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Peng Yilin's essay After the Rain is recommended to describe the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River. I hope it helps you.

After the rain

Peng Yilin

There are dark clouds before the rain and eyes after the rain.

After the rain, the mountains, trees and light in my eyes are full and thorough.

Like angel's eyes, or my eyes and heart become like angels.

But when I looked up upstairs, the dark clouds in the distance rolled over my head.

It seems that I can touch them as long as I reach out.

Think about the small town in the south. Is it raining at this time? Now trapped in an office building, what I feel most is the cuteness of the town.

Mountains, waters, lakes, waterfalls, bridges and boats are touching everywhere. Even beggars in bridge caves seem to be low-key A Bing.

In the morning, the aunts sang laundry songs by the lake, and at night there were old opera fans in the pavilion.

The past few centuries have been filled with hatred and hostility. I can't tell the tortuous plot, but I can only listen to gongs and drums and erhu. At this time, I am white-haired and in tears.

I stand in a small town, and the town stands in a picture.

It is simple and common.

The fruit it gave me was bitter, like a stepmother, trying to drive me out of the house.

I have said goodbye many times, but wherever I go, life is always a mess. Fate should not be blamed, but the inability to adapt to the environment.

If you still miss the small town in the south, you can only bear it with your thoughts.

The calm of the past has brought today's turmoil, which often brings people not chic, but suffering.

The joy of traveling is always on the road, after departure and before arrival.

Behind the dark clouds, in front of us, it is raining cats and dogs. So, I have been in the rain.

Kerouac said that this is a disease on the road, so there must be a good medicine to cure it in the rain.

It is a habit to get wet in the rain in my memory, and I will go home only when my lips are purple and trembling.

It was sunny before I got home. Find a stone or bench and sit down, bathed in sunshine, slippery like a fish.

Of course, that was a long time ago.

If you don't advance, you will retreat. A lot of things are like this.

Affection is, love is, the distance is far, the emotion will fade, even if the infatuation is deep, there will always be a reincarnation between two people.

Therefore, the last words of predecessors, time and space, are the executioners of love.

In our life, we always pick up some people and throw them away.

Those once warm faces, clear eyes and delicate palms.

One day, everyone quietly hid from this world forest.

In fact, we should be thankful to be alive.

Neither of us is happy-we can get to know each other and meet each other forever, so why should we be a dried-up fish?

Through the memory of water vapor, we are immersed in each other, and finally we forget each other in the rivers and lakes.

Time is short, it will definitely leave some clues to future generations and become the physical evidence of love at that time.

Wooden combs, bracelets or chess pieces engraved with special symbols,

Just when you are old, you sort out the book and find it sleeping quietly at the bottom of the book.

In fact, this is an unavoidable common problem.

Yiren left, and the poem written for her is still there. If there are more poems in the future, they will be destroyed silently.

There are fewer and fewer people who know them. Even in this network age, those words that once piled up like mountains will turn into dust.

It is better to clean up all the words after this rain, but the dark clouds overhead seem to imply that those youthful pains will leave on time in the next heavy rain.