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Idioms are:

Good weather, five winds and ten rains, continuous rain: describe the timely wind and rain, harmonious climate, and the will of the people; Breeze and drizzle, breeze and sweet rain, oblique breeze and drizzle, and drizzle: it refers to the breeze and drizzle in spring, and it also refers to being gentle but not rude to others; After the spring rain, bamboo shoots grow more and faster, indicating that new things appear in large numbers and flourish; Clear up after the rain: it means that the rain has cleared up and the sky is clear, which means that the situation has changed from bad to better; Ups and downs: generally refers to wind and rain, but also refers to encountering many obstacles or discussions; Wind and rain: refers to wind and rain together, but also refers to several disasters together; Storm, storm, gale, rainstorm, earthquake, storm: describe storm, gale, rainstorm, and compare it with violent momentum; Torrential rain, torrential rain, the milky way pouring down: describe the rainstorm; Storm, rain, storm, storm: describe the storm, the dark sky, and compare the turbulent situation and the darkness of society; Wind and rain in all directions: refers to the wind and rain that suddenly blows in all directions, which is a metaphor for the changing situation and violent turmoil; Calling for wind and rain: originally referring to the magical power of Shinto calling for wind and rain, it is now more metaphorical to dominate the great power of nature and also to describe the madness of evil forces; Bitter wind and biting rain: refers to cold wind and disastrous rain, describes bad weather, and often refers to a tragic situation; Wind and rain erosion: refers to the damage of objects due to wind and rain erosion; Rain-soaked meals, hurricane-soaked showers, rainy days: describe running around and going through hardships; Drought without rain: it means that the weather is dry and it doesn't rain for a long time; Clouds don't rain: It is said that it is cloudy and it doesn't rain. Germany failed to come down. Now the metaphor event is mature, but it has not yet broken out;

Help each other in the same boat: it refers to crossing the river in the same boat, and it is a metaphor for overcoming difficulties;

Rain or shine: it means that the wind and rain can't stop it, and it will go on as usual no matter what the weather is;

Wind, frost, rain and snow: metaphor has experienced all kinds of difficulties and hardships; Wind and rain refers to taking a two-way road in the wind and rain;

Sweat into rain: the sweat spilled by words can turn into rain, describing many people;

Tears like rain, drops like rain, tears like spring: tears like rain, describe grief.

Third, the poet painted rain: exchange poems about rain.

Rain is a natural phenomenon and a natural landscape. When it rains every day, many people, especially literati, tend to see the rain as a natural landscape. Drizzle, downpour, rainstorm and gathering rain ... all kinds of rain conditions, wind and rain sounds, the momentum and melody of lightning and thunder when it rains. It makes it easy for literati to feel the touch of emotions and the surge of literary thoughts. The so-called "clouds are dark and should rain to urge poetry" (Tang? 6? 1 Du Fu's "Taking prostitutes to enjoy the cool night and welcome the rain" is true, so the ancients often gave poems observation and feelings about the rain. Throughout the literati paintings of the Chinese nation, there are many poems and famous sentences about rain.

Write a poem about rain

Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night": "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, Jinguancheng is heavy. " Spring is the season when everything germinates and grows, and it is also the season when rain is badly needed. But spring rain is as expensive as oil and it rains in spring. Isn't it "good rain" ! A word "good" fully shows the author's happy mood when he sees the spring floating down. Three or four sentences spring rain comes with the breeze at night, quietly moistening everything, writing the role of spring rain, with delicate pen and ink. In the last two sentences, I saw the flowers in Chengdu, and the early morning Jincheng was ruddy under the nourishment of the spring rain. Flowers are heavy because they are full of rain, and the feelings I write are also very profound. There is no word "hi" in the whole poem, but the joy is beyond words.

Han Yu's "Early Spring Rain": "The rain in Tianjie is crisp and the grass is far and near. The most important benefit is the spring of the year, which is better than the willow. " The poet praises Xiaoyu with full passion, sees the big from the small, and combines reason and emotion in the landscape. Comparing "Xiaoyu" to the first mature crisp wine, it tastes sweet, smooth and moist, even the grass is stained with rain and dew. The grass in the drizzle is slightly green, but it is green in the distance. In the end, it boils down to "the benefits of a spring", which can't even compare with the scenery of the Forbidden City. The scenery in early spring is described delicately and vividly.

