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- 211. Rain
Early spring is a ray of skylight that shines through the clouds and shines on the ground, with a silvery edge in its calmness. ("".com is updated 24 hours a day, 24 hours a day, pure txt hand-written novels.com) The sharp edge of spring pierces the curtain of the intersection of seasons, giving people imagination without boundaries, turmoil full of passion, mystery eager to explore, and unstoppable of awe.
A thin layer of dust accumulated in the low recesses of the stone slabs, which turned out to be a home for moss to thrive. Their slender mustard bodies gathered together and became one with the soil. These humble dust-like spirits made themselves Place them at the lowest point, guarding the foundation of life with an embrace.
Have you ever thought that they were once scraped by the wind and frost swords, withered, aged, and decayed until they lost all signs of life? But the moist breath of early spring awakened the dormant blood in the body. With their green declaration, their military appearance Climb up the eaves, wall corners and dark bark of trees neatly, showing off the sharp edge of spring in silence.
The poplar tree is the prophetic and wise man in the village. Its slim trunk and dense and stubby branches are like a torch that has just been extinguished, held up in the biting winter. But if you look up at the branches, you will find that the gray spores have already Slightly swollen, it is the first flood season to deliver spring tide to the village.
At this time, the edge of spring is stored in the slender and straight body of the poplar tree. There are as many burning flames as there are spores.
After the beginning of spring, the fluffy and cracking spores herald the spring in the cold weather, with a toe-like pointed shell sticking out from the head, just like the delicate and pointed hooves of a little suckling pig stepping tremblingly in the soft wind, making a sound along the way. Waltz from "Sounds of Spring".
Willow trees are graceful fairies. Although the sharpness of early spring is not as sharp as scissors, the willow branches are already swaying, soft as strands, and their dancing figures are graceful, coupled with their ice-clear skin.
Twist a cut willow branch in your hand, look closely at the sleepy buds that are about to open and close, and roll up like a sleeping beauty. At this time, you can't bear to disturb its sweet dream.
In the moonlight, the willow branches are overflowing with silvery light, and the night light is clear. ¡¶¡·Íø.com
The edge of spring is everywhere, look up or bury your head, as long as you open your eyes and open your heart, the breath of spring will be like a looming or thick or light fragrance that refreshes your heart and mind, always reminding you: the edge of spring is invincible.
The blue sky is filled with warm tones, the earth is filled with the breath of life, the morning glow, morning mist, gentle breeze and drizzle are like innocent and translucent folk songs.
At this time, the sharp edge of spring transformed into a scene of pattering spring rain, and the soft beauty moistened the hearts of the rural people.
The first spring rain of this year came in an urgent and hurried manner. The first thing to fall was the fine ice chips. Rain is the immortal spirit of the ice chips. When they successfully completed the handover of life in the air, a hearty spring rain fell. The village is moist and shiny.
The rain is falling, filling the earth.
The rain in early spring is light, and the flying flowers are like dreams; the rain in early spring is fine, as delicate as silk; the rain in early spring is dense, as misty as smoke.
Soon, the ground was covered with a layer of oily water, and the light could be seen.
The holly on the mountain has been bleached and dyed green, and the pines and cypresses have been washed into a striking green color. The spring rain has moistened them, and they are as red as fire, and they stand as still as butterflies.
There is no wind, and the village is as silent as an ink painting, gentle and charming, quiet and spacious, full of fresh air.
Even pedestrians are so slow, their slow steps carefully treading the mirror-like road surface, making almost no sound. The whole world is installed on a road paved with mirrors, as if they are boating on the water, like in a painting.
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People just splashed with water stains and walked leisurely, as if they were walking in the Jiangnan water town with apricot blossoms and spring rain, which was both real and illusory.
A drizzle of light rain extended from the side of Shuangfeng Mountain. Although it still seemed cool and refreshing, it had already lost its sharpness that was engraved in the bones. ("".com is updated 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, with pure txt hand-written novels.com)
At that time, Mr. Zhang Wu from the village was walking out of the gate that had been repaired last night with his rhubarb. Before the spring breeze could turn his gray hair, a stream of clear raindrops fell on his face as mottled as tree bark. Just like the cold and silent soil under your feet, all it takes is a shallow call from the rain, and the brows that were originally frowned by the winter cold will suddenly relax.
Facing the bright sky, Zhang Wuye showed a long-lost smile, just like the flowers in life, which after having to lose their bright colors, successfully regained the feeling of blooming in spring.
The roadside is full of green grass and whispers of conversation. Some are scrambling for the first place, some are talking to themselves, and some guys who can't interrupt simply leave a series of small and fragmentary murmurs around them.
openThe fifth master intentionally placed a long ox-nose rope to let Dahuang Gu use his lips to search for the kiss that the grass had forgotten all winter, even if it sometimes only touched it lightly.
In this way, not only did the slow and dull cow finally get on the track of green grass love, but more importantly, Mr. Zhang once again reaped the joy of the soul that was not shut out by spring.
