Rain

I often cherish that ancient time and land, that fascinating era. The fragrance of poetry is mixed in warm wind and drizzle, how can we not make people intoxicated! I always hope that there will be someone to listen to the bleak night rain with me. Unfortunately, there are countless night rains, but it is hard to find someone to listen to the rain on the bed. It is always lonely to find someone who can’t understand. Also because of loneliness, the rain becomes more delicious. Seeing the rain hitting in front of the windowsill, it looked like a bead curtain. Although the time and space have changed, the scholars of those years and the students nowadays sound a little less scholarly, but the dim sky, the sudden slow rain at that time, the swaying branches of wind and rain, and the land hit by rain is everlasting. Sometimes, I sighed secretly that fortunately, I was born in a farm and had not finished the modernization coverage of the whole North. Although now we live in high buildings and use electrical appliances, at least our loess land can be seen everywhere without being sealed up by cement. Fortunately, there is a lotus pond beside the house. Yuan Haowen: After the shower, the pearls were scattered, and I thought I am could feel it all over the new Lotus. After reading Mr. Wu Liu’s idyllic poems, children in the city should know much less than those in the countryside. There are more than ten mu square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. The back eaves of Yu Liu Yin, in front of the peach and Li Luo Tang. The village is warm and far away, and there is smoke in Yiyi market. Barking labyrinthine, crowing Mulberry Britain. In addition to turning straw houses into fish-scale tiles, the rural areas ten years ago were mostly like this. Front planted with fruit trees, door elm liu cheng yin. When it comes to eating, smoke will rise from the kitchen. Dogs will bark when they see strangers, and chickens will fly up to the branches, which is a scene of vitality. It is a pity that the current countryside is no longer the one ten years ago. Jiang Kui’s “Yangzhou slow” had a spring breeze of ten miles, which was indeed the case ten years ago. Since Huma peep at the river, the trees in the waste pond are still annoying to talk about soldiers. Gradually dusk, clear corners blowing cold, all in the empty city. Although the current rural areas are not because of wars, the accelerated process of urbanization makes the young and middle-aged people in the rural areas become travellers, while the farmland is barren, just like an empty city. er shi si qiao still in, bo xin dang, cold month is. Today’s rural areas are less bustling in the past, which adds a sense of isolation. I read the Red Medicine beside the bridge and know who to give birth to every year. I also want to ask who do you know every year? The past youth has reached far away, and no one has noticed your brightness and haggard. Maybe one day, you will wait for the person who doesn’t make you lonely. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring

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