Recently in the rain, big, like a waterfall, home for a long time did not so much rain. Because the grandparents are to farming the relation of the farmer, so some of the weather of this class are very sensitive, even my don't go to Tian out-and-out city child knows: the line, the big rain, do not have to water the fields, the next will be enough food, income will be many.
It is early summer now, seemingly just after it, but is really a timely rain. The rain has been three days and nights, also let us these hot enough for people to take three days and three nights cool. Previously in the heat of the day always open air conditioning, although can make people down, but the air blown from the fan is always instruments made, blowing in the body always has a piercing means. However, rain can be different, the wind is a natural wind, very cool, gives me a feeling of early autumn.
After the rain scene and before is very different, not to mention this " waterfall". Never put the tree it sprout, seemingly dirty grass is washed. Rain stopped when a sound, sounding so long, crisp, snails appear, with a little tipsy, struggling to slowly climbing the heights. The ground of the plants are green, the green in a complete mess, like a beautiful painting, even if it is only a dull green, but also can be more and more magnificent; ornate; fascinating, beautiful, like Zoran Tiancheng, but arise spontaneously.
Stand alone in their eaves below, dull looking at what a piece of curtain. They are on this world, they come from all corners of the country, together they evaporated in the cloud, floating in the roof of my house, and gather together, playing together in my house roof, this is not a fate that? They together hand in hand from a soft cloud to jump down, all along the roof tiles to every little bit from the cornice slowly dropping in tiles, worn over a stone. Then they vacated jump with beautiful, gorgeous waltz, until the entire play on the ground, splashed on my feet.
This is a rain, is so large and spectacular. It is with great scene appeared in front of us, scored our sleep. It is that a rain, let our life and before very different, giving previously ineffective greening become more beautiful, more bright. It makes the world become out of the ordinary, take on an altogether new aspect, become pure and no pollution, beauty instrument world. It is deeply rooted in our brains, with several numbers of auditory hallucinations to decorate our faces, dotted with our hearts.
Are you free enough to melt the trees, grass, flowers, mountains, rivers and can form a beautiful all elements. Did you find, it has still to decorate many time.
High lift head, title cut beautiful wings, fly slowly forever. A kind of charming, kind. On the nature of infinite affection upon the beautiful tail screen. Condensed into a dance most incisive and inlaid into a beautiful specimen.
The top of the cloud floating. The hillside cangyan mountain stream gurgling of water blown up, unfolding, you whose smooth body. Air is transparent. You stand in the transparent like with you Joan of immortal, overlooking the numerous living beings, in the sky and earth clips of bursting out the amazing grace.
Then, high-pitched cries to be emotional waves sing into poetic masterpiece through the ages. Soft wind treads the passion through, leave a ripple shape of footprints, only for a moment of the process, caw warbler, feather butterfly with the temptations sing merrily and dance gracefully, the background scenery, to the brilliant and colorful, to appease the rain rain music. Fantasy.
Said the callosity, the hometown of rain is always so deep friendship, indulge in pleasures without stop, only today discovered, once the rainy season, already in memory of the dust, catch and reach. On the field, no goal, also appears to have no future, in my world, does not always come in the future. Special season, always have a particular story, like the feeling you can start, at the fingertips, in the heart always left behind Tibet, remember, and forget not to drop...
Memory, Anhui's most hated was the rain, I like rain. Day and night, every day to face every day, pushed open the door will have to watch the blue sky like a bead curtain, are a few months, there are gray, smoke, like rain, such as silk... There will always be people who will use the most beautiful words to describe the Jiangnan rain, because the river is beautiful, I always love Jiangnan, like West Lake, Zhong Ling Yuk, daughter of a humble family like I dare not flatter, the beauty of West Lake. Just to think that "the beautiful hometown today, but Anhui" home, the white plaster Lake pan, lotus boat head, floating in the edge, is a memory or dust...
Mist misty rain, as if returning to the dreams, night worried about hometown.
Even the tiger under the bamboo reed Park, located in front of the family, solitary charged and aestheticism, the love in bamboo lettering, like digging up bamboo shoots teenager, always do the unrealistic dreams, with the rainy season, the memory in the United States sword in the heart. Everything seems in yesterday, especially the memory of childhood, there is always the bamboo's shadow, like green, like leaves that maintain one's original pure character, green flowers ashamed, but in the rainy season, bamboo is a head, be out of spirits, like me, always special sulked during the rainy season, the mood is not bad, but the years, I have been accustomed to find it, gradually accepted the truth, the rainy season is a rainy season... This is the house that is, make people love and pity.
The earliest memory is a junior high school, nature is a nostalgia and fell dejected time, it was like a bike and songs of the era, full of speed and passion, seek to prevail over others, but many more naive, and from there, I learned not to sing songs, learn to cherish cherish something, someone, but to understand some things, because some people miss will become regrets it, something to those people, already far away, I want to give up but you have to give up. When the tape machine, is the most popular, the most happy thing is that his hand is a new tape or on CD, but I can love, hold the headset, cross bike in the continuous rain, in newly tarred road, back and forth, in the rain off always so beautiful, visual and auditory combination always indulge in pleasures without stop, there is always a rain does not touch the skirts of the feeling, enjoying this make people love and hate rain, every time, are watery eyes, like crying, like rain... Really hope that song, in that way, the dream will continue forever, this life is so old, sleepless, spend the time, as I came, soundless and stirless, rain fall silent...
At that time, need every day to ride to the town center, go to school, come back at night is the gray one, a lot of time there will be a kind of illusion, confused night and day, this is the power of rain, the Jiangnan rain, always full of mystery, it is difficult to fathom... I am not a good boy, I like people don't like something, most feeling something is your car, that a pair of headphones, collection of CD, there are those who turn many times in the novel, again and again, not to mind taking the trouble, sometimes find yourself up is not a book, not be back to wander, go back to the time, I will not leave too much mark, I is the way of life in the lost lamb, science will not always take good care of yourself, take care of people around you, is that before, after or so, the only difference is, your life is like rain, this night sleepless is hate, life does not change is anxious, like the rain is erratic, where is way, or from me on your time will never return, doomed to wandering..