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Listen to the rain
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Song Jiang Jie has a poem called "Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain", he said, "The teenager listens to the rain song upstairs, and the red candle is dim. In the prime of life, listening to the rain passenger boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. And now listening to the rain monks, the sideburns have been stars also. Sorrow and joy are always merciless, before one term, dripping until dawn. There is also a poem by Yuan Yuji," "Listening to the Rain," saying, "The screen sits around the sideburns, and the wax shakes the light in the twilight." Jingguo has changed its feelings for many years, ignoring the spring rain and remembering Jiangnan", it is still the time of the old twilight and autumn, the review of people's lives, or the thoughts of their hometown, are poets quietly listening to the rain, bowing their heads and meditating, but also inevitably let people want to listen to this spring rain, realize something! Today, I also want to hear about this "rain".
In the early morning of the approaching summer, I also wanted to go out for morning exercise according to the usual practice. But before I woke up this time, because I went to the toilet, I heard the sound of rain outside this window, so after going to the toilet, I thought to myself, "I can't go to the morning exercise in the morning?" But because it was still early, I went back to sleep. When it was about to be five o'clock, I was used to waking up, afraid that this rain, really affected my morning exercise, I would ear to listen, silent morning, everything is quiet, I can not hear a trace of raindrops, can only hear, only this little bird "chirping!" The call was crisp and unusual, and I was thinking, "This bird is calling, should this rain stop?" I was ready to get up and go out, and at this time, our old Du, also because he had just returned from the toilet, said, "It's raining!" But because of this bird's song, I confidently thought that she heard it wrong, ignored her, as always, got up, went to the toilet, looked at the mobile phone, heard the people upstairs, but also "punctual" downstairs to exercise, I was more confident that there was no rain, dressed me, opened the door, ready to go out, but when I opened the door for a moment, I suddenly heard this rain hitting the leaves. Yikes! With a sound, I immediately stopped. I thought, "This rain is not small!" It's not the sound of 'crackling' raindrops anymore, it's 'boom! Yikes! 'The sound of rain is coming! ", no way I, is folded back again, but still not at ease with me, I changed my sneakers, and went to the study, want to look out of the window again, through the glass window, I saw the cherry blossom leaves downstairs, all wet, by this street lamp, but also on the bright shaking, persistent me, but also laboriously opened this window, probe down, just see this cherry blossom tree has been soaked by the rain, and on the cement floor, there are also a lot of waterholes, under the incandescent street lamp, see the waterhole, The raindrops hit the surface of the water, a circle wrapped around a circle, before it was enlarged, it disappeared in an instant, and it was replaced by a new circle, making a waterhole and making it unsafe. What I heard next to my ears was also the sound of a shower of rain hitting the leaves, and on this quiet morning, it was unusually clear and clear. Looking at the top of this tree, it is also unusually quiet, without a trace of wind. Looking up at the sky, it was overcast, there was no crack in it, and I knew, "This rain is going to rain for a while!" So I undressed and hung up in reverse, went back to the room, and continued my sleep.
Sleeping on the bed, I can't sleep. I wanted to listen to the sound of this rain, but who knows, my ears are not bad, I can't hear this rain, I know, "This is because our windows are closed tightly, and it also shields this rain!" ", but I am still unwilling, I want to hear this trace of rain, because there is no rain, I can still go out to practice in the morning, this early time, there is still time! I listened hard and tried my best, faintly as if I could also hear some rain sounds, it was still very subtle, you need to listen attentively, only the sound of this rain hitting the water pipe, intermittently, but also clear, at this time the birds, it seems to be suddenly not barking, I am still wondering"Is this bird, also to hide from the rain? I was relieved to accompany the sound of this rain hitting the water pipe, and fell asleep again, confused. And the launch of this building, it also hit the sewer pipe, and from time to time there was a "crackling!" " sounds, or "tick-tock!" I was also hypnotized by this voice and slept quietly for a while.
At half past six, I still got up on time, although I didn't go to exercise, I still had to sweep the floor, mop the floor, and make breakfast according to the "program". This pass is busy, I still have no time to pay attention to this rain sound. When I was finished, I remembered the sound of the rain, listened quietly, as if there was no sound again, I went to the study window to look out, this look, there was really no rain, what I saw was clean, refreshing leaves, as if I had eaten and drunk, quietly staying in this morning light. Looking down at the ground again, only a lot of waterholes were left, bright and clean, and there was no movement. Looking up at the sky again, the dark clouds have released their hands, revealing a lot of fish belly white, this day, it seems to be sunny!
I didn't go to exercise, and I inevitably have some regrets! But soon, it was infected by the morning after the rain, everything was as if it had been washed, refreshing, clean, even this air, it seems to be rich in a lot of negative oxygen ions, suck a sip, can make you drunk to death. At this time, the eastern sky also exposed the Dao Dao Xiaguang, rendering a peaceful morning beautiful and abnormal. Suddenly, this late spring morning is much more refreshing, much cleaner, and brighter, and the people who walk on this different morning seem to be in good spirits!
About the author: Yingjian, formerly known as Zhang Xuanxuan, Shaanxi Lantian, is a teacher at a school in Weinan Province
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