Prose "Watching the Rain"

At 8: 40 in the morning, I sat in the security room at the back door of Minghui Furniture Factory and looked at the sky outside.

The sky is gray, and I can't see the clouds in the sky, only the nearby buildings. The whole city is shrouded in fog. The farther you look, the more blurred you are, and you can't even see the outline of the mountain clearly. At first, the rain in Mao Mao was like smoke, so thin that it was invisible. It was difficult to wet clothes when it fell on pedestrians, and it rained intermittently. A slight warm wind also blew for a while. Although it is early spring, it is Guangdong after all. The wind blows on my face, and I feel warm.

At ten o'clock, the sky in the north is dark, and the rest of the sky is gray-black. The ground is foggy and the visibility is reduced. The rain in Mao Mao began to get heavier, and the breeze blew, and the rain in Mao Mao drifted sideways. At first glance, the hemp thread is already thick. The road is all wet and the potholes are full of water. The drizzle turned into a drizzle, and the water column flowed down from the tin shed, and the rhythm ticked.

Ten meters away from the door, the masson pine is only one story high and 20 cm in the waist. Its long branches are densely covered with needle-like leaves, much like ponytails. The crown of the tree swayed slightly with the wind, and there was a low-lying land less than two square meters under the tree. The deepest part of the water is less than 8 cm. Dense light rain falls on pine trees, gathers into big water drops on tiny leaves, drops into shallow puddles, and splashes ripples on the water. Then, in the middle of the ripples, bubbles as big as ping-pong balls appeared. Bubbles swim on the water, some burst in less than a second, and some burst in more than two or three seconds. Some swim with one or two other blisters to form bigger blisters, which burst as soon as they are synthesized.

Raindrops on the tree kept falling, blisters kept forming, and then burst, one after another, and blisters emerged at that moment. Bubble is very proud. Although it didn't stay in people's sight for a long time, it also had the opportunity to show itself proudly.

This is also a masterpiece of nature, and it is the beauty around everyone. Seeing this beauty, we can think deeply. We must never be sad because the blisters disappear in an instant. We must show ourselves confidently like blisters. That is hope and the support of faith. A person's life is long and limited, so stick to your beliefs and try to show yourself. Being yourself is the perfect life.

Some people say that winter is a white season, because snow has covered the earth with a thick blanket; However, in my memory, winter is a gray season. I have never been to the north, and I can't feel the frozen scenery in the north. Winter in the south can be said to be made up of rain. People who have lived in the north for a long time can't stand the cold and humid winter in the south, but I spend the winter in the south year after year.

This year's winter rain is still so punctual and biting. The difference is that I walked into the Central Plains this year. I don't know what the dynamic trend is. I walked in the drizzle with an umbrella. When it rains in winter, I am always on campus. I like to walk in the rain with an umbrella and watch other students walk by with an umbrella. Some go to class, some go back to the dormitory, some go to eat ... No one has leisure. What made us in such a hurry?

In a big city composed of reinforced concrete, we are in a hurry in the noise. We are just trying to move forward on the road of life. Have you noticed the little yellow flowers on the roadside? Maybe you have traveled all over the country and stayed in many places? But have you noticed the difference between the rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the rain in the north? Do you think the rain in Jiangnan is different from that in your hometown? We are in such a hurry on the road of life, why don't we stop? Maybe we will find something different.

"The crowd looked for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light." It is true that we are in a hurry, so we might as well stop and have a look. Walking in the Central Plains, stop to watch the rain. The rain in the south is not as fierce as that in the north; Friends living in the north can hardly imagine stopping to watch the rain with an umbrella. As a result, some people walked around with umbrellas and did not forget to complain about the rain; Some two people walk slowly in the rain, and at first glance they are lovers, so moderate rain is their favorite; There are still some people walking, but immersed in their own world ... In my opinion, stopping to watch the rain makes me see different people. Rain makes a person's character. Some people say that the rain in the south is like a girl's love, shy, affectionate and reserved. The rain in the north is like a boy's love, as fiery and passionate as a flame. Indeed, if people walking on the avenue frown and complain about the rain, it is mostly students in the north, because there is little or no such lingering rain in the north.

