Listen to the spring rain during the valley rainy season
Jiang Baobing
On this day, I got up in the morning and heard the sound of rain outside the window. After breakfast, I was going to work at the unit, and my wife said, "Xiucai, give you a task." You see this rain from last night has been falling until now, to the class do not idle, just write a "listen to the rain" it! "Huh? Your question is also too big, right? Throughout the ages, there are many famous articles about listening to rain: you see Lu You's "Xiaolou listens to spring rain one night, and the ming dynasty sells apricot blossoms in deep alleys"; Du Fu's "Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening." Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently"; the most famous one to listen to the rain is of course Jiang Jie's "Yu Meiren", everyone has written it, isn't it difficult for you husband? "Don't you have a belly full of ink?" How is it called a skill without a little difficulty? "Why don't you lower the difficulty of the wife?" "That's called Listening to the Spring Rain." "The topic is still big enough, or how about it be called "Listening to Spring Rain during the Valley Rainy Season"?" "Good! It's called "Listening to the Spring Rain during the Valley Rainy Season"! ”
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Listening to the rain would have been a graceful thing to do. Although I think I am not a complete layman, I am not really a gentleman, probably between the elegant and the vulgar. In memory, in ancient Chinese poetry, the works about listening to the rain are dazzling, and Sister Lin in "Dream of the Red Chamber" likes the sentence "Leave the lotus to listen to the sound of the rain". Of course, the most famous poem to listen to the rain is jiang jie's "Yu Meiren" of the Song Dynasty:
The teenager listens to the rain song upstairs,
Red candles dim.
In the prime of life listening to the rain in the passenger boat,
The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
And now listen to the rain monk Lu Down, .
Sideburns have stars also.
Sorrow and joy are always merciless,
Before the first term,
Drip until dawn.
Jiang Jie's mood when he listened to the rain was quite complicated. He summed up his life by listening to the rain, from adolescence, prime-age to old age, reaching the realm of "sadness and joy are always merciless".
I prefer rainy days, when the mood is good, I like to wander in the fine silky light rain, enjoy the scenery in the rain, as if I have also integrated into the amorous embrace; when the mood is melancholy, I always want to sit on the balcony to watch the rain, quietly listen to the rain, longing for the ganlin that falls from the sky to soothe my uneven heart; look forward to the rustling of the rain, recall my lost heart. In the rain, my soul was suddenly purified and I felt fresh and comfortable. I love the rain, I like to watch the rain flutter, I like to listen to the sound of the rain hitting the glass window.
Why are you so happy to hear the rain today? There's not much elegance in it, and I'm a complete "layman" here. I think mainly of wheat and saplings, of the green wheat seedlings of the vast wilderness and the millions of saplings that have just been planted.
Although I was born in the countryside, I left the village with my father to come to the city at the age of six, and I could not talk about any farm work, but I picked up wheat, picked beans, cut grass, and broke sticks. I have the blood of the peasants in my veins, and I have deep feelings for the peasants and the countryside. I also know that "spring rains are as expensive as oil", and the highest hope of farmers is to hit more grain, and as soon as there is a drought, the crops in the field will be threatened.
Even if I live in the city for a long time, when it rains a little, I look up at the clouds, anxious, never inferior to the peasants. A while ago, it seemed to be very dry again, and I listened to the weather forecast every day, always observing the clouds in the sky, worrying like a fire, in vain. In the dream, I also saw a drizzle of rain.
This morning, my dream came true. I sat in a spacious and bright office, looking out the window at the drizzle and listening to the rustle of the rain on the leaves. In wheat fields large and small, each leaf seems to open its small mouth and suck on the raindrops as much as it can, like the nectar that fell from heaven, which was originally a little wilted, and now it has become blue; it was originally green, and now it is even greener. The millions of saplings that have just been planted around Arbor Day are bathed in this life-saving spring rain, desperately straightening their waists and laying deep roots. With this life-saving spring rain, these millions of saplings were saved, and the income of the people was guaranteed.
"Tick-tock, light rain." The pine tree said, let's go down, I'm going to sprout. The pear tree said, let's go down, I'm going to blossom. Mai Miao said, let's go down, I want to grow up. The nursery rhymes of childhood once again rang in my ears. I prayed silently, wishing the rain a long time, and never stopping...
About author:Jiang Baobing, Zi Jianmei, Owner of Jianmei Building, Master of Qingfeng Hall, Member of China Prose Literature Association, Member of the Whole Committee of Dezhou Writers Association, Member of Dezhou Calligraphers Association. He is a director of the Yucheng Writers Association and an editorial board member of Yucheng Literature. The work "Night Reading Lu Xun" won the second prize of the national "Walking with the Republic, Good Books Grow with Me" Reading essay competition, and "Looking at Social Changes from Dietary Changes" won the first prize of the National Day Essay contest for the 60th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. "The Green Plane Tree" won the third prize for outstanding literary and artistic works in practicing the core values of socialism. "Growing Up with the Great Motherland" won the first prize of the "Lucky Color Cup, I and New China" with an award for essays.
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