Last night

Last night, it rained again. The rain in winter was not common. However, this winter seems to be spring, and the rain is more than that of the previous years. The string bamboo is quiet, and the night rain is accompanied by dim light. I stood in front of the window, leaning against the curtain and looking at the rain lines flowing down one after another, just like a bead curtain, dancing lightly in the wind, the darkness under the eaves, the depth behind the bead curtain, it is frightening and fancy. In the early morning, with the depression of last night, I came to the campus hesitantly. There was no blowing cold wind here. The rain seemed to have stopped for some time. The campus after the rain was full of wet water, the forest was lonely, and the grass was indifferent. Birds standing on the branches gave out a few cries of hunger. At this time, there are still a few drops of floating rain flowers, unwilling to be lonely in the campus, swaying with the breeze, dancing leisurely and graceful. The dance is so graceful and melodious. They seem to be not rain flowers, but emotional elves. I slowly opened my hands and let the rain fall on my palm, refreshing the depressed mood. The rain last night, though not big, also drenched through the green leaves of the campus. In confusion, I walked along the path of rain and flowers, as if there were flickering light passing through the corner of my eyes. Following the dazzling light, I found that on the sparse tip, among the luxuriant leaves, the rain flowers condensed into water drops. Drops of water seem to be the post station of rain flowers and the harbor of rain flowers. The glittering water drops fell on the blade, just like the “PIPA”: Big beads and small beads fell on the jade plate, falling like a rain, silver shining. The water drop at the tip of the leaf was glittering and translucent, shy and shy, and Wanru began to come out with thousands of calls, still holding the lute to cover his face. Woman. The Jade drops on the branches are like diamonds inlaid in green, exquisitely carved and shining. I have been intoxicated with the Green poetry of rain flowers. The temptation of rain flowers makes me cross the grassland of the campus like a demon. I leaned over the low grass and tasted the rain and flowers carefully. The stars scattered in the grass, as if remembering the classics of time. Looking up at the drooping branches and leaves on the big tree, focusing on the water drops on the tip of the leaf, it is so pure and shy, as if it only needs a slight shiver to drill into the soil, disappear and. I got close to a drop of water which was a little higher, held my breath and crept close to it for fear of any alarm. Suddenly, I found that the scenery of the campus was reflected in this little water drop, and I was also in the grass. Water drops show clear in the emerald green and glittering in the hazy. Staring at the world reflected in water drops, I was deeply shocked. I used to be self-righteous, but it turned out to be so small. With the yearning of last night, I was already confused, and my ignorant mind remained on the words. Although the water drops are small, they can contain the world. I am thinking: walking in the world, the original intention of the heart is kind. Walking, with the superposition of success, the heart slowly expands unconsciously, and the accompanying may be the sinking of character, thought of chaos. We always pursue the pure ideal, but we are forgotten in the busy world. However, if you feel the innocence in the world and practice your own purity in the rainy season. At this time, if you give a little sunshine, it will be brighter! In life, we have too many concerns, sometimes impetuous, sometimes clear. However, the ups and downs of the heart are like the floating drops of water lingering on the branches. I also longed to stay away from the world and go to a quiet place, to see mountains and rivers, to visit clouds and smoke. Thinking like this, that beautiful wish is just escaping. Standing under the tree where the rain drops, I feel that the years are quiet, beautiful and green. Listen to the mountains and rivers, feel the rain and flowers, and think about the world of reflection in water drops. The so-called Yi people, in the memory of the water side, left a dream and time to walk with me all the way. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring

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