The rain in the south is different all year round. Seeing the rain in different seasons will naturally have unusual charm. Winter rain and spring rain are very similar in lingering and lasting. But there is still a big difference. The poet Zhi 'an once described the spring rain as "wet clothes, apricot flowers and rain, blowing cold willows". I vaguely remember that when the spring rain was lingering a few years ago, I still stayed in my hometown. Spring rain twill weave. I always like to go out wearing a hat and feel the cold breeze and apricot rain. Spring is the season of sowing, and people walking slowly on the road greet people on the road from time to time, full of vitality. In the fields, many villages have planted and transplanted rice in their bushes and hats. Walking on the ridge, in the thin spring rain, I gradually realized that "a year's plan lies in spring" and stopped to watch the spring rain and feel the baptism of nature; Stop to watch the rain and taste the slow life; Stop to watch the rain and experience the philosophy of life.

Autumn rain, as always lingering, is different from spring rain. As the saying goes, an autumn rain and a cold, since ancient times, autumn has been called sad autumn, but in my opinion, autumn rain is the most beautiful. I still remember the autumn when I entered high school, and it was an autumn rain that greeted me. After packing, I walked back to the classroom with an umbrella. I don't know why I stopped. I realized that the atmosphere around me was full of joy. Students and parents report together, although it is raining, but their faces are full of yearning and expectation for the new life in high school. This autumn rain was not full of bleak breath, but ushered in new vitality like spring. In my eyes, autumn rain is not the sadness mentioned by the ancients; When I stopped to watch the autumn rain, I felt the vitality in the clear weather.

As for the summer rain, I didn't stop to enjoy it, but I knew that if I stopped to watch it, I would naturally understand something.

In a hurry, I don't mean to advocate procrastination. Sometimes if you stop and look, you will find a lot and experience more. Life is not about pursuing a fast pace, but about savoring it. Although the rain is very common, I stopped in the rain in the south where the rain often patronizes, savoring life and bringing drizzle to my heart.

Stop and do what you want to do.

Seeing the rain essay 3 Mai sings well, and the lyrics of "Come to Taipei to see the rain in winter" are also beautiful, but a little sad. I like watching the rain. I looked at the rain stupidly, and my heart was carefree and quiet.

Generally speaking, there is little rain in Beijing, but the rain in Beijing is capricious. Summer months are crowded, but you can't see them in the second half of autumn. It sometimes rains in summer, and a rainstorm flooded Beijing on July 2 1 20xx, killing nearly 100 people. Perhaps because of the lack of rain, the drainage system in Beijing is very poor. Mr. Liang Shiqiu said that the waterproof foundation of his house is very high, and Mr. Zhou Zuoren laughed at himself as "bitter rain shelter" because the water in Beijing's yard could not be discharged. In modern times, it hasn't changed much. In the heavy rain of 20xx, several unfortunate people drowned in the streets of the capital and their own residences.

There is a lot of rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are layers of rain. Spring, summer, autumn and winter have their own characteristics. According to the weekly calendar, October is the beginning of a year, which is about equivalent to November in the modern Gregorian calendar, and it is late autumn in Jiangnan. The autumn rain in the south of the Yangtze River is very hazy, and it is unclear whether it is fog or rain on cloudy days. When you go out, there is a thick layer of white water droplets on your clothes, like a sulking child, which people with thick hearts can't feel. After all, the child is sunny, and the autumn rain will not last for a few days. It rained heavily in winter, and when I came back at night, the rain formed ice stubble on the umbrella, body and tree. Winter rain is like a sad village woman. It fell deeply, sad for a while, and turned into snowflakes all over the sky. Big flowers hit pedestrians, turned into snow water, and filled shoes along the trouser legs. The obstinacy of village women never sees sunshine, and it rains continuously. One year, they went back to Jiangnan during the Spring Festival, and they didn't see a ray of sunshine for ten days. The spring rain is like a melancholy girl. The constant crying made everything wet, and the walls and the ground were covered with water drops. This is the rainy season in Jiangnan. Xia Yu is a big spender. Frequent heavy rains often bring roaring floods. Finally, some people can't make ends meet, so they have to make a show with lightning and thunder, but there is not much rain. Scatter a little here and a little there, and only listen to thunder where it can't be scattered. Midsummer is the time when Jiangnan needs rain most, but it runs out of reserves. Later, even the thunder could not be heard. There are always two extremes in summer in Jiangnan: flood and drought.

