Random thoughts in the rain

Many people have written compositions in their daily study and work, right? Essay is a kind of prose, which is not limited by genre and can be flexible and eclectic. Want to find more excellent classic prose? The following is my carefully arranged essay in the rain. Welcome to read the collection.

Random thoughts in the rain 1 To tell the truth, I haven't walked alone for a long time.

Every day, I am troubled by complicated affairs and secular firms, dragged down by indicators, tasks and report materials, and I have to attend some social parties that I can't turn away from from time to time, say some flattering words that I can't believe, and often participate in various passing exams and promotion trainings, although I know that this is a reality that people have to face when they are alive, and it is also an indispensable part of life. However, people's hearts always need some purification, always yearn for a clear, always need to cut off the weeds in their hearts, in order to return to the original simplicity and find inner peace.

No, today's unit training ended early, my wife went to work overtime, and the children took the opportunity to study at night. Originally, I wanted to invite my colleagues and friends to drink, eat, sing, drink tea and beat hemp, just to amuse myself and relieve stress, but at first glance, it seems a little late and inappropriate. So a person wandered aimlessly to Biyang Lake. At this time, the curtain of the night has just fallen, and it is dusk. It's raining in Mao Mao, the lights are on, and the lake is deserted, probably because of the rain.

Don't say it's a little different to walk alone in the rain in Mao Mao at dusk. I used to walk with my family and occasionally go to the lake with my friends to sober up. But every time I walked, I talked and laughed, and I walked and chatted, and I walked away unconsciously.

Friends often say that Biyang Lake in my hometown has become beautiful-Biyang Lake is an artificial lake built in Bijie, a small city in southwest Guizhou in recent years, that is, a section of urban river that once crossed the city was widened and dammed. The lake is very small, about six or seven miles long, and the widest part of the lake is only four or five hundred meters. Pedestrian walkways have been built along the lakeshore, with chairs for people to rest. Various ornamental trees and flowers are widely planted on both sides of the road; All kinds of low evergreen plants and light green plants are planted on the slope, and some pavilions are dotted around. When spring is blooming and the sun is shining, many citizens come here for morning exercise or play. On the Little Square by the lake in the evening, you can always see the figure of an aunt dancing in the square dance. Sometimes I go to work in a hurry during the day, but I rarely have time to stop and enjoy it here. Especially in the night, walking alone in the drizzle, it is really unprecedented to see, feel and read the beauty of the lake view in such a close distance in the rain.

At this time, there are no tourists during the day, no aunts dancing in the square dance, and no noisy and exciting music drums by Biyang Lake on rainy nights. Everything seems to be immersed in this gentle night and Feifei drizzle. In the rain, the street lamp presents a faint fog, soft and warm. Coupled with the light and shadow of various landscape lights on the lakeside buildings, they are projected onto the mirror-like lake, turning this long giant glass into a colorful mirror. When a breeze blows, you will see this colorful mirror-like spring water, wrinkled by the wind, scattered on the lake and turned into stars.

Walking, the night gradually deepened, as if wrapped in this beautiful and illusory lake, took me into the arms of the night; The cool drizzle falls gently on my face and arms like silk, which makes people feel refreshed. Touch the green coolness in this rainy night with your hands; Take a deep breath of the fragrance of flowers and plants on this rainy night. Strangely, during the day, some numb and hard hearts are gradually intoxicated and softened in this night and drizzle, just like this crystal clear lake, the haze in my heart is swept away. At this moment, my heart is so quiet and peaceful.

Unconsciously, I slowed down, leaned against the railing, casually looked at the gentle charm in the rainy night, lit a cigarette, and let my thoughts fly freely. Really answered Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "What can be thought of at this time, or nothing can be thought of"; Or, you should answer the Sanskrit singing in "The Song of Cold Mountain Monks Flowing Water" written by Zen Master Wude: "Your breath is Sanskrit singing, your pulse is bell and drum, your body is a temple, your ears are bodhi, and it is quiet everywhere ... You can pick up red leaves and come and go calmly, so why look for monks?"

On a rainy night, there is neither you nor him.

In the rainy night, there is no noise, no glitz, no irritability.

Walking in the rain at night, I realized that all the anxiety and irritability in life originated from people's hearts and desires. As long as we can cut off the grass of greed in our hearts and restore our original simplicity, our hearts will be as quiet as this lake.

Thank you for this gentle night, like a drizzle, which inspired me.

Let the silk rain falling gently in my heart at night spread, spread, spread again!

Random thoughts in the rain 2 It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window. Hit the glass with a bang. It is cloudy. I don't know when to start. It's already spring rain. There is a saying that "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". That's true. Didn't the spring rain moisten the fire of life and make it endless?

