Idle

It has been almost ten days since the mid-autumn festival. The sun was shining every day before, and these rainy days came one after another. Especially today, the dripping rain is falling down. The trees on the hillside are washed by the rain in the past few days and the grid is fresh and bright. The chickens fed by my mother-in-law all hid under the orange trees. Some combed the wet feathers slowly, and some stared at the wet ground with a pair of absent eyes, the neighbor’s big dog passed by with his head down around the eaves. Everything was detailed and idle on rainy days. When it was already bright in the morning, I was lying on the bed and was reluctant to get up when I heard the rain knocking on the window. Juner was still sleeping beside him. He picked up the phone casually, turned on the music and plugged it into the headset. Listening to the light music, he looked at the rain outside the window like this. I even wanted to write something for this scene, so I wrote a crooked poem casually. “Exile” listen to the rain knock on the window and exile yourself in the rain let the rain wash away because I miss your lonely soul all the past let it melt in the invisible Sanskrit exile yourself in the rhythm let Zen fade away desire to see you faint like to accompany quietly a few birds’ cry exile yourself in the Sky let the boundless depth place imprisoned heart vast blue your affectionate eyes wind blows through the hair exile yourself the mottled mind in the shadow of the tree was placed in the forest, and the flowers of the season shook off the ground, hurting people and passers-by. Never exile yourself in the field, in the streams, in the alleys, every day and night when I miss you is a beautiful time exile everything allows you to sneak into my dreams sometimes, I really want to exile all my idle time. Thinking about the past few days, I made myself decadent for a long time for a relationship. I walked out slowly and knew that I could only look at the people or things I liked quietly and from a distance. I would not force myself too much any more and let myself go. Yu was still persistent in the underground. He stayed in bed for a long time. Jun woke up. His brother came to help him get dressed. The brothers went downstairs. Outside the window, the rain was still the same, and there was a sound on the window. Unexpectedly, two sparrow came there to hide from the rain. These naughty figures often greet me in the morning. However, when the weather is fine, it often flies to the higher and farther blue sky in a flash. It is rare that it rains these days, and these elves spend the morning with me like this. A burst of sleepiness was coming again. At this moment, Juner shouted to his mother loudly below, getting up and having an early meal. Only her diligent husband had finished the early meal, just waiting for me to go downstairs to eat. I had no choice but to get up slowly, change clothes and go downstairs for dinner. People, it seems that when it rains, they will be idle and don’t want to move, as if they have more sleepiness. Downstairs, everything in the world in the rain is idle, with idle clouds overhead, idle rain in the air, and the idle eunuch outside is slowly spitting smoke rings on the steps, in the kitchen, my mother-in-law was slowly setting a fire under the kitchen (we were separated, we lived on both sides of the East and West in the old house). The sons were obedient and sat on the table to eat. After washing and grooming, the rain gradually became smaller. Looking at the flying rain, there was an impulse to get wet in the rain. Juner Yuer had already lost his figure, and I’m afraid he has been watching TV again. I strolled out of the house and walked west on the road. Now the country roads are paved with cement, and I am not afraid of wet shoes. I saw the morning glory lingering in the soil along the road. The purple flowers became more and more lovely under the moisture of the drizzle. Water drops rolling on the petals as thin as cicada wings can be seen. Why does this flower remind me of Lin Daiyu’s coming? Does she look so sentimental? Looking up to the front, the empty mountains were dense in the thin fog, just like a quiet girl wearing a scarf lightly, and the houses in the small village were also looming in the fog. In front of the road, an aunt walked slowly with a green floral umbrella. The color of the late rice in the rice field was gradually changing from green to golden, and a row of telegraph poles stood there quietly, there are few birds on the opposite mountain, and there are few cars on the road. Everything is so quiet and so idle. It suddenly occurred to me that the busy sister came day and night, and the place where she married off was much better than mine: the verdant mountains, the verdant rice fields and the green streams, but she only wanted to make money. Money has become her forever favorite in this world. My brother-in-law passed away unexpectedly because of his weak family affection. Less than a week, he left a pair of children, parents-in-law and went to work to relieve his sadness? I see no. Now for money, love will be weak-find a Yueyang local guy, who is thin and dry just because of money, how many emotional elements are in it? When she went back to her mother’s home in Yueyang, I often persuaded her, but why didn’t I listen? A mother gave birth to nine sons, and her characters were all different. In today’s materialistic world, how many are not like this and have become slaves of money? I was busy not for profit but for name, and some of them were free to watch the clouds gathering and scattering in the sky, and carefully watched the flowers blooming? Time flows gently like water. People who are tired of money, fame and wealth should feel that they have been busy in this world for a long time when their temples are gray. Lovemaking! The raindrops grew bigger and bigger, stirring the calm water of the pond beside the road with water flowers. Unconsciously, I had already walked out of my home for more than ten meters. Mom, mom, come on, I will send you an umbrella. I turned around and saw ten-year-old Yu’er running towards me with a plaid umbrella. The little guy was so careful that he was afraid of his mother getting wet when he saw the heavy rain. Whether? He kept my every move in mind and put it in his heart? No, it rained heavily, so he followed me. I took the umbrella passed by my son, hugged him and walked home. The idle time passed slowly with my sons and me. 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This suddenly

I have been looking forward to it for a long time, and I hope it will rain heavily. Today, it is really coming. It rained heavily, turning all the tranquility into noise. The originally gloomy day became a little bright, and the rain column falling in the air hit the cement floor, making a loud noise. This rain probably ended the past extremely hot and changeable high temperature, turning the originally hot earth into warm and cool. We should be happy at this moment. The rain outside grows from small to large, which seems to be the law of nature, just like people always grow up, and the same as the rain. Accompanied by a little thunder, it was always rumbling to be confused, and it was not as fierce as a bolt from the blue, but just to surprise people. It is mild, which is an indication. I saw some people walking hurriedly with umbrellas. I knew the expression of panic on their faces in the hurried steps. I heard the fast sound of raindrops, but I couldn’t describe their appearance. The rain suddenly became smaller, and the raindrops under the eaves were ticking, hitting the ground like dripping in my heart. Because the rain was very small, the outside seemed quiet, and the ticking sound was clear, like the loose drum, but suddenly accompanied by the birdsong. The rain suddenly became big, as if the slow mood became excited, as if the rest soldiers were going to bow, as if the slow war drum became urgent. I suddenly wondered whether people lived in slack in their whole life, and then the ancient people had Slack degree, following the gradual statement. I often think that the life of human beings should be the same as the law of changes and movements of all things in this world, However, we often boast that we are beyond things and are separated from the law. It seems that all things in nature do not include ourselves. It turns out that our own interests deceive assumptions and obscure ourselves. The ancients often said that they were detached. I really couldn’t understand what kind of realm it was, but thought it was a kind of self-deception. How can we go beyond the laws of nature when human beings belong to all things and are in the world? And it should be that human life should be the same as the law of nature and live with everything! Or is the artistic conception of the ancient sage unpredictable? Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…