Listen to the rain in the south and snow in the north

"Listening to the Rain in the South" | text: Wang Fan

"I want to follow the gushing water into a sweet dreamland"

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The south is a rainy place, and I am often asleep when I am suddenly awakened by a sudden heavy rain. Therefore, in the rainy season in the south, sometimes it is not easy to get a good night's sleep.

Just like tonight, the heavy rain outside the window is pouring down, and a trace of coolness penetrates through the window ledge, and a wet breath fills the whole room. When I was awakened by the sound of rain, the early morning had passed, and my consciousness was still a blur, and when I looked back, I found that the sound of "rustling" was playing in my ears, and I realized that tonight there was another heavy rain suddenly visiting.

I got up from the bed and pushed open the window, it was raining so much! Only to see the raindrops inserted obliquely, densely woven, constantly sprinkling from the night sky, hitting different objects, light or heavy, slow or urgent, as if clamoring in front of you, pouring out to you for a long night. I couldn't help but think that if it didn't rain tonight, it would be a lot of silence outside, and countless beings would be like me, wrapped in the endless darkness of the night and fall asleep. But the arrival of a rain is believed to have changed a lot, and like me, most of them will certainly be awakened by a rain and toss and turn, and sleepless all night.

Recently, probably because of the rain falling too frequently, after returning from work during the day, I didn't want to go anywhere at night, I just wanted to shut myself in my room and read quietly, my mind wandered in the books for a long time, and I often seemed indifferent to the arrival of one or more rains. Because I don't live on the top floor of the building, and there are no big trees behind the front of the house, I can hardly hear the loud "snapping" sound made by the raindrops when they hit the roof and leaves, and only hear the rain flowing down one layer of the iron fence of the balcony anti-theft net down the other layer.

Sometimes, this sound will be with the size of the rain, suddenly slow, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, so that people in the silence to produce a long, long meaning.

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The rain had not stopped, and it was pitch black all around, and the street lamps glowed faintly in the distance. My wife and children were already sound asleep, and I went to the balcony, hid my body in the darkness, and faced with a sudden night rain, my expression became trance-like. Rain in the south is like this, it often comes without warning and catches people off guard.

For the rain, the ancients have long described, the great Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu in his poem "Spring Night Happy Rain" the description of the rain is particularly impressive to read: "Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening." Dive into the night with the wind, and the moisturizer is silent. And the Southern Song Dynasty lyricist Jiang Jie wrote a poem "Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain", from feeling nostalgic to sighing about the rain, conveying the sad and cool taste of the literati who are old and have no ambition in life, and it is still enduring hundreds of years later, and after reading it, people are sighing: "The young man listens to the song upstairs, and the red candle is fragrant." In the prime of life listening to the rain passenger boat, jiang kuoyun low broken swallow called the west wind. And now listening to the rain monks, the sideburns have been stars also. The joy and sorrow are always merciless, and the first step of the order is dripped until dawn. "Nowadays, people's feelings about rain are even more different, and many literati and inkers have had more wonderful descriptions of rain, so I will not elaborate on them here.

I grew up in a relatively remote small mountain village, from primary school to university, to work for many years, life is constantly changing due to time and space, but so far I always feel that nothing has been achieved, the mood is often full of thoughts, and the love of rain often varies from situation to situation. However, as a generation born and living in a peaceful era, it must be pointed out that my life experience is undoubtedly much luckier than that of people in the past, and I have neither experienced the broken mountains and rivers in history like my predecessors, nor have I tasted the miserable and rainy days of family destruction, and naturally I do not have as many sighs about a rain as my predecessors, and I will not have unwarranted mixed feelings or sadness. However, I believe that in today's world, when the material abundance of society is unprecedented and people's overall spiritual life feels empty, there will certainly be many people like me, who will be touched by the arrival of a rain, and feel very different from the past and this life.

I still vividly remember that when I was a child, my elementary school was far from the village, and it took more than half an hour to walk, and I had to cross a stream without a bridge to get to the school. In the rainy season, the rushing, rising river sometimes passes through people's breasts, and every time I go back and forth, my father carefully treads the stones in the water, carrying me and my brother one by one, almost every time, I have a dangerous situation, so I had an unspeakable dislike for the rain. Fortunately, my father, who was a teacher, had a lot of stories in his belly, and led our brothers along the way, which not only drove away the tiredness, but also invisibly alleviated my hostility to the rain. But in any case, the "click" of the rain at that time was not beautiful music for me, but a wet discomfort and a deep taste of the bitter life in the early countryside.

