the spring rain continues to rain, so it rains without thunder, and the spring rain does not engage in these ostentation and extravagance. It rains when it rains, and it doesn't come with thick clouds. That's all summer. Spring rain must not be done, but not done. Who wouldn't thunder? Why does it thunder? Spring rain falls quietly, carefully, coolly, sparsely, brilliantly, floating underground and raining. It's neither too big nor too small. They lie on the glass and look into the room to see if rain is needed. They see people sitting or lying down and living what they call a life. The water drops of the spring rain saw that there was no water, flowers and grass in the house.
When the spring rain falls, it is accompanied by singing, chorus, minor music and 6/8 time, similar to Tajik music. Unfortunately, people can't hear you. The song of spring rain is below 2 Hz. The melody is like the "boat song" in Hoffman's Story. The coherent melody is taken apart and sewn together again, and there is an opening sentence after two steps. Start, develop, end and start again. The boat song is a love song minor sung by the boatman in Napoli. It is rippling and the rhythm has been fluctuating. These boatmen can't walk after landing, because the earth doesn't ripple. Spring rain has long understood this, which is nothing. In the spring rain, there is no hurry to land in the air, either quickly or slowly. Why are you landing so early? It's better to ripple in the rhythm of 6/8. Tajiks have never seen the sea, but they also know how to ripple in songs. 6/8 is not the rhythm for the legs, but the rhythm is on the waist. Want to enter and retreat, suddenly turn around, not talking about the legs, but the waist. The movement of the waist is manifested in the shoulders. It would be better if the dancer wore a black kid hat and had a thick black beard with a pointed upper lip.
the spring rain suddenly began to fall, and the grass and flowers were not unexpected, but people were surprised. They ran in a hurry and took shelter from the rain under the eaves and trees. The rain continued until people came out from under the eaves and trees. The rain really wants to wash these people and make them as red as peach blossoms or as bright as apricot flowers. Rain hits people's clothes, and the textiles become heavy, but their faces are not as bright and thin as peach blossoms. Their faces are covered with water droplets, which are accomplices with the water droplets lying on the glass and looking into the house. Water drops gently leaned over people's faces, trying to keep them warm but getting their faces. These faces are harder than trees. All the news of life is hidden and leaked on the face. The rain touched their noses, touched their cheeks, and their eyes were closed and narrowed. These people run in a panic, like stones rolling down from the top of the mountain, rushing to all directions.
The spring rain hits the shoulders and backs of pedestrians, and they catch the rain with their hands when waving their arms. Rain wants to wash people's eyes and let them have a look-peach blossoms are in bloom. Peach trees stand on the roadside one after another, with branches connected, holding up the dense peach blossoms. Peach blossoms are still in full bloom in the rain, with some wet red. Some petals fall in the mud, like shredded stationery. Grass like strings sticks out under peach trees, like children's fast-growing hair. Have you seen more birds? They shouted in the branches to make it rain heavily or stop at once. If pedestrians step on mud, they should be happy, which is evidence of the arrival of spring. The frozen soil has become muddy, just like all the trees have broken their bones. Poplar trees that don't bloom have also blossomed. Did you hear the words of birds shouting all over the world? Spring, spring, birds say these two words every day.
I don't miss the land after the rain falls into the sea
I finally understand that the purpose of turning water into rain is to join the sea. The vision of water with water, the freest territory is the sea. When the rain falls into the sea, thousands of hands of the sea grab it and ripple together. Who says rippling is not freedom? Freedom is drifting with the tide, "you should live without a home." Rain met endless brothers and sisters in the sea. They are called seawater, which can be green, blue and gray, and turn into translucent glass black at night. When the rain falls into the sea, it begins to travel around the world, never worrying about drying up.
I went snorkeling in Phi Phi Phi Island in southern Thailand, only to know that there are more beautiful scenery under the sea than on land. Red corals like bonsai are everywhere, and white corals are like opaque rock sugar. Gorgeous tropical fish swim around, one with innocent eyes and one with lips like Monroe. They swim naively and dreamily, without asking where they are going, just like birds don't know where they are flying.