The rain in Hainan is very abundant. Successive typhoons have brought plenty of rain, and strong winds have helped the rainstorm pour down endlessly. Hainan is a child who has not grown up. Children can't always plan ahead. Haikou, the capital of Hainan, is flooded several times a year. Hainan people don't have to pay attention to the weather forecast, and always take rain gear when they go out. On a sunny day, it suddenly began to rain. The cyclist stopped on the spot and put on his raincoat to continue his journey. My office can only see a small world outside, almost filled with construction sites. A small square pond is full of weeds and garbage, which is very unsightly. Unexpected rainstorms often make up for the lack of scenery, and one line after another falls from the sky, which makes me stare. A person lives in an army compound far from his family. The rainy night is wet, and it is inevitable that there will be some loneliness. A professional Bel Canto female voice is singing, and a male voice is singing. There seems to be only one lyric, "Because of love …", which is sung repeatedly. Singing brings meaning to rainy nights.

Last year, fantastic white clouds floated in the blue sky of the Xilamuren grassland in Inner Mongolia. An evil wind came for no reason, and the dust on the spot quickly surrounded the station wagon and the horse pen, and the blue sky was replaced by dark clouds. Here, I finally realized what a bean-sized raindrop is. When I hit my body, I obviously felt the strength of the rain. I hit the trampled ground and started a small cloud of smoke. Although the rain on the grassland is threatening, there is no goods at all, not even wet hair. The rain in Ningxia desert is getting worse. A sudden gust of wind stirred up the pale leaves of Salix psammophila and stung people. The wind, wrapped in sand and dead branches and leaves, slammed on pedestrians. The rain came in an instant and disappeared in an instant. The rain didn't hit the body as much as the sand. It's funny that it rains so hard in the desert.

Rain is a natural phenomenon, but Mai is sad in Taipei, and Dai Wangshu is wandering in the rain lane. Everyone looks at it in a different mood. When people reach middle age, they feel less sad and hesitate no more. They just look at it for no reason, but they just like it.

It rained for several days, and it was wet everywhere.

On rainy days, I don't want to go anywhere except to work, and then I hide at home. The only thing I like is standing in front of the window, watching the rain quietly, watching it fall to the ground freely, hitting the water and floating in my heart. Autumn rain is lingering and refreshing, as if there is a lot to say. At this time, buildings or trees near or far seem to be eroded by dense fog, and the familiar roads are much quieter. Occasionally, cars pass by the low-lying road, causing layers of jumping spray, which makes this muddy rainy day more lively. Quietly watching and listening to the rain, my mood seems to be rendered a lot of silence, a little more solemn. In fact, the rain is not loud, and it keeps sliding in front of your eyes, reminding you of your family and friends. Are they all right now?

Looking at the rain, listening to the rain, the most association is the feeling in the rain. If someone doesn't have an umbrella, you can appear in front of him in time and hand him the umbrella. This is a touching and warm scene, and this silent care will be unforgettable for life. Maybe you don't need to care too much about him, just let him know that you will really remember and care. This is the simplest happiness and happiness. In the rain, we will feel some inconvenience in life and transportation, but we can also feel that love has been with us and warming us.

It is raining. Look, listen and think quietly.

I don't need more words, just want to remember more beauty.

I know: you will miss me, and I will miss you!

I'm glad I didn't get caught in the wild when I worked overtime on May Day.

Sometimes, it's nice to get wet in the rain. You see, that day's class reunion, pouring rain poured in, is it to wash away the dust of 35 years? But it's more like washing away the lead, asking everyone to meet each other and abandoning that worldly vanity. The rain at that meeting was the nectar of Guanyin pure bottle, which was in the hands of Tathagata. No matter how drenched, everyone did not escape the photos taken at the gate of his alma mater.