Once upon a time, on the road, it rained heavily for three days on the night of July 25, and Qiu Miao took Sue and said happily, "The sun turned into rain overnight, and I dreamed of cooling my clothes. Don't worry about the bed leaking wet, like the depth of the stream. Thousands of miles of rice flowers should be beautiful, and the leaves of Wu Gengtong are the best sounds. There is no venue like dancing, let alone looking forward to the New Year in the venue. " After a long drought, I was ecstatic, even my clothes and bed were wet, expressing the poet's love for rain and concern for people's livelihood.

Su Shi's "Rainstorm in Youmeitang": "When the tourists thundered, the clouds could not turn. In the distant horizon, the wind moves with the clouds, and the sea stands like a mountain. A rainstorm, which crossed the Qiantang River from eastern Zhejiang, hit Hangzhou. It's very golden and convex, and a thousand sticks knock on the cause and effect drum. Arouse the fairy spring to sprinkle the face, and pour the sorrow room to sprinkle Qiong Gui. "The whole poem vividly describes the scene before and after the storm: thunder roared, dark clouds were gathering, black wind fell from the sky, and the sea stood up for it, showing its fierceness; The storm fluttered with the wind and crossed the river from eastern Zhejiang, showing its swiftness. The lake and the sea are rising, the thunder is sonorous, and the poet's talent is also urged by the storm.

Qin Guan's "Spring Day": "The light thunder fell all over the night, and the tiles were uneven. Affectionate peony contains spring tears and is unable to lie on the branches of roses. " Write a light thunder, spring rain falls. After the rain, in Chuqing, the sun seemed to float between the blue tiles that had just been washed by the rain. After the spring rain, peony is tearful and affectionate; Rose is lying on her back, which is very charming. Although he mainly wrote about the scenery after the rain, he revealed his praise for the moisturizing power of the spring rain.

In addition to poems dedicated to rain, there are also many sentences describing rain and scenery in rain in other poems of the ancients:

"Clouds are like smoke and rain is like scattered silk." (gold? 6? 1 Zhang Xie's "Ten Miscellaneous Poems") describes the rain as dense as a loose silk thread.

"The residual rainbow collects rain, and there is no new flow on the shore." ("Southern Dynasties Chen? 6? 1 Zhang wrote in "boating on the back lake" that the showers in early summer stopped, a broken rainbow appeared on the horizon, and the rising lake flowed out of the gap, forming a new flow.

"The clothes are wet and the peach blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold." (Tang? 6? 1 Zhinan monk "Jueju") The drizzle in the apricot blossom season will deeply wet the clothes; The breeze blowing willow branches makes people feel warm and sweet, and the poet makes people feel Zen.

"See you in Xiaoyutang, and you will understand better" (Tang? 6? 1 Dumei's Qiu Si) The light rain flutters, and the pond in the rain is full of artistic conception; The good wind blows and the sleeves are warm.

"The rain is steep and the clouds are low." (Tang? 6? 1 Dai Shulun's "Sulingyan Temple" describes the mountain scenery that the poet saw on the mountain road of Lingyan Temple (located at the northern foot of Yangshan Mountain in fangshan county, a suburb of Jinan) in the rain.

"Rain and wet clothes are invisible, and idle flowers fall to the ground to listen to silence." (Tang? 6? 1 Liu Changqing's "Don't Say a Poetry Garden") drizzle wet clothes, not showing its shape; Idle flowers fall to the ground, but their voices are not seen, which can be described in detail.

"Fish comes out in the drizzle, and Yan is inclined in the breeze." (Tang? 6? 1 Du Fu's "Two Water Sills") Only "Mao Mao Rain", the fish floats up, and it will not come out in heavy rain; Only the "breeze" makes the swallow oblique. If the wind is also down, it won't fly. Observing the scenery in the breeze and drizzle is full of interest.

