Gao Yinying
I remember a small poem that reads: Thin rain in spring / Like a needle of embroidery / Fat rain in summer / Like a scale / Whether it is a needle or a stone / There is a heart that wants to be a partner with the soil. A person who can guess the mind of the rain must have been moistened by the rain, and his body must have been hit by the rain, and splashed with emotional waves.
The arrival of the rain and the departure of the rain are often unpredictable. Rain is a means for the sky to occupy the earth, sometimes rain is a pleasant line of poetry, sometimes rain is a crazy cry of ups and downs. And the stone that has been embraced by the rain many times complains to people, when the rain comes, the head is covered, but the real thing to find is not me, it is the land, it is just a roll on me. From spring and summer all the way, I have been paying attention to the rain written by the writer. In the literary world, the wonderful rain beats under the pen of many writers, not only in the image, but also in the soul.
In "Listening to the Rain on a Rainy Night", the young writer Ye Ning has a vivid description of the excited and somber mood on the rainy night. He wrote: "The rain keeps falling, it keeps falling. I felt as if the rain was rising higher and higher, flooding my sixth-floor house, over the foot of my bed, and my bed drifting out of the window. The constant sound of rain, like a melancholy shadow, distorts the dream a little bit. But for those who have a calm mind, the rainy night is not listening to the rain, but listening to Zen. The essayist Xu Songhua reminded the rainy night to "listen to the echoes of the mountains and listen to the chanting of the water", because the rain is a wonderful Sanskrit sound.
Essayist Zheng Yunyun also advocates "listening to the rain", she said: At night, my favorite thing to listen to is the sound of raindrops falling on the roof tiles. Different tiles, different tones, I thought that all the music in the city was not as good as the rain I heard in the countryside. The raindrops rolling on the roof tiles, the music played in a sacred way, must have come from the depths of heaven, without a trace of earthly impurities.
American writer Rossi in "Night Rain", more affectionate words: when I was a child, living in the countryside, "rain" in the middle of the night, raindrops hit the tiles overhead, "sound effects" are wonderful. The peasant father who deals with the land will sigh: "Tomorrow's crops will be greener!" ”...... Now that my father has been dead for ten years, I have inherited my father's personality and like night rain. Thinking that I was practicing in Sanming Normal School, it was my first love, it rained at night, the person I loved was far away, the rain stopped in the middle of the night, and I was suddenly grateful for the night rain, which brought me endless thoughts. Night rain, the most nourishing...
It is the unique atmosphere of rain and the sound of descending into the world that give birth to its boundless imagination. Writer Yu Qingxue's "Listening to rain and sleeping in the idle rain" tells people's strange "synaesthesia" for rain: rain is cold boiled hot tea, and rain is a fine wine that will not be drunk. In his Book "Rain Comes and Goes", Yu Xianhua wrote: The rain is no longer a slight coolness that seeps into the neck, but becomes a groom who rushes to the wedding bed, kissing the weeping willow on the riverbank continuously, this shy dream lover. The heavy rain followed, making the wedding go on with great sound and color; and the willow was only happy, and lo and behold, the river was also moved to tears.
The essayist Han Mufei is deeper for rain than Yu Qingxue and Yu Xianhua. She said in "Time to Boil Rain" that little by little, time boils all things into rainwater and waters their old splendor... Reading this, people have a feeling of "old rain warmth" in their hearts.
Rain is not only spiritual, but also regional. Lao She wrote in "Camel Xiangzi" about the rapid rain in Beiping during the day, which is breathtaking: "The wind carries rain stars, like looking for something on the ground... Another gust of wind, wind, soil, rain, mixed in one place, united into one, horizontal and vertical are all gray and cold, unable to distinguish which is the tree, which is the ground, which is the cloud. The rain channel, ripping the sky and falling, could not see clearly, just a piece, a burst, countless arrows shot on the ground, and thousands of waterfalls fell on the houses. In a few minutes, the heavens and the earth were inseparable, the river in the air fell, and the river on the ground flowed across, becoming a gray, dim, and sometimes white, bright, water world. The rapid rain in Beiping makes people understand the personality of the "pouring rain" in the north.
The coming and going of rain is related to the climate and terrain, and is connected with culture and people's hearts. At this time, the rain has become a wonderful word and a grand epic between heaven and earth.
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