Sometimes rain is a concern. Looking through the autumn waters, are you okay in another country? The rain at this meeting is the concern of the loving mother and has never stopped; Another example is that children are as long as lovers, and the spring rain is endless.

Sometimes, rain is a feeling. You can be a bosom friend of wine when you sing, but when you talk to the rain in the evening; It can also be that the ambition to serve the country is not reported, and it is raining at night; Now, there is no feeling that good rain knows the season, and there is no sigh that spring rain is as expensive as oil. It's so direct: it doesn't rain (speechless): you are fine, it's sunny!

Look at the rain through the window, don't think too much. Sighing Fahua in the mirror, feeling pity and pity, I wonder how many flowers have been folded? Tomorrow, Mo Wen will take an umbrella and learn to fish in Xiangjiang River: there will be no rain, no wind and rain, no sunshine.

The small town where I have lived for a long time is surrounded by chimneys of several large steel mills. The sky is shrouded in gray smog every day, and streets, leaves and green spaces are covered with a layer of black dust.

Air conditioning is difficult to dispel the heat and irritability in the room. In the afternoon, a cool breeze blows gently. Opening the window only brings drizzle. Go to the street to watch the rain! Hurriedly boarded the labor protection rain boots that I haven't worn for many years, rolled up my long trouser legs, took the elevator from the residential building on 16 floor, and strolled on the downtown street. It was raining heavily. I stood on a step and watched the rain with interest.

Raindrops hit leaves, waiting rooms, balconies, billboards and umbrellas, forming many harmonious symphonic music. Raindrops bounce off the dust on the road, leaves and roofs, and the air is full of pungent dust smell, and the earthy smell soon disappears. Raindrops fall from roofs and trees again, merge into the ground to form rivers, and enter the drainage crossings along the street. At first, cigarette butts, scraps of paper and leaves rolled in the muddy water and flowed down the sewer. Larger garbage swirled at the water crossing, trying to enter the waterway, but it was difficult to pass through the water filter. The cleaner quickly moved these things to the garbage truck. Later, the river turned into muddy water and then into clear water.

How comfortable it is that there is no dust flying in the street on rainy days. Cars washed by rain and with bright mirrors, like people, also like to paddle in the middle of the road in rainy days. In the March of the wheel rubbing against the water, it impacts one sector after another. There are no bustling crowds on the street, and the traffic in the rain has become a landscape, which makes people dizzying.

The water washed the street as clean as a mirror, and the leaves and flowers in the isolation belt in the center of the street were dressed up by the rain, revealing their beautiful true colors. The rain came gently and it was difficult to leave. It has been raining for two hours, so I don't think I have seen enough of this wonderful nature performance in the street.

The sun smiled from the clouds, and an old gentleman standing next to me told me that if a rainbow hung in the sky decades ago in the east of today's climate, the economy of this small town has made rapid progress in recent decades, but it has brought serious air pollution. I have never seen a rainbow since I lived in this town in the 1980s.

The old man's words reminded me of the song "How long can the signboard hang on the stormy street?" ? How many old songs do you remember? How many bosom friends have you made in your life? "Soft melody accompanied by slightly sad lyrics floated into my ears, and my mood was excited. When will Rainbow return to this town?

Rain-watching Prose 7 The twisted yarn of autumn rain falls to the world, stroking the strings of words, revealing wet clothes. Holding a butterfly, dancing in a misty rain, inviting Zen sounds, has nothing to do with romance, looking for a quiet, leaving a trace of autumn truth.

Without leaves, there would be no red autumn. A maple leaf is stained with autumn water, and a rosewood branch is flushed. Look at the mountains, red leaves, mangroves, red winds, and a red seal; Looking at the freezing rain in autumn, it's cold, cold, cold.

An idle leaf falls into an autumn poem, as still as water. Water drops are like words, playing autumn colors. Rummaging through autumn books, looking for all the songs of Hongye. In the warm autumn fragrance, a red love song autumn rain. Pink, fishing fire, write three thousand sun and moon, stay for a lifetime.

