It rains in Xuancheng.

It rained in Xuancheng. Every rain has a different meaning in everyone's mind, so when it rains next time, everyone's thoughts are different from iyou's and they also have different feelings. Let's share the unfinished rain in Xuancheng.

It rains in Xuancheng. 1 original: dolls.

A rainy day

South of the Yangtze river

"My home is under the pavilion", Xuancheng, the best place in Jiangnan. When it comes to Jiangnan, there are pictures in my mind. "Peanut tree warblers fly around", a vibrant Jiangnan; "A river of smoke and water, people on both sides of the strait", Jiangnan in the picture scroll; "Spring water and blue sky, painting a boat and listening to sleep", poetic Jiangnan; "Sanqiu Guizi, Shili Lotus", a thousand times back to the south of the Yangtze River. However, the most fascinating and amazing thing is Xuancheng in the south of the Yangtze River in the misty rain.

"Spring and a half moat are full of flowers, and there are thousands of flowers in misty rain." Xuancheng, which is misty and rainy, is the source of inspiration for poets and has been sung countless times for thousands of years. Xuancheng in misty rain is a little sad, a little sad, a little lovesick, a little lonely, reserved, warm and elegant. The cold rain in the north can't compare with it, nor can the heavy rain in the south. Just like the son of the owner, the increase of one point is too long and the decrease of one point is too short. Therefore, philosophers think that "there are many towers with misty rain", but in the eyes of generals, "rain is like sleepwalking", while those who are worried see "misty rain covers the river village" and those who are happy see "blowing cold willows".

In spring and March, when there is a little rain, poetry will be full, and "the rain in the sky is as crisp as crisp." I am not a scholar, but I also like Xuancheng in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. I cut a pot of tea, turned a few pages lazily, said a few gossips that were neither oily nor salty, and listened to some sad or happy songs, and the day seemed to pass like this. At this time, misty rain is beyond the distant mountains, between the eyebrows and eyes, and in my heart. When the sun is shining, people are wild; When the sky is high and the clouds are light, my thoughts are wandering; When it snows, my mind is dull; Only Xuancheng in the misty rain south of the Yangtze River is psychic, which is quite good.

However, Xuancheng is something special this year. Misty rain drove away the heavy snow and crowded away the beautiful spring scenery. After the solar new year, the rain will not stop. As a result, the diligent housewife spent a sloppy Spring Festival, the hospitable host couldn't bask in salty goods, and the students on holiday became real housekeepers. There are also happy ones, and those endless soap operas have raised the ratings for no reason.

We were all comforting each other. "It rained too much years ago, and it must be sunny after the year." Who knows, it's just wishful thinking. The rain never stopped. It has been raining for a twelfth month, and the first month is almost over. The weather forecast says it may end in mid-March.

"This is too out of the blue!" My heart is a little annoyed. Probably the first time I caught a cold because of rain. "It has been raining lightly in March." At that time, this song was sung all over the country, and it was very tasty. I like to hum songs, and subconsciously think that spring rain is common sense, but it has been raining for a long time and is very annoying. Everything in the world, too much is not enough, not only personnel, even if it rains.

Lover says we also have rainy season, right? In a word, it is exciting. The most spiritual place of Xuancheng in the south of the Yangtze River is that the four seasons are distinct. This is the soul and root of Jiangnan. Unlike the tropical monsoon climate, it is either rainy or dry in a year, and the food is tasteless. I don't know how to spend such a long rainy season.

We don't like the rainy season, but it doesn't necessarily mean that everyone doesn't like it. Tokuji Ishikawa of Japan wrote a novel called Meet in the Rainy Season, which was also put on the screen. The Korean bonzi was remake again, and the movie name is "See You Now".

Fall in love again in the rain

See you now.

Director: Li

I suddenly have an impulse to see it once. Why did they meet in the rainy season? So, on this wet and cold rainy night, I watched the movie carefully. After watching it, I really appreciated the filming level of Koreans. It's really good to turn a movie to such an extent. This film is very touching. Anyway, after reading it several times, I burst into tears and the content was simple.

The man's wife said before she died that she would come back in the next rainy season. Sure enough, when the rainy season came, the man and his six-year-old son really saw his dead wife, but she didn't remember anything. Their family continued to live together. Recalling their previous love story, the man and his dead wife fell in love again. Will the wife disappear completely after the rainy season?

More content is not spoiled. This is an old story, but the story of a small chat can deeply touch people. The story tells us a simple truth-true happiness exists in ordinary and loving days, even in the rainy season that you and I hate.

Yes, let the rain continue. Clothes can be dried when they are wet. When it rains, we can stay at home and do what we like. When we are wet, we can find a story to comfort. When we get wet and go out, we can hold an oil-paper umbrella, take our time and draw our heart. Wet life is a landscape.

Xuancheng in the south of the Yangtze River, the rain is still falling, dripping and wetting your window, your feet and your heart.

Poetry wine took advantage of the years to let him have a rain.

I was in Shanghai on June 5, 20 17. The weather turned cloudy to light rain, and I had mixed feelings. I can't tell the difference between good and bad, and I can't tell the difference between joys and sorrows. I stood by the window alone, quietly waiting for the baptism of rain. It was quiet around, as if only the sound of my heartbeat was left. A distracted person found that the jasmine in the yard had already been scattered all over the floor with the rain.

A person, a book, a cup of tea, a dream. Sometimes, loneliness is so exciting. I don't know how long I haven't had this kind of leisurely time, and I don't know how long I haven't written at my desk; I seem to forget that this is what I said I liked. Perhaps the fast-paced life has already made the mind restless, or perhaps it is just an excuse to be lazy. At this time, it was the rain that brought my heart back to the original point and enjoyed this time quietly.

I'm just one of the ordinary beings who come in and out of fireworks. Seemingly pure and uncontroversial, it is actually what I want and what hinders me. The disturbance in reality makes us forget our original self, and only by keeping our mind at all times can we move forward in gloomy mood. Rainy, like a distant past that has been soaked by rain, has already washed away the lead and is crystal clear.

Don't lose face, just watch bloom fall before the court. I have no intention of staying, floating around with the clouds outside. Sit quietly in front of the window, look out at the people coming and going outside the window, put a slightly tired and vacant heart in a quiet corner, slowly sort out a little impetuous, sit quietly, quietly taste this ever-changing life, taste the bitterness and warmth, so calm. This reminds me of the ethereal Jiangnan, slate, oil-paper umbrella and Lin. It is Bai Lianhua in the dream, so clean, no matter in the world, her heart will always be beautiful and clear. It is such a woman that makes Xu Zhimo miss his life, makes Liang Sicheng love his life, makes Jin silently remember his life, and makes all kinds of men in the world envy his life. After many years, he still remembers talented women in the Republic of China.

The breeze is a little cold, but it's a little pleasant to blow on me. In a trance, I found that the rain outside the window stopped for some reason, and seemed to be scrambling to feel this leisurely time. The air is exceptionally fresh and my mood is suddenly enlightened.