Rain bamboo window night talk

After a weekend dinner in autumn, how much water vapor condensed in gloomy weather, it finally rained.

? Sheltering from the rain in the house, hearing the rain dripping on the banana leaves is a ticking sound, and the rain dripping on the window is a cracking sound. The two voices echo each other and are endless. Nature has brought a symphony that does not know when it will end.

? Make a pot of Pu 'er tea, smell the tea, and wait for the arrival of friends. The two families are not far away. Usually, they only need to walk for 20 minutes. It is rare to have such a high magnanimity tonight. I look forward to the arrival of my friends.

? Shortly after the appointed time, I opened the door and was greeted by my friend's knocking at the door and a stream of steam.

? After a few commonplaces, we sat down, took a sip of tea and started a long talk. From history to finance, from the troubles of life and work to looking forward to a bright future, imagining the future is what we talk about the most. I took a sip of tea, moistened my voice, and talked about the "anecdote" of my classmates.

? The rain outside the window didn't get bigger or stop. The slight rain is the best adjustment for our empty talk. With the sound of rain, our thoughts fly out, thinking further and further, and we will speak our thoughts without reservation. Some things poured out, and a stone fell to the ground in my heart; Some ideas can only be known through communication.

? After drinking a pot of tea, it's already midnight. The friendly guests reluctantly picked up their umbrellas and disappeared in the rainy night.

? The above scene is Su Shi's comment on "Sixteen Fun" Part II, "Night Talk at a Bamboo Window in a Light Rain". When I think about it carefully, I have experienced a similar situation, so I will never forget it. Su Dongpo was born in the south, and his official position and demotion were in the south, but he didn't know that his hometown's northern Xinjiang also had similar leisure —— "Night Talk Around the Kitchen in Zita Law": In the cold winter, it was snowing all over the sky, in the dead of night, sitting on a warm kang, adding a stove from time to time, eating melon seeds, and friends and relatives gathered around to talk and laugh until drowsiness hit. It's snowy outside and warm as spring inside; It's quiet outside, you can hear the sound of snow falling, and there is laughter inside. This is also a rare pleasure in life.