In the depths of dusk, the autumn chill blooms. Smile indifferently and brush away the sadness of fallen leaves. How can winter snow fly when the red leaves don't fall? The change of seasons and the rotation of annual rings are natural interdependence and have been in love with God's will for thousands of years.

Chasing the wind and flowers, dry snow and ice. Just read poetry with the sunshine and get drunk with the sunset. The beautiful autumn cold warms a heart. The beautiful image of the flute under the rosy moon, the warmth in my arms in the crescent moon.

Fragrant fragrance, sweet-scented osmanthus in Qinyuan. There is a blue sky in my heart, which leads Suyun to write poems in the sea. The red leaves are quiet and elegant, expressing the red poems of the mountains and rolling up the words autumn clouds. Before the autumn agarwood, red is in my heart.

Gently lean on the window lattice and kiss the autumn rain. Set foot on the alley of youth, dance the golden time, harvest full fruits with Fenglin, welcome the winter snow and sow the hope of tomorrow. Beautiful leaves, beautiful wind, beautiful autumn; The beauty of snow, ice and people will last forever.

I like late autumn. Boil a pot of bamboo leaves with chrysanthemum, and Haitang is still full moon. Slowly falling into the drunkenness of late autumn, Lan's coral velvet met yesterday's lover, a drunken flower, a drink, a dark sky and a bright moonlight.

Cold rain reads autumn, cold wind looks at fog. The autumn world is like an April day in a fairyland. Wandering the thoughts of three generations, carving the love of three generations. Even if it is cold wind and rain, it is a painting and a flower in my heart. Still painting, still opening ...

I haven't seen my sky for a long time. Today, I found that my sky is still so blue. It was already dark when I first arrived. I almost fell down when I was looking at the sky. I found two stars, one in the south and the other in the south.

I think it is going to rain here. I like rain, but I don't take an umbrella when it rains. It seems very chic. I don't care if I walk outside on rainy days, because the rain can only change my hairstyle and the mud on the ground can only stain my white shoes. The important thing is that it hasn't changed my gender, and you should remember that when I walk in the rain, don't look at the rain on my face, but look at my unchanging smile.

My tooth decay is blocked by my money. Go to the hospital. I spent more than 100 yuan, and the nerves inside are a little bit, but it still hurts a little. Maybe that's it. I asked an experienced man when he would be well that day. Soon. This dental disease is really the sentence "toothache is not a disease, it hurts like hell", but I found a delicious, Wangzai steamed bread when I had a toothache, which was really delicious. I didn't expect that "good teeth, good appetite and delicious food" can be known now. Be sure to treat it well when it is done.

I don't smoke, but I cough badly. That's because I have a cold. When will it get better? Soon. I didn't take medicine because I didn't like it.

Looking at the rain's prose 9 Cold food, spring clothes have been achieved, but it's raining and we can't go for an outing. Even on strangers in the suburbs, if it rains, flowers will fly in succession. You can hear the flute on the bank of the stream and the cuckoo singing deep in the shade. You will be so depressed that you will lose your mind, and you will have to borrow wine from Xinghua Village to drown your sorrows.

Yes, I remember that the suburbs were my horizon.

However, outing is essential. You can't go to the end of the world, but you can also travel. There is East Lake outside the window, the east coast is noisy and the west coast is quiet. Quiet places are more suitable for swimming, so I went straight to places where I often hang out. Besides, the pottery mother garden is here, which is a cheap pottery mother sacrifice in the Qingming period.

The best place to see the East Lake near the water happens to be a pavilion, the Dougong Pavilion in the Song Dynasty, with beautiful scenery and rich flavor. The Southern Song Dynasty was extremely beautiful, and the pavilions were nameless. Lao Tzu said, "Name, posthumous title, strange name." Let's call it "nameless". It is both unknown and famous, and it has a sparse flavor that complements each other. According to legend, there are many pavilions and temples scattered around the lake, which are in harmony with the lake and contain cultural and scenic scenery. That kind of beauty is earth-shattering, almost comparable to the Xizi Lake in Hangzhou, but it is by no means a panacea. Are you safe now? The pavilion is nameless, and it is impossible to find some broken wells and broken walls as a sustenance for nostalgia. Living in a bad space, anonymity is good; And lingering with it, affectionate, judged by beauty, but not nameless.

