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Rainy seasons
Wen | Liu Zhanqiu
I love rain, no matter what the season, I love it. The images and memories she gave me will always be beautiful.
In spring, the leaves begin to flash yellow and green, and the buds gently sway in the wind, seemingly carrying a kind of winter dusk. But as long as it is washed by a spring rain, that color and demeanor are unimaginable. Every tree seemed to open its eyes particularly brightly. The arms of the branches suddenly softened, and the budding leaves simply undulated with a layer of green waves. Water droplets dripped from the buds, more delicate than the girl's tears. In mid-air, there always seemed to be a curtain of transparent water mist, pulling the color prism of the sun. At this time, the whole earth was beautiful, and the grass was turning like a revived earthworm, making a rustling sound that could only be heard in spring. Breathing became cheerful, and the air was like countless sweet fruits, tempting the nose and lips. Really, only this rain completely drove away the winter and changed the appearance of the world.
And summer, it is even more unique. The summer rain also has a summer character, warm and rough! There are a few dark clouds gathering in the sky, sometimes there is not even a hint of thunder, and when you have no time to think, the bean-like raindrops will hit. But the rain is not terrible at this time, because your pores are so hot that you open your mouth and look at the cool nectar. Wearing an umbrella and wearing a bucket hat can certainly keep the body clean. But when the head is poured, taking a rain bath is more delicious, but the wet hair, forehead, and eyelashes are dripping with water, blocking the line of sight of the eyes, and the ears are also a little itchy. At this point, you will prefer everything. If the spring rains give the earth beautiful clothes, and after several summer rains, the earth shows all its temptations with its fullness. Everything was unabashedly open. Flowers bloom, leaves bulge with sap, countless weeds scramble to grow, and the heat is absorbed by a green sponge. Lotus leaves covered the river, eagerly waiting for the rain, to play the symphony of summer rain with the sound of cicadas in the distance and frog drums in the near distance.
When the field is dyed golden and the various fruits are ringing bells, the rain, like a mother who is married and has a baby, looks dignified and contemplative. At this time, the rain does not go out much. The fields are almost always golden suns. Perhaps, people have forgotten about the rain. Ripe crops are waiting to be harvested, golden seeds need to be dried, and even the reddish mountain fruit hopes to be sweetened at the end. Suddenly, one night, there was a noise on the window glass, it was rain, it was autumn rain that made people quiet, nostalgic, and emotional! The sky was dark, but the rain shone brightly; the fields were still, but the rain was pouring out. Suddenly, you will have a long line of emotion. Perhaps, after a spring and summer when people are tired, when the harvest is already at the gate, how much quiet and contemplation are needed! The rain becomes lighter and more affectionate, the sound of water under the eaves, the splash of water on the window glass, will accompany your night dreams. If you have that sense of joy, the autumn rains of the day will not be boring. You will only feel higher, deeper, and let the cold raindrops purify your soul, and you will surely see from afar that after an autumn rain a purer, more open earth will appear.
Perhaps, when winter comes, people will hate the rain! But by this time, the rain had already made up, and it often turned into a beautiful snowflake and floated into the world. In the south, rain still occasionally visits the earth, but it becomes more stingy. It is neither pouring nor silky, nor is it dripping, it shows a natural, calm. In the gray winter sky, the rain becomes transparent and even somewhat dry, almost not as colorful as spring, summer and autumn. But when people were fed up with the cold wind and hated the dry and bitter smell, when the rain fell overhead, it seemed to descend a special warmth, as if the smell of flowers and leaves came out of the wetness. The coldness was soft, not as aggressive as the north wind. Looking far away, the harvested fields became very bright, leafless branches, rain-drenched haystacks, against the porcelain-colored sky, like a clean and neat woodcut. The rapeseed in the nearby pond was washed by this winter rain and even forgot about the harsh winter. Suddenly, in the evening, the mercury column descended, the dawn knocked on the window in advance, and you opened your eyes to see that the roofs, branches, and streets had been covered with soft snow blankets, and the light on the ground was brighter than the sky. This rain spirit, the rain princess, brings extraordinary honey to the southern cities and fields, and is the last gift of the year it gives to people.
O rain, the rain of my love, you flow before my eyes all year round, you bring vitality to my life, you bring moisture to my feelings, you bring flow to my thoughts. It was only in the rain that I truly felt that the world was alive, with joy and tears. But in the dry cities of the north, how rare are our encounters! I only hope that the increasing green will bring you back into our lives.
Ah, the rain that is always beautiful and loving!
About the Author:
Liu Zhanqiu (1935-), a native of Wuhu, Anhui. He is a famous contemporary poet, translator, critic, former deputy editor of Poetry Journal, and vice president of the Chinese Prose and Poetry Society. As early as the mid-1980s, he was hailed by a generation of college students as the "King of Lyric Poetry". His works are fresh and ethereal, full of modern consciousness and novel and free, based on the expression of feelings and emotions, not only facing life, but also transcending time and space. His essays "The Four Seasons of Rain", "The Umbrella", and "The Little Girl Who Sold Whip Horns" have all been included in middle school Chinese textbooks.
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