Essays of late rain?

Outside the window, it is a rainy season. Dripping, wet the street, wet the pedestrians, wet the mood; The leisurely falling is the wandering of the wind, the glory of the rain and the whisper of the heart; The following is for reference.

: Late Rain

Outside the curtain, the rain gurgled, dyed the banana green, and greeted the words of welcoming children in twos and threes. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is delicate, gentle and continuous, like frost and snow on a beauty's wrist, and like misty rain, the green hills and the phoenix are small. Tangled and lingering

Spring is still the same, and warblers are whispering. Jingchu, a painter of Huatang, is sleeping in the rain. A deep sleep is indispensable, and a nap is unique. Vaguely, sleepy, missing wine, drunk. ......

Find a good dream, it is hard to find a dream, and tears flow eastward without words. The eternal infatuation between men and women is far away. It's natural that the mountains are high and the waters are long, but you can't see it ... from the sadness of flowers in the southern dynasties to the prosperity of the dance floor; From the gurgling rain curtain of the late master to the swift flight of the prosperous times, all the way. This night, this rain, is a continuous solo of Bashan night talk; Tea around the stove is elegant and noble; Is an almost rich thing; It is the yearning stream of red beans.

The soul of the moon is noble and pure, and the rain curtain is light. Is the rain falling on others the tears of Daiyu? Or the pain of the white snake? Is that Baoyu's delusion? Or Xu Xian's invitation? Just think about what it's like to get out of the tower in a thousand years. Where are you in a thousand years? I just hate not seeing you for life, and the partridge can't do it.

How much hate, in last night's dream, is still like swimming, cars like running water, flowers and months. Now the Green Lantern is dry and smelly. It missed a banana umbrella, twisted a candle and rained all night. ......

: Late Rain

When you ask about the untimely return date, late rain will rise in the autumn pool. Why * * * want to cut the candle at the west window, but want to talk about the rain at night? -Li Shangyin

It is late at night. Are you okay? After four days of continuous rain, the river outside the window is full. The rain is still falling, hitting the broad leaves of shrubs in the small yard, and the water in the bay weir pond will overflow. Did you catch fish in the ditch with a basket again? Is the ditch full of loaches as usual?

I miss you, mom. For a long time, I often see you in my dreams, but why do I always dream about my childhood? It rains everywhere in autumn. From the afternoon until the next morning, the water in the bay weir overflowed, and all the leaves of the neem tree were wiped out by the rain, leaving only a bare branch, and the leaves at the foot of the tree turned yellow. The most pitiful thing was the tree behind the house. On a rainy morning, you don't have to go out to mow the grass. When we heard the sound of opening the door, my brother and I were still kicking the quilt on the bed. I know you went out. You are thinking about the vegetable seedlings overturned by the rain, and don't forget to take the basket to the ditch to pick up fish-that can improve your life-the flustered little fish fell into the basket along the pouring water, and there was a wisp of grass in the basket. There must be a plate of * * on the lunch table. In fact, it is a bowl-shaped thing, made of coarse pottery. We call it a small fish fried with sauerkraut in a pot, with fresh fish and herbs on it. I can't forget that smell for many years, so that today, I even want to have a bite of fish with Chinese sauerkraut cooked by my mother. What I can't forget so far is that the red soil all over the mountains is flooded and the ditch is full of loaches and eels. At that time, the earth ditch ridge became our paradise, and the caught loaches and eels were strung together with mulberry branches. We ran barefoot on the ridge of the field, and suddenly there was an autumn wind, which made us cold and happy, dressed in cold and soaked coarse trousers, and ran home and squeezed into my sister's stove. Dad once said that chicken, fish and egg noodles are not as delicious as cooked eel, and the cooked eel smells good when it is taken out of the stove. I said that I was torn by a kitten, and there was only a pile of eel bones left on the stove for a while, but I flew into the bamboo forest behind the house, which was also teased by my mother for a long time.

Mom, have all the leaves fallen behind our house? Do magpies still live on it? The strong wind didn't break their nests, did it? I miss them, the figure of them jumping on the branches and the chirp after the rain stopped, and the corner tree carrying children's songs. "A tree is tall and tall, with a thousand knives hanging on it. The wind blows the tree and the knife touches the tree."