In fact, although the endless paddy fields in Dashipo Village have never lost their soothing and graceful tone, they still cannot fade away from their gray tones.
Meanwhile, in the fields, there were wheat and rapeseed sprouting vaguely. They were tender, green, and shy. Anyone could guess that they were secretly running uphill, being pulled by the green wind at a very fast speed. It will spread everywhere.
Occasionally, three or two sparrows and swallows chase and play through the fields or people's heads. A few loud calls and excited flapping spread the enthusiasm and noise of the beginning of spring everywhere.
Gradually, the rain became thinner and denser, and the seemingly moderate breeze blew out the pipe pot that Zhang Wuye tried to light several times.
He simply put down the cow nose rope, put away the bamboo smoke pot, and then squinted his eyes to look at the increasingly brighter sky.
With his ears that had just passed the 70-year-old platform of life, he could really hear the rustling of the tile eaves in the drizzle; he could hear the almost dry moss lying between the tile cracks crying out happily; he even heard the humility of the corner of the wall. The plowshare of posture is eager to shake off the rust.
In addition, he may also hear the small stream formed by rainwater flowing quietly and enlarged, carrying the last prayer of a fallen leaf. When its crisp heartbeat resounds through the mountains, lush flames burst out everywhere.
A drop of rainwater fell casually from the eaves of a certain place in the village. On the edge of the steps, the sound of a shallow grass crying out for thirst and the transparent breathing of a wild flower were heard clearly by Mr. Zhang Wu without the use of his ears, even if they were obscured by the sudden density of frog drums.
If the rain in autumn is like raindrops on banana trees that make people grow old, then the rain in spring is like raindrops that moisten all things and make them appear in paintings.
"Spring rain is as precious as oil," it spreads evenly over the vast land, soaking the soil covering the surface of the earth, and extending the hopes of the villagers along the branches and vines that sprouted from the seeds.
With a kind of expectation of life, gaze at the drops of spring rain, and then use the emotion after a gift. In the spring rain, gently store the beginning of the four seasons and the excitement after being satisfied.
The dusky sky gradually turned into blue-grey, and the fields and villages far and near became increasingly hazy, creating a yellow halo between the sky and the earth.
The trees were shadowy and jagged, and the lights in the windows lit up one after another, like stars in the distant sky, eyes blurred by sleep.
Various birds lit up their ethereal and melodious singing voices. The black birds in front of me either flew over the ridge of the farmhouse, or shuttled among the trees, jumping among the branches.
"The ones in the distance blend into the twilight, making it difficult for you to tell which tree or roof the crisp sound is coming from. The camphor tree under the window holds a young leaf shining with charming luster.
Everything is moisturized and plump.
Open the window, the moist and fresh wind blows across your cheeks, carrying the fragrance of earth.
At times like this, there is nothing more pleasant than walking on a country road, letting the raindrops fall lightly on your face and hair. No need to rush, nature cleanses the soul. At that time, you may wonder if a pretty girl will come over and hold a small floral umbrella.
Deep in the light, the wind and smoke are quiet.
Late at night, I listened to the sound of raindrops under the eaves, "patta", "patta", the raindrops on the east and west walls overlapped and intertwined, long and short, rising and falling one after another, very rhythmic. At this time, the ground was like The strings of the piano, the rain like slender fingers, the harmony of heaven and earth, the harmony of the piano and the serene, one can hear the majesty of the mountains and the beauty of the rivers. The thoughts become distant, and the dry heart is washed and tempered and becomes clear and clear.
It is not appropriate to read at night on a night like this. It is easy to be distracted by other people's complicated and chaotic emotions, and you are separated from such a quiet and peaceful rainy night landscape. Your originally clean and dustless heart is shielded in an irrelevant world.
On such a night, it is not appropriate to listen to music by the window. What kind of music can compare with the natural sound of spring night, with this natural and soothing melody. In this calm and peaceful scale, the hidden world in the heart will be revealed. There is a seed that falls to the ground and takes root, then grows and grows wildly until it blooms and bears fruit.
On such a night, it is not appropriate to talk late into the night, lingering thoughts, and lingering emotions of separation. Even if you have a beautiful heart, you will be too sad and swallowed.
On nights like this, it is best to stay awake alone for a long time, listen to your own pounding heartbeat, gradually echoing the sound of rain, and then go upstream, along the lost years, to pick up the fragments of memory and see if they can be retrieved. My lost youth?? awn.
The sharp edge of spring is to use life and the sun and the moon to collide, and use all the enthusiasm and dripping emotions to turn into the nurturing and calling of life, catalyzing all things from sprouting to brilliance. In this season, all the drifts are full of hope, and all the withers are full of hope. It¡¯s all for new life.
"The garden is full of spring scenery and can't be contained, and a red apricot tree comes out of the wall." As this sentence says, the scene after the spring rain is indeed like this.
When I woke up in the morning, the rain had stopped, and the air was fresher and more natural. I took a deep breath and felt comfortable all over. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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