Who will you think of when you listen to the wind and rain at night?

The sun is still shining during the day, and the sun is shining high; However, at night, the temperature plummeted and it was stormy. I had a dream at night, dreaming that my parents and sister were in the old house in the country, just like they were more than 20 years ago, simple and warm, and happy. ...

Woke up in the middle of the night, the wind roared outside the window, hoo, hoo, hoo ... On this quiet night, it was particularly biting, and heavy rain hit the windowsill. It's raining hard. I'm not sleepy anymore. My thoughts are flying and I listen at night. Who do you have in mind?

? I think of Lu You's poem November 4th is a storm. I'm lying in a remote village, and I don't feel sorry for myself. I still want to defend my country. The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.

More than 800 years ago, in the stormy Southern Song Dynasty, in that lonely and desolate village, on that stormy night, he was old and frozen, but he didn't feel sorry for himself. He wanted to serve the country and defend the border, listened to the wind and rain at night, and dreamed that he was an iron horse galloping on the battlefield. ...

Think about my parents and family, whether it is stormy in my hometown at this time, and whether they are still asleep or awake. I haven't been home for more than 1 month because of the epidemic. I used to go home every week, so I went to the countryside to see my parents and father-in-law.

In fact, I don't care what I eat or what I bring them. As long as I go back, they will be happy. Every time we go back to the city, they will bring us a lot of fresh vegetables, earth eggs and fish in their own rivers, saying, "Our own vegetables don't need pesticide fertilizer, which you can't buy in the city." You can give more to your neighbors. " Every time they leave, they will repeatedly say, "Take care when you are away from home ..."

? I'm thinking of several supervisors who rotate in different places. Some have two children to take care of, and some mothers are in poor health. Therefore, despite working late and working overtime, it is still rain or shine, and every day the county goes to the urban area. And the sudden epidemic, so that some executives were sealed in the original place, can not return home, had to stay in hotels, presumably they are also very anxious, it is really difficult.

? Think of Lu You, a brilliant and noble poet, who cares about his country and people and wanders all his life. Many literati are attached to plants and express their feelings through things.

Tao Yuanming likes autumn chrysanthemums, "picking chrysanthemums under the hedge, leisurely seeing Nanshan"; Zhou Dunyi loves the lotus, "mud is not stained, clear but not demon"; Zheng Banqiao painted and chanted bamboo, saying, "There is no wind in the southeast and northwest.".

The same is true of Lu You, who calls himself "Mei" and likes to use the word "fortune teller" best. The bridge was broken outside the post station, and he was lonely and open. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

? He is a plum blossom on the broken bridge outside the post. It's beautiful and unique, but no one appreciates it in bloom. In the cold wind and rain, it still blooms proudly, driving alone and unowned. However, even if it is smashed into mud, it will not yield, and it is still fragrant, lonely and stubborn. When I think of myself, I like plum blossom because I like Yongmei in Lu You, so the name of QQ is "plum blossom outside the post", and the TV background wall at home is also plum blossom, just because I like the character of plum blossom, especially the plum blossom that is lonely and open outside the post in the storm.

I think of myself trying to grow up all the way, and I think of "plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold" ...

Think about myself now. Although I am also in a different place, I can't say that I am drifting, because the leaders are very concerned, my colleagues are also very supportive, and there are so many like-minded friends and so many beautiful memories.

Compared with land travel, we all "lie down and listen to the wind and rain". We are ashamed of ourselves, and our circumstances are far apart. Suddenly feel so happy, be content and grateful!