Recently, the weather is rainy and continuous, which is like writing a long poem. The gloomy poetry is shrouded in people’s hearts. Some people read romance and some people read boredom, but I like to shuttle back and forth in its space, free imagination. Qingming Festival is approaching, and a little rain is in line with the artistic conception of this festival and people’s mood. The ancient poetry has a cloud in the Tomb-Sweeping Day, the rain is coming one after another, people on the road want to die, the nostalgia for their relatives is poured out in the Tomb-Sweeping Day, tears are just like the continuous raindrops, the clear and cool falling, the memory of black and white becomes clearer under the repeated washing of rainwater. At this time, sorrow could not be solved. Only by using du Kang to temporarily anesthetize himself could there be a scene of asking where the restaurant was. The shepherd boy pointed at Xinghua Village from a distance. For the feeling of rain, you have to be in it to experience it. Stay at home and stop at the window to watch the rain. The repeated actions of raindrops make people tired; Or lie in bed to listen to the rain, the monotonous rhythm also makes people boring. It is better to walk out with an umbrella and participate in this dynamic rhythm, just like walking into a group of lively children and feeling the vitality of the rain in the bustle. You can also reach out to catch the gift of nature and experience the temperature of this season with sharp touch. The rain was held in my hand, cool and smooth. After a short stay, it slipped from the fingers and returned to the nature, just like a lover’s small hand pulled away from your hand, it makes you feel regretful, and the rain all over the sky also cooperates with you to create a sad atmosphere. Ancient literati also liked to express their feelings through rain, and there were numerous verses describing rain. For example, Li Jing’s green bird didn’t send letters outside the clouds, Lilac was empty and worried in the rain, and Xu Fu’s spring rain broke the bridge, the boat came out of the Willow Shade. The Autumn shade of Li Shangyin never shed Frost and flew late, leaving the dead Lotus to listen to the sound of rain and so on. The same rain brought them different feelings. The so-called situation was born from the heart, taste the natural taste of rain with different moods. In the novel “The evening of plum rains”, the hero likes reverie in the rain very much. After work, he prefers to walk in the rain with an umbrella if there is no tram, enjoying the dusk of the city when the lights were on in the misty rain, enjoying the romance of the poetic dusk walking leisurely under the umbrella side by side with her encountered. Rain is a kind of scenery, which is decorating our life. It is also a kind of grace, moistening all things on the Earth and our dry hearts. It infuses poetic and pictorial meanings into life, it also infuses fun and color. At this time, the rain outside the window had stopped, the leaves after grooming were glowing with green light, and the birds jumped among the luxuriant branches and leaves. The rain went away without words, leaving us a fresh world, a world full of birds and flowers.

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