"The rain in thousands of feet shakes the bottom of the river, and the bamboo in the court shakes a window in autumn." (Tang? 6? 1 Du Xunhe's summer theme: Zhang Ting compares the sound of falling rain with the sound of shaking, making the scenery interesting.

"After the rain, the willow branches are heavy and loose with deep smoke." (Tang? 6? 1 Zhang called "County Nanting Banquet") Willow branches are rainy, branches and leaves are fattened, and in the misty rain, the pine color is deep.

"Spring tides bring rain late, and there is no boat to cross the wild." (Tang? 6? 1 Wei's "Xixi on Chuzhou") The spring tide is surging, the rain suddenly rises at dusk, the pedestrians disappear, and the boat crosses the river, showing the beauty of the wild crossing.

"It rains at home in Huangmei season, and the grass pond is full of flowers." (Song? 6? 1 Zhao Shixiu's You Yue depicts the idyllic scenery of Huangmei in the south of the Yangtze River where it rains and frogs are everywhere.

"Outside the forest in the spring rain, the apricot blossoms are numerous on the first day of the house." (Song? 6? 1 Ouyang Xiu's Tian Jia) Pigeons in the distance are pleasant to the ear, and apricot flowers in the vicinity reflect the sun, which shows the beautiful spring scenery of farmers in Jiangnan after the rain.

"The earth is frequently urged by rain, and thousands of flowers are in bloom." (Song? 6? 1 Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany" Spring and spring rains moisten the earth, plants sprout and flowers bloom, weaving into a vibrant spring scene.

"Dark clouds turn over ink and don't cover mountains, while white rain jumps over boats" (Song? 6? 1 Su Shi wrote in "Five Exquisites of Drunk Books in Wanghulou on June 27th" that dark clouds rolled like ink, and before summer shower clouds could cover the mountains, pearl raindrops also hit the cabin.

"The wind is like a mountain, and the rain is like a river." (Song? 6? 1 Lu You's Work in the Storm) wrote the trend of storms.

"It's thundering, and rain is coming." (Ming? 6? 1 Li Panlong's "Yangguangshan Road") Thunder roared, such as Wanfeng collapsed; The rain is pouring down and the smoke clouds are rolling, like thousands of peaks coming head-on, writing the momentum of thunderstorms.

"A wild goose falls into the sky, and the mountain floats with rain." (Qing? 6? 1 Cha's "Deng Bao Wu Lou") wrote in the sentence, shanghai dawn, geese flew to shelter from the rain; The next sentence said that the rainstorm came quickly and the mountains seemed to float in the rain.

In addition, there are many poems that are lyrical because of rain. Such as: "the wind and rain are like dark, and the chickens are like crowing." ("Poetry? 6? 1 Zheng Feng? 6? 1 Storm) was originally written about stormy weather, dark sky and crowing of chickens, but now it is used to refer to dark politics and people's longing for social clarity.

"Autumn wind rises, thousands of villages are in the rain." (Tang? 6? 1 TanYongzhi's "Autumn Rain Stay in Xiangjiang River") The Xiangjiang River is long, and the autumn wind blows, and the lotus flowers compete for each other and the scenery is quite good; And thousands of families, wild vines full of walls, shrouded in heavy yellow rain, a bleak. The two sentences are relative, and the beautiful scenery is more suitable for the hardships and haggard of the people.

"You ask the return date is not fixed, and it rains late in autumn pond. When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, it talks about the rain at night. " (Tang? 6? 1 "A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night" Li Shangyin) The poet looked at the continuous autumn rain outside the window and couldn't help flying. He imagined cutting candles under the west window with his wife after returning home and telling his homesickness in the drizzle at dusk.

"The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and the life experience is raining." (Southern Song Dynasty? 6? 1 Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Dingyang) Yuan soldiers invaded the Song Dynasty, and the country was in trouble. Mountains and rivers are broken like catkins, and personal life is like duckweed, which is in danger of sinking at any time.

"Haitang does not hesitate to rouge, and it is independent." (Song? 6? 1 Chen's "Cold Spring") expresses the author's uncompromising spirit with violent forces through the independent sea flowers in the drizzle.

"The clouds began to sink, and rain was coming." (Tang? 6? 1 Xu Hun's "East Building of Xianyang City") truly wrote the scene of the frenzied tower wind before the arrival of Shan Yu, and later referred to the tense atmosphere before the big event was about to happen.

"The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers." (Song? 6? 1 Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an) Living in a small building on a spring night, listening to the sound of wind and rain all night, I can't help but feel cheerful when I think of the sound of apricot flowers in full bloom and selling tomorrow morning.

"The spring rain broke the bridge, and the boat propped up Liu Yin." (Song? 6? 1 Xu Fu's "Spring Tour of the Lake") What a disappointment when the bridge was blocked in the middle of the spring rain; Suddenly, the boat came from under Liu Yin, which was a surprise! There is no emotion, but it is skillfully expressed in the tortuous details.

"Guo Jing has changed for many years, and suddenly he listened to the spring rain and recalled Jiangnan." (yuan? 6? 1 Yu Ji's "Listening to the Rain") The poet has lived in Beijing for many years, and he no longer has a strong yearning for his hometown like those years, but his homesickness has been smoldering in his heart. Intermittent spring rains can not help but evoke the author's nostalgia for spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

Beautiful sentences and paragraphs of rain

Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be annoyed, you see, it is like cow hair, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven into a diagonal, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people are walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing hemp fiber and hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain. -Zhu Ziqing's Spring 2.

Follow me to the land of Pu Tian, and it will be as moist as ointment.

When you go to the pasture, you should shoot the new seedlings of honeysuckle.

Say hello to the fish jumping around the pond.

Listen to the new laundry ballad of practicing water.

Rain said: I am coming, and I am far away.

There are towering peaks and white clouds all over the sky.

I used to be a child, and I loved to play as much as you.

However, I am lucky.

I grew up smiling in the white clouds.

The first thing, I want to teach you to laugh bravely.

Didn't you see that wicker bent over when he saw me laughing?

The stone lion laughed and cried when he saw me.

When the swallow saw me, he smiled and cocked his wings.

The second thing, I still want to teach you to laugh bravely.

When I saw the flag, it laughed.

As long as the national flag smiles, the sound of spring will be heard.

As long as you laugh, there is hope for the earth.

-Zheng Chouyu's "rain theory"

Before the clouds covered the sky, the ground was already dark, and an unusually bright and hot sunny afternoon suddenly turned into night. The wind with the rain star, like looking for something on the ground, bumped from east to west. A red flash in the distance to the north, like a dark cloud, reveals a lot of blood. The wind has stopped, but it is very strong and makes people tremble. A gust of such wind has passed, and everything seems to be somehow. Even the willows are waiting for something suspiciously. There was another flash, just overhead, followed by bright white raindrops, which were extremely hard, smashed up a lot of dust and slightly rained on the soil. Several heavy rains hit Xiangzi's back and he shivered twice. The rain stopped and the sky was overcast. Another gust of wind, bigger than before, willow branches flying, dust flying, rain pouring down; Wind, soil, rain, mixed in one place, United into one piece, horizontal and vertical are gray and cold, everything is wrapped inside, can not tell which is the tree, which is the ground, which is the cloud; All directions are chaotic, noisy and chaotic. The wind has passed, leaving only the straight rain channel, which is tearing the sky and the earth. I can't see the lines clearly, just one by one. Numerous arrows are shot on the ground, and thousands of waterfalls fall on the house. In a few minutes, heaven and earth are inseparable, the river in the air is falling, and the river on the ground is crossing, turning into a dark yellow, sometimes white and bright water world. -Lao She's "Under the scorching sun and heavy rain" V. Taste ancient poems in the rain

1. The spring rain broke the bridge and the boat propped up Liu Yin. Song? 6? 1 Xu Fu's spring outing to the lake

2. Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and there is no boat crossing in the wild. -Don? 6? 1 Wei's "Looking at the Xixi River on Chuzhou" 3. Dark clouds turn over ink and don't cover mountains, while white rain jumps over boats. ——/kloc-On October 27th, the stone "Drunk Book at Wanghu Building".

Reading ancient poems in rainy days is the best time to read ancient poems in rainy days. When half an acre of square pond is opened and curtains made of rain are closed, it will be filled with a classical atmosphere. There is no need for the leisure of the green bench, and the hustle and bustle of birds and flowers are declined. Only the drizzle moistens the thirsty heart. Stay away from the noise of the world, get rid of the word "tired", get into your own three pools and reflect the moon alone, and let your tired eyes rest between the lines of ancient poetry. So there are acacia tears, dribs and drabs, wet plantains; Homesickness, foggy, caged in buildings; There is a feeling of silk and bamboo, dripping ideas and sprinkling them on the postal route; So there are guest houses, willow colors, streams and frogs; There are apricot blossom village, wine flag and breeze, evening rain and west window candle; There are water towns, mountains, mountains, heavenly streets, emperors, wild paths, dark clouds, river boats and open flames; There is a shepherd boy's piccolo, a fisherman's bamboo hat, in front of which is the green hill and the balcony of the Southern Dynasties; In spring, there are peony with tears, roses with branches lying in the morning, carp on the beach at night and boats with weeping willows; So the old Du Yechun sang, and the young Du Qingming asked the way; Lu Fangweng lies listening to midnight, and monk Zhang Zhinan crosses Qiaodong; Easy-to-live laymen sigh blue, fat, red and thin, and the owner of Chengzhai rewards lotus hearts with pearls; Zhang doesn't have to go boating and fishing, and Su Dongpo compiles the West Lake; So there are always too many people, so they lead the way with a list of talents. They are like swallows in a wet atmosphere. ...

Oh, reading ancient poems on rainy days is refreshing and puzzling; Read easily and read heavily; Read happily and read sadly. Reading ancient poems on rainy days, I read myself as a poem in the rain, flowing in the countryside where the grass is far away and there is no color. ...

Six, stop to watch the rain

Looking at the storm from a tall building/It's sultry in Wu Danni, which is annoying. Walking on the balcony, I still can't breathe. In an instant, the white world outside suddenly darkened, and the darkness pressed sharply to the earth. The wind is blowing, and the wind is bumping from east to west with raindrops. At this time, I saw the birds flapping their wings and flying wildly in the tree, and the pedestrians downstairs looked for their way home like avoiding the plague. It's too late to say, when the people in the tall building haven't fully reacted, raindrops fall from the sky like a million troops, and torrential rain is overwhelming! Rain is like a crazy beast, making a huge roar and giving vent to despair! The warm wind that I usually feel upstairs suddenly changed my face and roared. As the rainstorm swept across the earth, the wires kept swinging, the trees danced like possessed, the leaves were blown to the back, the treetops closest to the building repeatedly brushed the walls, and the roots seemed to be struggling to get rid of the ground ... The rain was still falling. At first glance, the earth was not clear. Many high-rise buildings only see the outline of adjacent buildings, leaving only water towers. Suddenly, the chaotic and dark sky cracked, revealing several groups of irregular lines, which flashed extremely strong light, accompanied by deafening roar, cheering for the storm. Wind and rain, lightning and thunder, make the earth shake and shake! Ten minutes later, the thunder and lightning stopped, the wind subsided a little, and the vision became clear again. The "arrow of the sky" still keeps shooting at the roof, and each tile forms a continuous "waterfall" and rushes to the ground, meeting the water wall rushed out of the drainage pipe of the high-rise building and the water flowing under the big tree ... so many large and small "rivers" roared forward and rushed to the flat and wide roads and rivers. For a period of time, the drainage was not as good as that, forming a large or small "Pinghu", which was quite enlightening. The wind slowly stopped, the rain slowly stopped, and the tree still stood; The building has been "swept", steamed by water vapor, and the roof of the low house has been washed by rain, which looks fresh. Up close, they are a whole new world!

Prose appreciation

Casual thoughts of rain in Wang Guozhen sometimes, it is sunny outside; Sometimes, it is sunny outside, but it is raining. There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison. The heart is clear, and the rain is clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain.

However, no matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains. Rain has a magic power: it can diffuse into a mood, penetrate into an atmosphere and engrave a memory. Of course, sometimes it can be a disaster. Sandstorms in spring, boredom in summer and dryness in autumn all make people pray for rain. A rain can also make the air fresher and the streets brighter. "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", and farmers' desire for rain is not alone.

When it rains, there is neither sun nor moon, but people don't think so. Maybe the rainy season is not cold, so let the sun cool for a while. Rainy nights have a charm that moonlit nights don't have. Sometimes I can't help but think of Li Shangyin's famous sentence "When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, we talk about the rain at night".

Walking in the light rain is more pleasant. Listening to the rustling sound when the rain gently hits the broad leaves of Populus davidiana or Platanus acerifolia, the beauty that moistens my heart, even Richard? 6? 1 clayderman's elegant melody of Whispering in Autumn under the piano is also incomparable. Nature's uncanny workmanship is really unparalleled.

A couple walking in an alley, the scene is very ordinary. But on rainy days, holding a light blue umbrella in your hand and wearing a beige trench coat, the effect is completely different. At first glance, Youth in the Rain is an enduring picture.

In the north, there are not many rainy days 365 days a year. So if there is poetic rain or poetic rain every day, I feel curious.

Seven: express my feelings

Listen to the cold rain

Yu Guangzhong

After the shock, the cold in spring intensified. First the material is steep, then the rainy season begins, sometimes it is dripping, and sometimes the sky is wet. Even in the dream, it seems to be holding an umbrella. With an umbrella, you can avoid a cold rain and the whole rainy season. Even my thoughts are wet. Going home every day, it is a dream to walk into the rain and wind from Jinmen Street to Xiamen Street. It's sad to think of Taipei like this. This is a completely black-and-white movie. I think the whole history of China and China is nothing more than a black-and-white movie. It rained like this from beginning to end. I wonder if this feeling comes from antonioni. But that land is strange. Twenty-five years, a quarter of a century, even if it rains, Qian Shan is full of water and umbrellas. For twenty-five years, everything has been broken, only the climate and only the weather forecast are still involved. A huge cold current rolled in from that land, and this coolness was shared with the ancient continent. You can't jump into her arms and be swept by her skirt, which is also a comfort to the child.

When I think so, I feel a little warm in the cold. In this way, he hopes that these narrow alleys will extend forever, and his thinking can also be extended, not from Jinmen Street to Xiamen Street, but from Jinmen to Xiamen. He is from Xiamen, at least in a broad sense. For twenty years, he has been living in Xiamen Street instead of Xiamen, which is a mockery and a comfort. But in a broad sense, he is also a Jiangnan native, a Changzhou native, a Nanjing native, a Chuanwaer, and a teenager in a broad sense. The apricot blossom and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River was his boyhood. It will be clear in half a month. Antonioni's lens tossed and turned, tossed and turned. Residual water is like. Heaven and earth are like. There are thousands of people from north to south. Is there porcelain in it? And, of course, China, which will always be China. It's just that the apricot blossom and spring rain are gone, the shepherd boy no longer gives directions, the sword gate is drizzling, and the dust in Weicheng is gone. However, where is the land he dreams of day and night?

Is it in the front page title of the newspaper? Or is it a rumor in Hong Kong? Or Fu Cong's black keys white key Ma Sicong's jump bow plucking strings? Or is it the hope of antonioni's mirror-ending horse week? Or, in the walls and glass cabinets of the Palace Museum, in the rhyme of Taibai Dongpo in the sound of gongs and drums in Beijing Opera?

Apricot flowers. Spring rain in Jiangnan. Liuge, maybe that piece of soil is in it. Whether it is Chixian, Shenzhou or China, it is changing. As long as Cang Xie's inspiration persists and his beautiful China is not old, his image and magnetic centripetal force will inevitably grow. Because a square character is a world. At the beginning, there were words, so they pinned the hearts of the Han people and the memories and hopes of their ancestors. For example, write a word "rain" out of thin air, dribs and drabs, torrential rain, intermittent rain, all love and rain, and that's it. What can satisfy this aesthetic feeling visually? Jin Mu, like fire and water, has become the world by itself. When you enter the "Rain" Department, the ancient China is ever-changing, and you will notice that beautiful frost, snow, clouds and terrible thunder and hail only show God's good temper and bad temper, and the Meteorological Observatory takes pains to read an encyclopedia that laymen can't understand.

Listen, the cold rain. Look at that cold rain. Smell it, cold rain, lick it, cold rain. The rain fell on his umbrella, on the umbrellas, raincoats, houses and antennas of millions of people in this city. It's raining in Keelung Port, on the breakwater, on the boat in the channel, and it's raining this season. Rain is a woman and should be the most emotional. The rain and dew are ethereal and psychedelic, smelling carefully, refreshing, with a little mint fragrance. When it is thick, it gives off a faint earthy smell unique to grass trees after soaking their hair. Maybe it's actually the smell of earthworm and snail. After all, this is a shock. Maybe it's life on the ground and underground, maybe it's the silly crawling of China's ancient memories, maybe it's the subconscious and dreams of plants, and that smell is fishy.

I went to America for the third time and lived in the high Denver Mountain for two years. The western United States is mountainous and desert, and it is dry for thousands of miles. The sky is as blue as Anglo-Saxon eyes; The ground is as red as Indian skin; Cloud is a rare Bai Niao. There are few clouds on the dazzling snow peaks in the Rocky Mountains. One is high, the other is dry, and the third is above the forest line, and fir and cypress also stop. "Clouds Wangfu interest? Free and easy in my chest "or" Yellow Rain in Shang Lue "in China's poems is an ugly landscape in the Rocky Mountains. The victory of the Rocky Mountains lies in stones and snow. Those jagged rocks overlap and depend on each other, creating a thrilling sculpture exhibition for the sun and wind thousands of miles away. White and illusory snow, cold and clear, endless momentum makes people feel hard to breathe, cold and sour. However, to appreciate the realm of "clouds, when I look back, just behind me, fog, when I entered them, it was gone", you still have to go back to China. The humidity in Taiwan Province Province is very high, which can best accommodate the misty and rainy mood. I stayed at the head of the stream for two nights. The trees were fragrant and the cold hit my elbow at night. I slept like a fairy, resting on overlapping mountain shadows and all the sounds. It rained all night in the mountains and woke up the next morning. In the primitive silence where the rising sun did not rise, I ventured into the secret of the forest, walked all the way up the mountain through the broken branches on the ground and the trickling rain, facing the cold all night. The mountain at the head of the stream is dense with trees and dense fog. The lush water vapor rises from the bottom of the Ran Ran, sometimes thick and sometimes light, and the transpiration changes. It is almost impossible to see the hidden peaks and valleys just from the open space where the fog breaks through the clouds. I have entered the mountain at least twice, and I can only play hide-and-seek with the peaks in Xitou. Back in Taipei, the world asked me, except for smiling and pretending to be mysterious, the actual impression is nothing more than mountains in nothingness. The scenery of China, surrounded by clouds and hidden mountains and water, gives people the charm of Song painting. The world may be Zhao's, but the landscape is rice. But, after all, whether the Mi's father and son painted landscapes like China or China in Song Dynasty. I'm afraid no one can say clearly.

The rain is not only audible, quite heavy, but also audible. Listen to the cold rain. Listening to the rain, as long as it is not a rock-breaking typhoon and rainstorm, will always be an aesthetic feeling of hearing. Autumn in the mainland, whether it is raindrops, phoenix trees or showers hitting lotus leaves, always sounds a little bleak, sad and sad. In today's island aftertaste, in addition to sadness, but also a layer of sadness on the cage. I'll spare you a lot of pride and chivalry, but I'm afraid I can't stand repeated blows and blows. A dozen teenagers are dizzy from listening to the rain. Two dozen middle-aged people listened to the rain, and in the boat, the river was wide and the clouds were low. More than 30 bald heads are listening to the rain under the monk's house. This is the pain of the death of the Song Dynasty, the life of a sensitive soul, strung together with cold rain beads upstairs, by the river and in the temple. Ten years ago, he lost himself in a heartbreaking ghost rain Rain, a drop of wet soul, is calling outside the window.

Rain hits trees and tiles, and the rhythm is crisp and audible. Especially the clang on the roof tiles, belongs to China's ancient music. Wang Yu □ In Huanggang, a big bamboo broken like a rafter is a roof tile. It is said that living in a bamboo building, the sound of rain is like a waterfall, and the sound of dense snow is louder than broken jade. Moreover, the effect of * * * is particularly good, regardless of drum, poetry, chess and pot. Isn't it like living in a bamboo tube? I'm afraid any fragile sound will be doubled and exaggerated, but it will make the ears allergic.

Rainy roof tiles, with wet ribbons, are gray and gentle, with dim sunshine and dim backlight, which is a low-level comfort to vision. As for the rain hitting thousands of scaly tiles, from far and near, it is gentle and heavy, with a trickle flowing down the tile trough and eaves. All kinds of tapping and sliding sounds are closely woven into a net, and whose fingers are massaging the helix. "It's raining." The gentle gray beauty came, and her cold hands fiddled with countless black keys and gray keys on the roof, turning noon into dusk.

On the ancient continent, thousands of families are like this. More than 20 years ago, when I first came to this island, so did the Japanese-style tile houses. First, it was dark, the city was shrouded in huge frosted glass, and the shadows were elongated and deepened indoors. Then the cool water filled the space, and the wind whirled from every corner, feeling that every roof was covered with heavy breathing. Rain is coming, the lightest percussion is beating on the city, and the vast roofs are knocking from far and near. Guqin, with its fine and dense rhythm, has its own softness and kindness in monotony, bit by bit, which seems unreal and true. If the child is in the cradle, a familiar nursery rhyme wobbles and the mother sings. Still in Zeguo Water Town in the south of the Yangtze River, a large basket of green mulberry leaves was chewed by hundreds of silkworms, chewing with mouthparts and mouthparts. When the rain comes, Waer says so, Yier says so, and hundreds of millions of Waers say so, flicking and repeating, knocking slowly, knocking in a rainy season, improvising from fright to Qingming, coldly playing elegies on scattered graves, and hundreds of millions of Waers sing.

Listening to the rain in the Japanese-style ancient house, listening to the endless yellow mildew rain in April, day and night, the ten-day month stretches, and the wet moss has invaded his tongue and heart from the bottom of the stone steps. In July, listening to the typhoon and rain beating blindly on the ancient house all night, Chihiro's boiling heat wave was carried by strong winds, overturning the whole Pacific Ocean just to press heavily on his low eaves, and the whole sea spouted over his volute. Otherwise, it is a thunderstorm night, and the veil of white smoke is full of drums. shanghai dawn, the high-powered electric pipa is very uneasy, and the fright of playing roof tiles is full of excitement. Otherwise, it is the oblique northwest rain, which is brushed on the window glass and whipped on the wide banana leaves on the wall. After a spring rain, autumn will fill Japanese courtyards.

Listen to the rain in Japanese-style ancient houses, listen to the drizzling autumn rain in the spring rain, and listen to the cold rain from youth to middle age. Rain is a kind of monotonous music, whether it is indoor music or outdoor music. Indoor listening, outdoor listening, cold, music. Rain is a music of memory. Listening to the cold rain, I recall that it rained all over the south of the Yangtze River. On bridges, boats, in Sichuan, in rice fields and frog ponds, it enriched the sound of wet cuckoos under the Jialing River. The rain licks the cold rain on the lips under the damp music of the tide.

Because rain is the most primitive percussion music, it starts from the other side of memory. Tile is the lowest musical instrument, and the gray gentleness covers the people who listen to the rain. The umbrella of music supports the tiles. But the apartment era is coming soon. Why did you suddenly grow taller in Taipei? Wa's music became a masterpiece. Ten thousand tiles are flying, and beautiful gray butterflies fly away one after another, flying into the memory of history. It's raining now, on the concrete roof and walls, a rainy season without rhythm. Trees are also cut down, laurel