The pavilion is in the lake and I am in the pavilion.

The lake and sky spread, and it was far away to be deserted and empty. The desire for heaven is low, as if floating on the top of the pavilion, floating in front of my eyes; The sky is near, and it falls to the other side of the lake, like a distant mountain outside the shore; The water is far away, allowing clouds and rain to attract the sky. Gradually, the pavilion and I drifted away and were suspended in the air. The trees and tall buildings on the other side are looming in the dark sky, which is a mirage. A boat is quietly moored in Hunan, seemingly motionless, covered with Li, and the fishing posture is still faintly visible. Beside the pavilion, the green willows are vivid, and the long embankment is horizontal on the back. The trees on the embankment are like clouds, and the disappearing clouds are like ink paintings. I wonder if mandarin fish with peach blossoms and flowing water are fat? Legend has it that East Lake crucian carp is sweet, fresh and fat. I can't help looking at the scenery in front of me. I think only Mr Yongxin's brush can splash ink to show his spirit. To the north of the lake, Jiukong Bridge and Wu Rui Temple are still clear, floating on the water, looking for rainy days, and looking sideways, their silhouettes exude the flavor of time in the Song Dynasty. If a stranger comes, the first impression should be the illusion that the West Lake is broken. At this time, girls of the Republic of China, in black skirts, came in twos and threes, with thread-bound books in their hands, which stood upside down. If you get the blinds of Mr. Wang Zhonghua, a lecherous man, and want a dry, sultry and rainless environment, you will be light and lively.

I like this season, eat cold food and enjoy the willow slope in the west bank. Liu Cui at the water's edge, curled with silk, swings like a spring thread. I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm provoked and seduced. The wave heart of the lake is endless, full of spring amorous feelings, and wrinkles are moving of the spring water of the lake. I am not a fish, I don't know the happiness of fish, but I see fish jumping and splashing on the water-the spring water is also blooming. It's true that the spring city is full of flowers-on Tao Mu's tomb, you can also see the swaying of the Qingming flowers on earth.

It's a lake view of Nuoda. I lean on beautiful women. Yongsheng said I was there.

Yongsheng knows that I like tea, so he brought this year's Mingqian tea and blue and white porcelain cups to brew.

Yongsheng seems to be a little sly and asks me with a smile: "Where is the tea?"

I looked, smelled and took a sip. It was sweet, moist and fragrant. My nose and mouth are full of the smell of spring mountain, and my teeth and cheeks are full of the rest of spring mountain. I was happy and said simply, "Lotus Mountain Tea."

Yongsheng's face was blurred and he suddenly smiled and said, "Yesterday, my friend gave me a small bag for me to taste. You have something to do with this tea. "

I took another sip of tea and said softly, "Chen Mei said' rhyme is like a cloud, wine is outside the tea'." There must be tea in such a secluded place, and it must be tea. "Yongsheng just laughed and went straight to the foreground. I filmed his play, too.

I have something to do with this tea. Lotus Hill sprouted, East Lake was fragrant, and blue and white porcelain rolled up and down, just like an empty mountain in spring, which soaked me and blossomed everywhere. At this time, the wind is more oblique, and my clothes are floating. My clothes fluttered like flying willows. In the pavilion, I am also a weeping willow by the lake. After the spring breeze and spring rain, orioles sing in the trees.

The oblique wind blew the rain from Mao Mao, which was scattered like smoke. The color of the rain on the lake is darker, and the green grass on the lake is smoky. There are no raindrops on the lake, and only clear ripples can be seen at close range, which is obviously the popularity on the water. Since the waves are windy, what about the low feet of the rain? Maybe the foot of the rain is too light to track and dive into the water.

Yongsheng was outside the pavilion, busy taking pictures, and said from time to time, "It's so beautiful! That's great! It's wonderful to be with you! " This seems to be an unprecedented feeling. The discovery of beauty is a groundbreaking discovery. The collapsed wall of the heart, the concept of the past collapsed, the mind became active, free, and the nature became clear. Lingyun finally saw the way of peach blossom, Yongsheng completely opened his eyes, ears, nose, tongue and body, and finally came to the United States.