It rained heavily, and the pedestrians in the street gradually became scarce. Only a few people hide under umbrellas and cringe, losing their vitality and enthusiasm. I can't blame them. Who says everyone should have a hot and innocent heart like a child? It is raining, and it has been raining. Children are running in the street, with coats in their hands, laughing and playing in the rain. It's too noisy! It adds a little relaxation to this gloomy and depressing rain balance. In the small garden downstairs, the flowers that have opened are struggling tenaciously in the wind and rain, but they are delicate. The petals can't stand the strong blow and fall, which is terrible. But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken? However, the grass that can be seen everywhere still stands stubbornly in the rain, letting the rain hit the body and letting the rotten flowers fall on the body, still saying nothing, but its tenacious posture shows its attitude. I couldn't bear to go downstairs with an umbrella and stand by the flowers to give her a stable day. The leaves of the flower no longer tremble, as if knowing that someone has given her a day, and it has been safe for a day.

Suddenly, I felt silence around me, and I looked up. I don't know when the rain has stopped, the dark clouds in the sky have dispersed, and the wanton vitality is full of the world. In the street, the children are still playing, and the puddles on the ground are splashed and shine brightly in the weak sunlight. The children are happier, so more water mirrors are broken, which is very beautiful. I stood there, my umbrella still beating, surrounded by a broken flower, with water droplets rolling on the leaves, and my eyes reflected the flowers, grass and water droplets that kept turning.

The sun came out.

Random thoughts in the rain 3 Today, I was wandering in the street. Unexpectedly, God suddenly got angry and solved it. A short-term thunderstorm poured down and swept in. I was busy hiding under the eaves of a shop, looking for a free place to hide. The rain was really enjoyable, like countless water pipes slapping the earth, and the water immediately accumulated one after another, and it was too late to drain it. The pedestrians were scattered, and the noise that was still very lively just now was immediately taken away by the overbearing wind and rain. Now it is the only one between heaven and earth, and the sound of everything is covered by it. Looking at the heavy rain, there was also a heavy rain in my heart, and the drought was lifted immediately. As the son of a farmer, I have never dared to forget my roots and always cared about farming. Every day, I spend some time walking in the fields. Seeing the land and crops, I feel particularly cordial. It was as if I had returned to my own land and saw my father working hard in the field. Many past events that have drifted away fly back like butterflies, lingering in my memory, becoming clearer, more lovely, more charming and more unforgettable. It rained just in time! Because my dear land has not been visited by the Dragon King for a week or so. The rain is getting louder and louder, the wind changes direction, and the rain also falls, spilling its love to the other side. Rain, how considerate! How selfless!

Unconsciously, the rain has subsided. Although the figure of rain is very thin, its strength has not weakened, and it still impacts the earth and showers. The dense drizzle weaves between heaven and earth like countless spinning threads, and pedestrians in the wind and rain add all kinds of lovely colors to it. The beautiful woman under the umbrella half covers her face, giving people a special sense of beauty. After the rain, everything on the earth looks green. After the baptism of rain, the beauty's face has been to China, which is a little more pure and looks very watery. I like this time, enjoying the beautiful scenery quietly by myself under the umbrella. They took off their previous masks, and their makeup was completely washed away by the rain of nature, leaving no trace. Their hair is more or less wet, and the small drops of water on their hair shine like crystal clear pearls, which makes people shine at the moment. A woman who returns to natural beauty, elegant, delicate and pure, shows people her true colors. This is actually beautiful! And more beautiful than a woman with makeup! Although beauty is very common now, cosmetics are also very popular, but walking in the street gives people the first feeling that beautiful women are like clouds, which is very eye-catching. Beauty, for many people to regain self-confidence, but also for many people to create opportunities and bring happiness, but I still like real women who don't touch lead. Maybe this is a hobby of mine! Although women with makeup look more beautiful, I always feel a little unreal, while women without makeup look less conspicuous, even worse than those with makeup, but I see a pure beauty from their truth. Their fragrance is fresher, more attractive and more intoxicating than strong perfume.

In reality, many people always put on all kinds of makeup and pay great attention to their image until they finally forget their true colors and books. Sometimes what you deliberately hide, once washed away, will be even more annoying, surprising and scary. For the sake of self-interest, harming the collective interests and the national interests, I also want to stick the most honest and capable face on my face, the most blood-free lipstick on my lips, the purest indigo on my eyebrows, and the most diligent and responsible facial cleanser on my face. The result is often counterproductive and futile. Everyone's eyes are sharp, and they can be cheated for a while, but not for a lifetime. Who looks "good-looking" can not be changed by "makeup".

Thanks to the rain, it drove away the summer heat, washed away the makeup on everyone's face, and gave everyone a chance to see their true colors and the true colors of others-the side you can't usually see. I hope this kind of "rain" often rains, because in this kind of rain, hypocrisy has a holiday and truth, goodness and beauty have come. Rain, you showed me what is true, what is beautiful, what is beautiful, and what is not true beauty.