Winter tree
Spring rain is always spring rain
Text | Yin Chunxu
Yin Chunxu is a teacher at Lianyuan No. 2 Middle School. Click on the top album #Yin Chunxu to see more historical articles.
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This spring rain oh, a little young and crazy, a little wanton. I don't remember which day the shelf is in full swing, it's even more difficult to know which day to wait until the end, only to feel that it has been down for a long time, and there is no sign of stopping, this is not, the cracking outside the window is making a lot of noise.
Looking at its volume and temper, it is not at all the position of "wet apricot blossom rain" and "light rain on the sky street is as crisp as crisp", not the rhythm of "sneaking into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently". She is slightly unrestrained, not gentle, grinning, falling generously, lingering endlessly, tuotuo stalls, pouring mode, pouring you a soup chicken, soaking you a water monkey.
If in this kind of spring rain, the petty lilac knots in Dai Wang ShuYu Lane would have been washed away long ago, and the oil-paper umbrella that was not very powerful, I am afraid that it is only a lyrical prop, and there is not much practical effect.
This rain is a little bit more, a little big, a little long spring rain, I don't know if the brother who grows vegetables likes it, I don't know if the lady of the mulberry is like it, but I know:
Flowers love. Aren't the flowers in the rain more colorful?
Ye Er liked. Aren't the foliage in the rain shining more?
Birds loved it. Aren't birds chirping in the rain crisper and louder?
"The spring tide brings rain to the evening, and the wild ferry has no one to cross itself." Isn't the spring rain like this, and isn't the spring rain supposed to be like this?
In any case, no one can be mistaken, your name is Spring Rain, you will not be the cold ice of Xiao Killing, you will not be a miserable Wind - your jelly jade liquid full of life yeast will surely awaken thousands of elves; your crystal pure colorless droplets will be better than all the colorful painting materials in the world, and you will spill out a colorful world.
Your god-like creation is everywhere, the music of life is playing in the dirt, playing on the tip of the tender grass, and the gorgeous and rich ceremonial guards have set off to the dance floor of another new season.
Camus said, "When you are too anxious about the future, pain arises from the depths of your heart." But this sentence of the master does not apply to the spring rain, the expectation in the spring rain, the worry of not hoping to step on the air, the panic of no good dreams, the peach red willow green, the song and swallow dance, the soft silkworm breaking the cocoon, the yellow calf singing the gang, the same does not fall, there is no suspense, it will be fully cashed.
I want to say that there have always been only two situations in this spring rain, either the pleasure of hiding or the joy of being unstoppable. Isn't it?
Wait, wait, maybe in the evening of this day, or tomorrow morning, all you can imagine, and you hope, all the beauty of spring, will be presented in front of your eyes, that ferry, will still be crowded, full of spring.....
Who would be annoyed by the spring rain? Who would curse the spring rain? Who can recreate a season that is more beautiful than spring? Who can sprinkle pearls more precious than spring rain?
Spring rain, go with you, what does it matter if you are naughty, and it is more likable to be unbridled. Spring rain is always spring rain, and I know that you can always pour out a picturesque, sweet season - spring.
Ben had put down his pen and remembered a slogan he had seen when he was a child: "Spring rain is as expensive as oil, and ploughing cattle is like war horses." I see it as a slogan because it has the distinctive characteristics of that era: it is written on the wall, specifically on the facades of a loess brick farmhouse.
It is written in lime and is very eye-catching. This crooked, loose and crumbling "bullpen work" naturally has no artistic value, but it seems to have a powerful attraction, which will make you gaze at it, stop and meditate, and finally make you nod your head slightly and smile. When I first saw it, my young heart was touched, and decades have passed, and countless slogans and slogans have been forgotten.
In the face of this lime verse brushed with pig's bristle brush, my seemingly beautiful words, which I have put together, immediately look pale and weak, looking awkward and redundant.
Yes, "spring rain is as expensive as oil", just these five words, the spring rain is enough.