Prose: I'm a little worried about hitting banana in the rain

I've always thought that it's a boring topic for literati to be mystifying. I used to travel in the mountainous areas of central Zhejiang and southern Anhui, and lived in a B&B inn. I overheard the rain hitting banana several times. I wanted to talk about my sadness, my lovesickness, my mood, but my talent was not wise. I felt that rain hitting banana was normal and not as artistic as they said.

Life is an invisible net. Although I haven't seen the taste of sorrow yet, I want to talk about it, and I returned to my hometown in the middle of the night ... < P > It rained one night, and the sound of bananas woke me up in my dream, leaning on my pillow and moving from the countryside to the city for more than ten years, and my parents, who were not far away, came to mind.

I inadvertently remembered a word: "Why do you plant bananas at leisure? It's raining early and raining late. It's because your mood is so boring that you plant bananas and blame them. I regret that I didn't plant peaches, the leaves are lush and the flowers are enchanting. Now I am talking to the mirror, and I am speechless. "

Banana, a poetic plant, stretches its broad green leaves out of loneliness, sadness and parting feelings.

throughout the ages, plantains are always accompanied by rain. Listen to the sound of the rain beating on the canopy, gently and heavily, mixed with a trickle of water, sometimes dripping with ideas, sometimes sparse, and there is a softness in monotony.

Listening to the incessant raindrops, turn on the bedside lamp, open the thin curtains and stare at the banana in the rain. The crystal beads of rain seem to fall on the fat banana leaves. Banana is weak, elegant and affectionate, and it seems to be melancholy and lonely. The banana in the rain, swaying, delicate and touching, contains a touch of sadness.

the night rain dripped a little on the banana and hit it. Rain drops down the long banana leaves. Banana heart is long, as if full of sadness, vaguely with endless feelings, an inexplicable emotion, slowly growing in summer.

Maybe it's missing, maybe it's a little melancholy, which is deeper and heavier in the sound of the rain hitting the banana. Listen to the sounds of nature when the rain hits the banana. In the depths of my memory, those past events, like wisps of rain bouncing off banana leaves, become echoes that penetrate time and space and linger in my heart.

Banana leaves are large and well-curled, and raindrops are loud and clear on the banana leaves with clear meridians, which is the easiest to touch people's heartstrings and arouse people's reverie. Raindrops are slow and urgent, and fall on banana leaves like mountain springs, but they are softer; It's like whispering, and it's more clear, leisurely and tactful.

In fact, Banana Rain is nothing more than a kind of nature, a kind of natural sound, but passionate people can always derive thousands of wonderful rhymes and melodies from their own feelings.

In the eyes of sentimental poets, the sound of banana rain is sad, sad and sad. The sad and sad mood contained in the rain hitting banana is artificially constructed by people with sorrow and resentment. Only when there is a little leisure in their hearts will they dream of hitting banana in the rain. Therefore, it is no wonder that the banana rains at night. On the contrary, in the quiet night, listening to the rain on the banana can keep people away from the world of mortals and give some comfort to those who feel sorry for things.

listening to the rain beating on the green banana leaves bit by bit, the long night seems more and more lonely and lengthy. Especially those wanderers who have been wandering in the journey of life for many years, how can they not take lingering thoughts, long nostalgia and indescribable sorrow together?

Silent rainy night, trouble sleeping. The bitter rain outside the window is raining, and it is striking on the banana leaves, which is particularly clear. Little by little, one sound knocks on people's hearts, just like the sadness in their hearts, which seems to have no end ...

Rain hitting banana is often seen in Jiangnan area, and gradually, it has become an aesthetic object of literati. Rain curtain, my heart is wet. Although I am not a literati, I am also a sentimental person. Although I don't cry at the sight of flowers, I feel sorry for the moon, and occasionally I still have to be arty.