Symphony in the Rain
Text/Liu XVII
The rain at night is a little big, as if it is immersed in people's dreams, I can't tell whether it's raining or people's thinking is moving, in fact, this interaction is very interesting, between waking up and dreaming, you seem to be in another world, it is alive, dynamic, the rain knocks on the windowsill "clang", occasionally one or two cat tearing sounds, or the sound of running water, they reflect each other, foaming at each other, like a powerful and tenacious mime, everything seems to be silent, everything is so powerful, They play their respective roles under the great darkness, it fills the tugging between black and white, into our dreams, it should be beautiful, we sometimes just turn over, and enter the dream again, because there is the sound of rain, in the rest of the time, it is still alive, it may lure us back to a certain time in the next moment, a childhood scene, a childhood sweetheart morning, or another cooking dusk, in this symphonic night, everything is so wonderful, We will definitely not touch the scene in reality at this moment, and we will not think about something unhappy, or something that is confusing in reality. The rain is falling, we are listening, it uses the language we are most familiar with to introduce a beautiful time in the world, maybe it should be alive, with natural limbs to portray our deepest softness, think that we will also use the most primitive posture to complete a touch between dream and reality, maybe there will be no spark, but it will definitely be a wash, dirty or beautiful are patronized by a baptism, so that we wake up at dawn for a moment, feel happy.
The arrival of dawn makes us feel very close, after a long period of darkness, there is a moment when we should be happy, we return to reality in the sound of the huge rain and the light of the dawn, the sound of the rain is more real, we can touch it when we open the window, maybe it is also soft, but it must be wet, moist, it returns with the most wonderful posture, fresh, flexible, graceful and affectionate. The land that has been washed should be clean and pure at this moment, all the dirt and dirt have gone down the flowing water to a darker place, they will reincarnate with the water, they will re-transform into nutrients and integrate into the ground, the land is thick, it contains everything in the loss of time, like a loving father on earth, strong and tolerant.
It may be better to walk in the rain, it may be a wonderful journey, it may accidentally soak your clothes, but it will definitely soak your lungs, and maybe every breath you will feel the arrival of a new life. This small world under the umbrella must be yours at this moment, it is unique, the rain is like a huge curtain, you stand on your own stage, out of a thousand tenderness, generosity and heroism.
Mr. Su has a poem called Dingfeng Bo ·" Mo listened to the sound of Lin beating leaves, why not groan and walk. Bamboo cane mango shoes light victory over horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain for life. The steep spring breeze wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain slopes to welcome it. Looking back, there has always been a bleak place, and when I return, there is no wind or rain or sunshine. ”。 I think that the walk between him and his friends should have been quite difficult, otherwise the open-minded and optimistic old gentleman would not have used such a word to joke and encourage himself.
In fact, the beauty of walking lies in the walker's own experience, for example, listening to the rain, we can both be regarded as a huge symphony, but also as a serenade with our dreams, it must not be monotonous, its rhythm will sometimes rise and fall with the wind, it will also become slow and long with your breathing, some people describe "rain moisturizes everything and silent", in fact, rain has sound, color, its color has been dyed on the surface of the scroll, it can be reflected in any color, it does not even need to leave us blank, It is green, yellow, red, white, purple, but it must be alive, vivid, full of positive energy in the world, it must not be decadent, it makes you feel the beauty of the world with an affectionate touch.
I think of the rain in my hometown, of my small hometown four thousand miles away, of a dusk when the water was roaring, and my mother and I snuggled under the eaves, which is also the hometown of June, the rainy season, the rain runs down the eaves' Ticking' dripping, and then converging along the shallow deep ravines and flowing into the world outside the yard, my mother sat very softly on the rattan chair where my father used to sit, her expression was gentle, she seemed to feel the beauty of a reality extra gift at this moment, her hand caressed the ends of my hair, as if comforting, perhaps conveying some kind of happiness that she felt. Maybe she was still tired at this moment, but I could smell the sweetness of life from her touch, it had the intimacy after the rain embraced the land, it had the sweetness after the embrace of cooking smoke and fire. My mother couldn't read, but she said that how good the rain was, my whole body was soft, which made me feel very happy.
I am reminded of a poem I wrote:
About the author:
Liu Seventeen, self-named: Humble Yan, a native of Shangqiu, Henan, now lives in Huizhou, Lingnan.
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