Mom, I haven't eaten your minced meat noodles this Spring Festival since you left. I cried. My sister cooked a big table of dishes, but I didn't have any flavor at all, because only my mother is our home, and there is no home without my mother! The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming again this year. I'm afraid to celebrate this festival, and I'm afraid to think of you again during the festival.

It's stormy tonight, and I miss you at the window. The rain crackled on the broad leaves of shrubs in the small yard. The water in the river rises again and again, and it will overflow the embankment. My tears finally flowed down and stuck to my face with the falling rain. It's cold. The autumn rain is blurred, and I suddenly think of coming back to see you. On a lonely night, I would like to walk alone on the path leading to your grave, kneel in front of your grave and tell you about my pain and loneliness in the past year, and look for your warm embrace between the soil and hay.

The rain at dusk suddenly reminded me of some people.

It is raining outside. In this monotonous season, there is always a little thought jumping in my heart. I often want to write something, but I am always too lazy to write, not thinking about you, because I feel heartache when I miss you, because I think too much when I write, but tonight, it is another rainy and cold night, and there is no moonlight to dispel my melancholy. Memories are happy and bitter. Every time a person * * *, he always thinks a lot of things. Time flies and waits for no one. As the saying goes, heaven rewards diligence. Who can stay in the river of time?

I have read all the books carefully at leisure, and the poor flying flower has withered. Originally, I wanted to find some traces of time, but suddenly I found that I had squandered most of my youth and had to go far away. The horizon is full of hope. Who is homesick tonight? Whispering wind mixed with lonely rain from the sky, moistened many lush years, evoked many ups and downs of the past. The rainy night knocks on the cold window tonight, and whoever draws a red candle will be rewarded. Zeng said, "Young people are troubled, and a wolf is shot in the middle of the mountain." But tonight, who can understand the hesitation and confusion in this heart?

Yu Di rises high on a cold night, and friends are everywhere. At this moment, I can understand the helplessness of the ancients, and I can understand the true meaning of mountains and rivers. "I hope that one heart, the white head will not be separated." I have been disappointed in my children, but I always feel that I am not old. A gentleman aims at the four seas, stays in history, stays in the breeze, stays in the flying horse. But now the work has not been built, and the sunset suddenly flows. Time is not with me, if you go, it will be like Yunfu. I can only sigh the pride of waking up drunk after drinking Dongpo at night. Once upon a time, I don't know how many times I envied Mr. Dongpo's broadmindedness. I also wanted to pour a small glass of wine and have a long drink with my bosom friend. When will there be a bright moon and a cool breeze? Dissatisfied with the floating life, he smiled coldly and sang the sunset for Cangshan clear water and cooking wine. But at this moment, I really understand the hardships of being a man. Maybe I will be really tired inside, because it is not easy to be a true self. It's still raining, and evening rain seems thoughtful. Listening to a pipa, I hope this heart will follow the long wind and float like a dream with the ancients, but have you and I woken up from a big dream? Pipa hurts the heart, endless worries about the night are still young, long lovesickness, and endless horizon. I accidentally remembered a lyric saying that fireworks are easy to cool, and I couldn't help but feel deeply. Wanli once asked for the title of Hou. At this moment, I can only feel the wind and rain in Bashan, and the cold wind put on cold armor.

I thought to myself, in the past, everyone was full of passion and great pride in bullfighting, chatting with a group of close friends and talking about the old road today. During that time, there were not too many responsibilities and obligations, no social intrigue, no smiling faces all day long, no boredom of running around for a living, and many long talks about the past under the moon. The past is unbearable. Facing life, who can escape? Riding in the dead leaves forest, the wind is cold and upset. However, the fleeting time does not allow us to be a little slow, so we can only laugh at life and move on.

Time flies and secretly throws people away. It's useless to lose them, and the wind and rain turn into flowers. When I think of a poem called "Boiling Flowers in the Rain at Night", I feel quite in line with the mood at the moment. Time can't catch up with the white horse. Do you still hold your dream in your young palm? Clouds pour into summer, and tears are evaporated by years. And at this moment, you are far away, are you okay?

Tonight, it is a cold rainy night in Bashan, and the mountain city is gloomy. Suddenly I think of some people. ...

The autumn wind and autumn rain are getting colder, which makes the flowers want to eat fried rice and sugar. Don't let the dog bite me, let the flower have no mother! People who have seen it also: