Please judge Zhang Wang Jiayi and Tao Jiyang: "Moisture Like Drizzle"

Moisture like drizzle

Zhang Wang Jiayi

It is the rainy season again.

I have always had an inexplicable affection for rain. I like rain, but I don't like summer thunderstorms. What I love is the lingering drizzle in spring and autumn, which is gentle and desolate, making people sentimental and worried. But I love this drizzle, more because of you, because we started with spring water and ended with the company of autumn rain.

I met you in the spring a few years ago. In the continuous rain, you walked through the rain and fog, and with the help of adults, you staggered towards me. You, the little one, seem so helpless in that overly huge world. But even though you are small, you don't seem to be afraid, you just face it calmly and calmly.

Later, you moved in next door to me. Perhaps it was because we were the same age, but with the tacit approval of our parents, we quickly became friends. You are really a weak woman, extremely weak, just like Sister Lin. Her pale face rarely turns rosy, as fragile as a porcelain doll. I heard from my parents that you seem to be suffering from some disease. At that time, my concept of disease was still very vague. In my impression, disease was a naughty thing that could be driven away by taking a bitter pill and sleeping. In those days, I would run to your house every day and ask you innocently when you would be better.

You said, soon.

Then you have to hurry up, I'll wait for you to hide and seek.

Hmm. That afternoon, you smiled. Outside the window was a steady drizzle, and a wild flower shaking its head in the drizzle.

In late autumn, I broke my hand because of my playfulness. I wanted to go back and complain to you, but when you got home, I got the news that you were about to move out.

At that moment, my consciousness seemed to collapse. I rushed out of the house regardless, and happened to see you staggering in with the support of your parents.

Remember to wait for me to hide and seek when I come back! You smiled, just like that afternoon, the wind was light and the clouds were calm.

You are gone. In that drizzle, I never came back.

Later on, my parents occasionally mentioned you. They always sigh and then say nothing more. Later, I learned that you had cancer. Everyone talks about cancer, but I just believe that you will recover, just like you once taught me, stay strong.

Then, in another drizzle, came lightly.

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The hand that moistens the time like a drizzle , gently mark the annual rings, and look at the bright moon in the dripping fragrance of ink. There is a hint of coldness on the cheek, is it rain? Is it tears?

? This is the second day of travel.

? Because it rained, there were very few tourists, only us. Nature is restored to nature. The lake nearby, the islands and mountains in the distance are all as quiet as virgins.

? The misty rain is hazy, and people walking into it feel like entering a fairyland. What is fluttering is the gauze-like rain, which lingers on people's hair, eyebrows, and hearts. My soul seemed to be nourished by the drizzle, and the cracked land slowly healed.

? You held an umbrella, walked up to me, and asked curiously: "Hey, are you reading this book too?"

? I turned around----You are The most "serious" one among the crowd, wearing black short-sleeves, white shorts, flip-flops, waist-length hair tied into a ponytail, and oh, there was also a book like the one in my hand.

? After confirming that I also like reading, your "indiscriminate bombardment" left me "completely bruised". Except when I went out, the rest of the time - on the road, in queues, and in hotels, I was buried in books. Unable to extricate himself from the pile. In the next three days, you recommended so many books to me that a piece of paper was filled up, including several "big ones". I flip through it casually every time, and I talk about it in a casual chat with you, but in fact all the words are just like feathers brushing over my heart, never imprinted on my heart.

? After leaving Hangzhou, we stopped seeing each other.

About a few weeks ago, my mother found this piece of paper while cleaning, and searched online one by one. She found that they were all good and award-winning books, so she bought 4 books for me first. After "gnawing" through these four books, I shouted that they were "not enough" and asked my mother to buy me a few more books. It suddenly occurred to me that these are all books in which I have expressed my opinions to you.

? Tears fell quietly.

? In a book I read by chance, it said: "Looking far into the distance, there is mist and rain in the sky, undulating peaks, and mountains surrounding a lake. At this time, the lake is a place where thousands of people love you." I am all over the body. Without even realizing it, I have reached the place where the mountains and rivers are full of brows and eyes.”

? You are there where the mountains and rivers are full of water, nourishing my heart like a gentle rain.

? I bowed my head and shed tears, condensing ink into sections, forgetting the sun and the moon, thinking about Yi in my heart, thinking about Yi's moistening like drizzle.