Later, I went to the city to study, and slowly got away from the rain in the countryside. Especially after participating in the work, with the improvement of living conditions, I have raincoats, umbrellas and other rain gear in and out, and sometimes even a small car pick-up, there is no longer a worry about rain, so I no longer hate the rain, on the contrary, I gradually like the rain. Especially in recent years, perhaps it is the writing mentality that makes it so! I have a special affection for a rain and seem to be particularly sensitive, whether it comes in a gentle breeze or a storm. Living in a noisy city for many years, it is now rare to see the heavy rain of the countryside that was suddenly mountain windy, lightning and thunder, and in the middle of the year, in addition to the occasional typhoon landing, it is also rare to see the kind of heavy rain and heavy rain that destroys the decay. However, because I do not sleep on the top floor of the building, whenever it rains, I always feel that there is no charm of "big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, noisily cutting miscellaneous bullets", which makes me often feel regretful.

However, because I need to go out or go to work, whenever it rains, it will still cause me a lot of trouble, but it will not make me hate the rain. Whether it is "a delicate fly touching paper" or a "loud and sonorous mountain falling spring", for me, it is a rare natural sound. Listening to a rain calmly may not be as elegant as it is for those who haunt the dance hall or teahouse bar all day, but for me, it is nothing less than a rest of the soul, a conditioning of life, a cultivation of emotion, and even a kind of intoxicating enjoyment.

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Tonight, in the face of a very ordinary night rain in the south, for no reason, I suddenly had many emotions, and an inexplicable and inexplicable thought lingered in my heart and lingered. These rains sprinkled from the dark night sky, like curtains of water, fell on the cement floor of the yard, and some of them would seep into the ground, some of them would evaporate into the air, and some of them would flow into the stomach of man.

Rain in different time backgrounds, can always give people with different moods with different moods, or make people depressed, or make people excited, or make people happy, or make people sad, these rains that nourish everything in the world are always so touching. People sit on the edge of time, unconsciously blown white by the frost of the years, and the rain has been sprinkled from the air for hundreds of millions of years, in my eyes, these clear rains are crystal clear, as if from the river in the sky, never mixed with a trace of human variegation.

Just like tonight, the rain of the night dripped in front of my window again, echoing in my ears. They are like the secret whispers of nature, and just like the gentle palm of the southern girl, gently rubbing your soul that is running and tired because of survival, driving away the depression and irritability, tiredness and indifference that you have bred because of the struggle for fame and profit, and retrieving the mood you have lost because you can't find the stage of life. A rain in the south is by no means like the snow that is flying in the north, it will not bring you a blow below zero degrees, it will only bring you a peace, a peace, a joy of desirelessness in the murmur of a lover.

I sometimes wonder how unfortunate it would be for a person not to be interested in a rain or enthusiastic all his life. For me, looking at each other with a rain that visits the earth is like peering at the smiling people on the side of the water, and even if there is no ripple in my heart, I am afraid that I cannot stop the water. Maybe it was because of the rain that had drizzled in the past, but tonight, in the face of a rain, I was no longer upset, but calm and indifferent. Sometimes I will be surprised by my calmness and indifference, perhaps one day, under the dual pressure of survival and development, I may be impetuous for no reason, how to find a flat boat in the abundant rain in the south, prop up the city of red wine and greenery, singing and dancing, and placing a quiet heart has become a problem that I think about day and night.

At this time, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, lightning jumps in the clouds from time to time, and thunder comes from afar, which seems to summon me, life should never be decadent, and I must blow the horn of progress to encourage myself. I suddenly felt a lifting of my spirits, and remembered the four sayings that Master Hongyi once said: If you encourage yourself with the exercise of frost, you will be high in character; if you allow people with the weight of the dome, you will be virtuous and broad; if you take friends with friendship, you will learn more and more, and if you use prudent actions to benefit your life, the road will be far away. On this rainy night, I chewed and tasted it again and again, as if I had realized something.

I turned and went into the room and lay down on the bed again. The rain in the south, please let's go a little longer! Tonight, I will follow the gushing water into a sweet dreamland.

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Pseudonym: Wang Fan. He likes the text form of poetry, prose, and essays, and is not good at arranging and setting character appearances

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