Lyrical Prose of Big Banyan Tree in Rain

Rain, pattering and rustling, gently slaps the roof, leaves and ground. Look at the big banyan tree outside the window, with silver whiskers hanging on it, like a fairy. Glittering raindrops jump on the leaves in an orderly way, constantly falling, jumping from one leaf to another, and jumping from one leaf to another on the silver whiskers, one by one, sliding down the silver whiskers, dripping on the ground and blending into the embrace of mother earth.

Banyan trees have countless silver whiskers, countless. Raindrops touch it, just like a string of pearls connected by silk thread, arranged neatly, like a green pearl landscape painting without boundaries, and like a bottomless water curtain cave. When a gust of wind comes, you have to move the curtains, and raindrops fall one after another, leaving no trace calmly and lingering, not afraid of jokes. In its flying posture, I saw my lover behind the water ... telling stories of dreams.

It is said that the growth of plants is related to the bathing of rain. Although this big banyan tree outside the window is thousands of years old, it can be washed away by rain every time. Its leaves are greener, its branches are greener, it becomes younger, its appearance is brighter, and its coverage is bigger, like a spacious green house. In the hot summer, people stand under the big banyan tree, just like entering the air-conditioned room of nature, fresh and cool.