I didn't reply to Yongsheng, sitting on the water and leaning against the beautiful woman, watching the rain and eating tea.

Suddenly, lightning flashed down in the southern sky, and the bottom of the lake suddenly disappeared, followed by thunder. Rock-breaking, the first sound of spring thunder Then the east thundered and thundered, the oblique wind tightened, and raindrops came, splashing countless splashes on the lake. Xiangshan Buddhists say that "the wind on the wave surface makes the rain low", and this is also the case.

I didn't know Yongsheng had gone back to the pavilion to shelter from the rain. After listening to what he said about good rain and good tea, I suddenly realized. I saw him leaning against a beautiful woman, holding blue and white porcelain in his hand, his face lit up and he was covered in spring scenery.

I said to the lake, "look, the lake is full of crab eyes and fish eyes, much like a tea maker boiling water." Dongpo lay man said that "the crab's eyes pass the fish's eyes, and he wants to be a breeze", and said that "living water needs to be cooked with live fire, and the stone will be made clear". We watched the rain and drank tea under the pavilion, and the sky fell and the lake boiled tea. It was wonderful! Chen Meigong said,' One person gets the spirit of tea, two people get the taste of tea, three people get the taste of tea, and seven or eight people are tea ears.' In the past, my pavilion was unique, and God was there. You shoot alone outside the pavilion, in the wilderness. Today, their tea interest is not only outside the pavilion, but also inside the pavilion, both on blue and white porcelain and on the lake. I'm glad to get this interesting scene! "

The boat in Hunan is smaller, the fishermen are not very clear, and the willows on the shore are flying wildly. ...

We drank tea one after another in the stormy pavilion. ...

I don't know how long it took, but the wind stopped and the rain stopped. Looking eastward, above the distant mountains and under the rain clouds, a touch of light gradually brightened up, eager to put it down.

Under the weeping willows beside the pavilion, a bed of leeks is green and tender.

I looked at Yongsheng thoughtfully and said to myself, "Will it rain tonight? We cut leeks in the spring rain? "

In a blink of an eye, winter has passed two solar terms, but the second rain in winter began before the first snow in winter, so why go to Taipei to watch the winter rain? Just like last winter, southerners may not have to go all the way to the north to see the snow in the future.

The weather in recent years sometimes makes me feel very confused. The weather is still so changeable that it is understandable that people are unpredictable. I seem to finally understand a truth, things change, and nothing in the world can really be fixed. Just like flowers always fade after the season; At night, the sun will be replaced by stars and the moon; Time will slip away day by day and we can't keep everything.

There may be a time when we feel that some people and things are the best, so good that no one or thing can replace them. In order to get it, regardless of the consequences, at any cost, do your best, rack your brains, do your best, but still can't get the desired result. So we are very sad every day, immersed in pain, and the final result is just more and more lost.

We often lose ourselves, our principles and our bottom line for the sake of a little faith we hold in our hearts, and make ourselves humble or even lose our dignity in the face of love, friendship or other things, but what can we do? People are equally indifferent. Calm down and think about it. Why bother? People are born equal, so why be too persistent for one thing, belittle yourself, be trampled on by others and become mud under others' feet?

Everything should be what you want. The so-called twisted melon is not sweet and should not belong to us. Even if we try our best to get it, we may still face loss in the end, leaving only sadness and countless scars for ourselves. And even if these scars can heal, they may inevitably leave a shadow. I wonder when these shadows will be erased. They will also slow down our progress, and we will never have the courage to devote ourselves wholeheartedly to the same kind of things.

In fact, life is too short, so why bother? If you have lost it, just let it go, there is no need to keep it. Let go, we can free our hands to seize the next opportunity. What you can catch is your own, and only what belongs to you is the most beautiful and cherished.

Summer has passed, and we can't keep the summer rain. But winter brings us surprises, because the rain in winter is more valuable and worth cherishing, and there is no need to go to Taipei to see it.