten days. The spring rain is like a melancholy girl. The constant crying made everything wet, and the walls and the ground were covered with water drops. This is the rainy season in Jiangnan. Xia Yu is a big spender. Frequent heavy rains often bring roaring floods. Finally, some people can't make ends meet, so they have to make a show with lightning and thunder, but there is not much rain. Scatter a little here and a little there, and only listen to thunder where it can't be scattered. Midsummer is the time when Jiangnan needs rain most, but it runs out of reserves. Later, even the thunder could not be heard. There are always two extremes in summer in Jiangnan: flood and drought.
The rain in Hainan is very abundant. Successive typhoons have brought plenty of rain, and strong winds have helped the rainstorm pour down endlessly. Hainan is a child who hasn't grown up. You can't always plan ahead. Haikou, the capital of Hainan, is flooded several times a year. Hainan people don't have to pay attention to the weather forecast, and always take rain gear when they go out. On a sunny day, it suddenly began to rain. The cyclist stopped on the spot and put on his raincoat to continue his journey. My office can only see a small world outside, almost filled with construction sites. A small square pond is full of weeds and garbage, which is very unsightly. Unexpected rainstorms often make up for the lack of scenery, and one line after another falls from the sky, which makes me stare. A person lives in an army compound far from his family. The rainy night is wet, and it is inevitable that there will be some loneliness. A professional Bel Canto female voice is singing, and a male voice is singing. There seems to be only one lyric, "Because of love …", which is sung repeatedly. Singing brings meaning to rainy nights.
Last year, strange white clouds floated in the blue sky of the Xilamuren grassland in Inner Mongolia. An evil wind came for no reason, rolled up dust on the spot, quickly surrounded the station wagon and the horse pen, and the blue sky was replaced by dark clouds. Here, I finally realized what a bean-sized raindrop is. When I hit my body, I obviously felt the strength of the rain. I hit the trampled ground and started a small cloud of smoke. Although the rain on the grassland is threatening, there is no goods at all, not even wet hair. The rain in Ningxia desert is getting worse. A sudden gust of wind stirred up the pale leaves of Salix psammophila and stung people. The wind, wrapped in sand and dead branches and leaves, slammed on pedestrians. The rain came in an instant and disappeared in an instant. The rain didn't hit the body as much as the sand. It's funny that it rains so hard in the desert.
Rain is a natural phenomenon, but Mai is sad in Taipei, and Dai Wangshu is wandering in the rain lane. Everyone looks at it in a different mood. When people reach middle age, they feel less sad and hesitate no more. They just look at it for no reason, but they just like it.
The sunshine in May is wet by drizzle, the flowers are wet by humid air, and the grass shakes its head and exhales in a fresh and comfortable world. Some people say that May is a world of dreams and an ocean of flowers. I am thinking about the melody of life in the lush and beautiful May. Qiu Ping, remember that May 22 years ago? The earth is always so wet under the kiss of summer rain, and the sunshine surrounds you and me warmly and affectionately through the humid air. You are free and easy, and your calmness is like summer sunshine. At that time, I always thought that your gorgeous life was so full, and your luck tomorrow would be rooted in the real soil like the sunshine in May, and gradually bear rich and happy fruits.
However, when the autumn rain comes, you reap a withering experience in your life. His illusory love affair gives you an unprepared inquiry about love. September is supposed to be the harvest season. You are in a daze, and the autumn wind blows off the yellow leaves on the tree. Your dry heart cannot measure the depth of love in those three years. Autumn is deep, so deep that people can't see the bleak end, and autumn is shallow, so shallow that people can feel the end of life everywhere, and feel that the fate between seasons and people is drifting away. He left without feeling. Perhaps, you need to re-prove your view of love in superficial feelings and find the true meaning of love in sincere dedication of thoughts and feelings, but, ah, the strange circle of life always surrounds us inadvertently or inadvertently.
You are like a flower in the snow, trying to illuminate the other side of life with the first bright light, but the luck of life always passes you by. If the encounter between life and life is always cast in an instant like crackle, then the mutual acceptance and infiltration of life requires the promotion of human nature and mutual understanding. Your confusion is that the choice is not very transparent, which has buried bitter fruit for you, and the bumpy life is spreading for you ahead.
