Spring
Author: Lei Wenjun
The rain these days, no day and no night. Cut off the temperature from more than 30 degrees, and the sweater that had just been put away was taken out again, and the lady was complaining, isn't this a troublemaker? truly.
Who can blame me? Blame the fickle boy of Spring. The weather forecast says there is strong convective weather, which I will believe. Yesterday's hot sun basked on those dangling arms in front of me, lotus-like, and I was a little distressed. In the morning, the weather is still sunny. But "Fengyun II" is still very "Fengyun" after all, and it is not deceiving. In the afternoon, a rain came. Somewhere else, the glass windows that had just been replaced at home had not been taken care of, and the window sill in the living room had seen some rain. Like a beautiful woman, the kind of pear blossom with tears.
Not long after I arrived at the house, a strong wind slammed my head on the head with the rain. The house in front of it, cracking and banging on the "Anse waist drum", was a little annoying. The north window glass was splashed with pearl-like water droplets, heavy, and quickly slid down, like a meteor, quietly drawing a crystalline ray on the window glass, like an ink animation.
Spring rain is so naughty, like a hungry child who does not choose to eat, hungry to swallow dates, hungry a little disgraceful, three times five divided by two, it is full again. After a while, the rain cover in front of it seemed to have changed a skin, much gentler, like an alarm clock ticking. Drizzle and fluttering. I couldn't help but reach out and take a handful of rain mist, like smoke; the drizzle wet the palm of my hand, couldn't stay, tickled out from between my fingers, some messy, some sticky, gentle and delicate like a dream lover.
Rainy nights are quieter than usual. Tick and tick. Asphalt is the sound of rain and fog rubbing the leaves. On the window, there is only a subtle brushing sound, like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves, which cannot be heard without approaching the glass window; the sound of ticking in the ear rises and falls, knocking on the rain cover, crisp and rhythmic. It was this somewhat monotonous sound that made the night even more tranquil. Vague thoughts also spread with the sound of this rain.
This reminds me of my mother, her nagging, endless, like a mist, buzzing in my ears, trying to disperse and stay, just like the rain and fog of spring. When I was young, I was very annoyed with this kind of voice, hiding and hiding, how to understand? The rain in front of you, "with the wind sneaking into the night, the moisturizer is silent." Also moisturized the mind, some healing. If you move to Chunlei to help, it is different, the taste is different, it is inevitable that people will be a little upset, like a father who is angry, annoying. To this day, I have repeated my mother's mistakes, and I have an indescribable feeling of empathy in my heart. Every time on the phone, I tirelessly told my daughter: study, exercise. In fact, I feel that I am long-winded, and my daughter must be annoyed. But the next time, I couldn't help but say this again, thinking that I was more general. Can't we all escape the fate of the rain?
Yes, the four seasons are reincarnated, the vicissitudes of the sea, and our expectations for rain have always remained unchanged. Nagging, bored, annoyed, like a shadow. In the lifetime of our parents, we will always be a small concern in their hearts. I don't know when my daughter will understand my nagging?
I don't know if this spring rain has also wet Shanghai, where there are my relatives. In the air filled with the new crown virus, there are my sensitive thoughts. My wife called my sister-in-law yesterday and asked if she had enough "grain storage" at home? My sister-in-law said that there were dumplings, steamed buns, and the bacon and bacon we sent, which should be no problem for ten and a half days, but it couldn't make our taste. So I comforted, when the epidemic is over, you will go back to Hunan, I will make you a lot of delicious food. More words were not said, and those who wanted to inquire about the spring wind also had worries that stretched like spring rain.
Suddenly reminded me of the little birds, the two that always flew in front of the window during the day, became acquaintances, and sometimes looked at each other and were not in a hurry to leave, like neighbors who came to visit the door. It should be built with branches to build a nest, not rainproof, did you find a roof to hide from the rain? Don't get cold.
The night is dark, the thoughts are boundless, and only the rain is companion.
Tossing and turning, simply listening to the rain. This monotonous rhythm has a bit of a taste of "big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate". Occasionally, a breeze blows, and the raindrops on the trees are all sprinkled on the rain below, and the bilizzle is like fireworks. So I calculated how often the interval would come this time, and simulated the animation of fireworks splashing in my mind. But it's also cozy.
Tick-tock, like a knocking wooden fish, makes me suspect that it is a Sanskrit Buddhist song. The sound is not loud but clear and long, dull as thunder, purifying the soul and making people quiet. This gentle spring rain, just like sanskrit sounds, things with edges and corners in the world, are all treated gently by her, and the Buddha's heart is touched.
I thought of her again, it was also a drizzle, a small umbrella to support two green ignorance. Fragrant race past the citrus blossoms in the courtyard, fragrant and pleasant, two deer crashing into the spring wilderness.
I said that in this world, some people love rain more than their lovers, you don't believe it, "Su" (WeChat nickname) is. Her circle of friends said: "The beauty of lying down and listening to the rain is indescribable." "It's very reverie. Because she likes, or even desires, she describes the sudden change in the weather the day before yesterday as: "Sunshine and rain and dew, enjoy the ultimate in one day." "How could I not be aware of it? It's also a little scary.
I guess she understands rain, understands its voice and emotions, understands its mission to nourish all things, and reads it with her heart, right? Otherwise, between the hands and feet, gentle and graceful like rain and fog, she must have been related to it in her previous life.
If the heart is not as delicate as water, the heart has a piano tone, a few monotonous ticks, how can you hear some symphonies?
I also try to feel it.
This gentle spring rain obscures the silence of the night. I suddenly felt that the spring rain was like a very kind and wise old man, in this quiet night, unhurriedly telling the past thousand years. This monotonous melody makes people become quiet. If you can open your heart and let it flow in, such as the Clear Creek Irrigation Five, your heart will naturally stretch out.
What does it say, "When the rain knows the season, when spring is happening"? Which rain didn't come as promised? As long as you are willing to follow its temperament and disposition, giving back to you must be a good sound.
This spring, when I seem to understand the nagging of rain, I am already the age of knowing my destiny. A bit of a pity.
About the Author
Lei Wenjun, a member of the Yueyang Municipal Writers Association, works for the Huarong County Agricultural and Rural Bureau.
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