春天季节中雨的思考

Popular Road rare. In previous years has been lingering moisture all the rain made this year is a another kind of feeling.
Thus, the fine weather, the rain suddenly remembered. This year\'s spring rain, a little careful of the people will be able to enumerate it clear several times.
It sometimes rustling, sharp waves like a mighty force. On that occasion, holding rare hail, hit the window edge flap has attracted attention of many people watch. An window, and that column out of thin air straight down rain, then sun shines 10,000, then hail as orders beads, crystal Almost a flash of green pearls, those weeds in the rain in the wind gusts shaking, earth-qi Habitat, is this. Only a childhood memory, where has been renovated, playback, to reproduce.
It sometimes the wind, silent lubricant if superficially. Its gentle amiable Durian, mid-yo, kiss the earth, nourishing the wilderness, washing the dust gas, the Castle green. Because of dry earth and cheerful and open embrace of a broad, tree hardships due to the greed of a long time to breathe the mist that wet shenlu, it is because of muddy roads and slowed down the pace of a hurry. music, and smiling flowers, fresh air, the mood relaxed. of it as, stroking its hair, gently tame a bit of a pain in heart; dialogue with it, listen to its twitter, melodious like the first song lyric. Closer it is, so that a smooth continuous skin stroking it gently, the young woman Eclisse, which tease the mist like fairy tulle Madadayo Tingting. It come, but by no means full of pathos, a little something more to say it.
Night is an invisible network. Very , only rain in the lonely to recite. sparse rain, the wind at night, run a silent but cautious. It seems the dynamic of fish jumping in the boundless sea. around, one vast mass, the rain can not appreciate the intricate, continuous constant perception that it can deeply earnest, it\'s close. Any imagination, think of thousands of indulgence. Through the dark, so that the rain garden full roaming thoughts, so that earned off through the darkness. A small piece of open windows, the wind blowing gently holding moisture, cooler breeze is jointly owned by reading. Reading exquisite prose, poetry or advanced study, noted by oneself.
Occasionally came out of the window corner of the rain pyridaben , a quiet night shift. Rain, reading, bed holding a cup of hot tea at your fingertips, take a section of light Chin speaker of the song, poem beam hand, life is joy. Dream, the Indus with beads.
Miss spring rain, which come and gone, fresh and clean, but not touching.

俗道物以稀为贵。往年被缠绵的雨弄得浑身湿气,今年却是一番另样的感觉。
于是,大晴天里,却突然想起雨。今年的春雨,稍微细心的人便能清楚历数它来了几次。
它有时沙沙作响,急骤汹涌似千军万马。那一次,狂雨夹着罕见的冰雹,啪啪敲打着窗棱,惹来很多人注目观看。立于窗前檐下,那雨柱凭空直降,那阳光万道普照,那冰雹如珠落盘,那片绿茵转瞬缀满晶莹的珍珠,那些野草在雨里风中阵阵颤抖,人间奇境,莫过于此。童年仅有的一次记忆,在这里得到翻新、回放、重现。
它有时轻风拂面,润物无声若蜻蜓点水。它温润可亲,飘飘洒洒,零零落落,亲吻着大地,滋养着荒原,洗涤了尘气,翠绿了青山。大地因干枯而欢快地敞开宽广的怀抱,树木因久困而贪婪呼吸那湿漉的水雾,人们因道路泥泞而放慢了匆匆的脚步。草儿乐了,花儿笑了,空气清新了,心情放松了。与它凝眸对视,抚摸它的发丝,温顺得心口有点轻轻的疼痛;与它隔窗对话,倾听它的呢喃,悠扬如一首抒情的曲子。凑近它,让那绵绵雨丝轻抚着光滑的肌肤,它轻柔、温婉如含羞的少妇,它撩着轻雾薄纱袅袅婷婷如仙女散花。它,深情款款而来,却绝不缠绵悱恻,让人有点意犹未尽。
黑夜是一张无形的网。夜静极了,只有雨在不甘寂寞地吟诵。稀疏淅沥的雨,随风潜入夜,润心细无声。它似活力四射的鱼儿跳跃在无边的海面。隔窗张望,黑压压苍茫一片,不能欣赏雨的千丝万缕,绵绵不断,却能深切感知它的热切,它的近在咫尺。任浮想联翩,纵情思万千。透过黑幕,让思绪漫游雨园淋漓尽致,让阴晦穿越黑暗酣畅脱落。打开一小片玻璃窗,风夹着水气徐徐吹来,习习凉意,正合拥被读书。读精致散文,还是研高深诗词,悉由尊便。
窗外屋角偶尔传来嘀哒的雨声,夜更静了。听雨,读书,床头静置一杯触手可及的热茶,音箱轻放一段蔡琴的曲子,手执诗束入梦乡,真是人生快事。梦里,雨打芭蕉,梧桐含珠。


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想念春雨,它来去匆匆,清新,干净,但不缠绵。

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