No one protects you from the hardships of life. You need to taste the hardships of life alone. No matter how hard and tired you are, you must face it alone. Even when you are struggling, you should walk forward with a proud smile. You carry the burden of family life alone, but he is always wandering around. There is a poem that says, "I can't cross the river by boat because there is a whirlpool in the middle of the river and the waves are falling." I think, you are a pioneer in the cry of life, always forging ahead in perseverance!
Life is like fishing fire. We are sailing to the other side in the eternal spark, and we are actively marching. Moonlight beach and soft river bank will spread out slowly before your eyes like a roll of water, and you will soon enter the sheltered harbor. However, fate throws you into the water unexpectedly, and the inevitable danger will swallow you up in an instant. Open your eyes before you die, as if you had drawn a big question mark on the god of fate!
In May, the trees are covered, the flowers are blooming in May, and the cool breeze brings people a dream of hope in May. How many May we spent together, such as the passing of water's youth; May flowers weave, May trees are fresh. How many ordinary or extraordinary things we have walked together! Life in May is full of energy, and the dream of life in spring is generated here, full of passion! Schools are full of vitality, but your life passed away in a hurry in May, just like the rain in May, which permeated the heart of the earth forever. And I banished my thoughts to my own heart, thinking about the essence of life and constantly asking the melody of life! Qiu Ping, looking at the rain in May, I saw you. The melody of your life is too vicissitudes and too short. I know that the melody of life is not the same rhythm, the same gorgeous, the same tenacity and high. I only hope that the spring of your life will come back in May of the next life, with green grass, and slowly walk through your new river of life, towards eternity and the other side of towards the distant!
Lyric Prose Watching the Rain 4 The town where I have lived for a long time is surrounded by chimneys of several large steel mills. The sky is covered with gray smog every day, and the streets, leaves and green spaces are covered with a layer of black dust.
Air conditioning is difficult to dispel the heat and irritability in the room. In the afternoon, a cool breeze blows gently. Opening the window only brings drizzle. Go to the street to watch the rain! Hurriedly boarded the labor protection rain boots that I haven't worn for many years, rolled up my long trouser legs, took the elevator from the residential building on 16 floor, and strolled on the downtown street. It was raining heavily. I stood on a step and watched the rain with interest.
Raindrops hit leaves, waiting rooms, balconies, billboards and umbrellas, forming many harmonious symphonic music. Raindrops bounce off the dust on the road, leaves and roofs, and the air is full of pungent dust smell, and the earthy smell soon disappears. Raindrops fall from roofs and trees again, merge into the ground to form rivers, and enter the drainage crossings along the street. At first, cigarette butts, scraps of paper and leaves rolled in the muddy water and flowed down the sewer. Larger garbage swirled at the water crossing, trying to enter the waterway, but it was difficult to pass through the water filter. The cleaner quickly moved these things to the garbage truck. Later, the river turned into muddy water and then into clear water.
How comfortable it is that there is no dust flying in the street on rainy days. Cars washed by rain and with bright mirrors, like people, like to paddle in the middle of the road in rainy days. In the March of the wheel rubbing against the water, it impacts one sector after another. There are no bustling crowds on the street, and the traffic in the rain has become a landscape, which makes people dizzying.
The water washed the street as clean as a mirror, and the leaves and flowers in the isolation belt in the center of the street were dressed up by the rain, revealing their beautiful true colors. The rain came gently and it was difficult to leave. It has been raining for two hours, so I don't think I have seen enough of this wonderful nature performance in the street.
The sun smiled from the clouds, and an old gentleman standing next to me told me that if a rainbow hung in the sky decades ago in the east of today's climate, the economy of this small town has made rapid progress in recent decades, but it has brought serious air pollution. I have never seen a rainbow since I lived in this town in the 1980s.
The old man's words reminded me of the song "How long can the signboard hang on the stormy street?" ? How many old songs do you remember? How many bosom friends have you made in your life? "Soft melody accompanied by slightly sad lyrics floated into my ears, and my mood was excited. When will Rainbow return to this town?
Lyric Prose on Watching the Rain 5 Watching the rain is a state of mind; Watching the rain is a mood.
I like watching the rain. I like to walk in the rain and experience the coolness of the rain; I like raindrops to wet my shoulders and feel the moisture of the rain; I like to think of rain as a living thing to interpret its romance and melancholy. I think watching the rain is a kind of enjoyment.
It hasn't rained for a long time I woke up in the morning and saw that it was raining outside. It seems that it has been raining for a long time and the ground is all wet. The sky is not very dark, and there are no more clouds gathering in the sky, like a piece of white cloth with a little dark color, laying flat on the top of the head to cover the sun and let the rain fall. This flat cloud makes people imagine that such a cloud can also rain. The rain is falling gently. The raindrops are small and scattered, a bit like fog, and the sound of falling on the glass is so slight that it is almost inaudible. It seems that it is also afraid of waking people's good dreams. Just put on new clothes of flowers and trees, happily accepted the baptism of rain. I have the urge to walk in the rain. Go out of the house and feel the kiss of the rain. The rain is soft, and the raindrops are small and gentle, giving people a soft feeling. The rain drops on my body almost imperceptibly. Passers-by didn't take an umbrella, everything was the same as when it didn't rain, and people didn't deliberately take shelter from the rain. A man's bench hairstyle, like a hedgehog, has a crystal jewel on each hair. From time to time, women just wipe away small drops of water in the sea with their hands. The mountains not far away used to be so clear, but now they look so ethereal and hazy in the rain. I'm a little intoxicated. Standing in the rain and watching the drizzle, I feel calm. But in a short time, the sky changed, as if someone accidentally stepped on the white cloth, and the originally flat cloud curtain was no longer flat, and pieces of black clouds slowly swam here. The sky is no longer bright. The rain began to get heavier. Raindrops are no longer gentle and gentle. The slender rain beat the rain and fog on the ground and carried me home. I really can't tell whether it's morning or night. Stand by and open the window and watch the rain. The slender rain is like cow hair, like a needle, like a filament. With the breeze, it draws different diagonal lines, trying to cut the sky into countless pieces. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, which makes people lose the calmness when they first started watching the rain. I feel the rain beads shining like elves, falling from the sky, clear and dripping, as if there is no end, just like the tears of a dissatisfied wife, which will never end and flow bigger and bigger. There is more and more water on the ground. Raindrops fall and splash beautiful rain flowers. Where the water is deep, small bubbles float and drift and break in the water.
It's getting dark and it's raining harder and harder. This is a lonely day, and it is still raining sadly. I can't help but think of the lyrics in a song and feel attached. I stood at the window and watched the rain fall in the air. Watching the dark clouds on the roof coming at me from that direction made me have nowhere to hide. I couldn't breathe and felt suffocated. Fortunately, after a while, it was getting brighter, but it was raining harder. Occasionally picked up thoughts are completely disrupted by the rain outside the window.
I haven't seen my sky for a long time. Today, I found that my sky is still so blue. It was already dark when I first arrived. I almost fell down when I was looking at the sky. I found two stars, one in the south and the other in the south.
I think it is going to rain here. I like rain, but I don't take an umbrella when it rains. It seems very chic. I don't care if I walk outside on rainy days, because the rain can only change my hairstyle and the mud on the ground can only stain my white shoes. The important thing is that it hasn't changed my gender, and you should remember that when I walk in the rain, don't look at the rain on my face, but look at my unchanging smile.
My tooth decay is blocked by my money. Go to the hospital. I spent more than 100 yuan, and the nerves inside are a little bit, but it still hurts a little. Maybe that's it. I asked an experienced man when he would be well that day. Soon. This dental disease is really the sentence "toothache is not a disease, it hurts like hell", but I found a delicious, Wangzai steamed bread when I had a toothache, which was really delicious. I didn't expect that "good teeth, good appetite and delicious food" can be known now. Be sure to treat it well when it is done.
I don't smoke, but I cough badly. That's because I have a cold. When will it get better? Soon. I didn't take medicine because I didn't like it.