When people reach the bottom of the sea, they become monsters, with too long arms and legs, no beautiful scales but shorts, goggles and a long nose respirator on their heads. Poor fish and shellfish think that people are like this, which is really a misunderstanding. I can't wait to take off my respirator and show them my face, but I can't. I haven't practiced that yet, I still have to breathe compressed oxygen, and I haven't mastered the essentials of decomposing oxygen in water with gills. The bottom of the sea is beautiful, more beautiful than Jiuzhaigou and West Lake. If I have a chance to be a warlord, I will build the warlord's mansion on the bottom of the sea, and the people who come to me for business will swim in diving suits. The fine sand in the sea is white and soft, anemones sway like flowers, and even octopus has turned itself into a flower.
When God made the sea floor, he took extra care and gave full play to the artist's ingenuity. The colors of stones, grass, shells and fish are so bright, like parrots flying all over the sky. Why didn't God make people as beautiful as birds and fish? People, whether yellow, black or white, are dull in tone. Except for eyes and beard, the rest of the skin is monochromatic, and it is necessary to wear clothes indiscriminately to show that they are not monotonous. The sea is gorgeous. It seems that when God made the underwater world, the colors at hand were rich.
Rain water jumps into the sea to swim. They have no fear of drowning. Rain is most afraid of falling on the loess high slope, "pa", half of it evaporates and half is sucked away by the soil. That's how the rain dies and dies. Rain sees a huge wave like a wall in the sea. It doesn't know that water can also build a wall, and it collapses in a short time, turning it into a carved castle and a mountain peak. Raindrops look down from the waves, and the bottom of the valley is unfathomable. When the rain washes down, it is still water. The waves hold all the water in their arms, and they can't die or smash. The rain is running around in the waves, and it is home in the world.
when the rain swims in the clouds, it looks down at the sea like a thousand hectares of jasper. It doesn't know that it is the sea, but it is not a tree or soil. The rain approached the sea and felt the transparent wind. The wind mixed the rain and scattered it into the sea like soybeans. The sea splashed a pockmarked face and was smoothed by the wind. Seagulls fly with fish in their mouths on the waves, and the waves rush to the highest level, rolling up the tangled white edges. Overlooking the sea, you can't see its pattern clearly. The sea doesn't have the patience to finish painting one picture, but when it's half finished, it erases another picture, and the pictographic pattern turns into an abstract pattern. It is comfortable for the rain to get into the sea. The sea is cool, the rain holds the whale's body and dives into the deepest part of the sea. The ventral side of the fish is like a shining knife, and the seaweed hair flies like a witch. Looking up, the sun melted, like an egg yolk spread on the outer layer of the sea, swaying. There is no need to see in the sea, and there is no need to hide. After the rain falls into the sea, I no longer miss the land.
The tree receives the rain with every leaf
The heavy rain has smashed the stone pavement. Into the forest, the sound becomes a fine rustle. Trees use each leaf to receive rainwater, and water flows from leaves to twigs and thick branches, and drips into the ground along the trunk. The ground shakes the root-like stream, turns and meets in a hurry, and hides in the low-lying grass.
The thunder was not so loud, and the leaves absorbed its cough. Only half of the lightning was exposed, and the other half was blocked by the tree. I think of a warning that trees attract lightning strikes, and it is often the lone tree that attracts lightning strikes, not the whole forest. There is too little thunder for the trees in the forest.
It rained harder. The lawn outside the forest seemed to be covered with white fog, but the sound of rain hitting the leaves became smaller. Large areas of water flowed down from the trunk, and the water flashed on the black trunk.
I stood in the woodland, listening to the rain falling on my hat. I simply take off my clothes, take a bath in the rain filtered by leaves, then wash my clothes, wring them out and put them on. The clothes soon got wet again. When it was raining harder, I felt water in my pocket. If I had known this, I would have put a small goldfish in my pocket.
Later, the leaves couldn't hold water, and a white rain fog was pulled between the trees. I think the trees are starting to move. Many trees are walking in the rain. They bow their heads and carry umbrellas under the canopy.
where is the bird now? Every morning, I hear birds singing noisily in a house four or five hundred meters away from the forest. Every bird wants to overwhelm the singing of other birds with high notes. They silenced in the rain. I imagine them shrinking their heads on the branches, the rain flowing down the feathers to the branches, and the tiny bird claws become fresher. The bird, like me, is looking forward to the end of the rain. It doesn't understand the use of rain, as if it had fallen in the wrong place. The rain made the bugs drill back into the hole.
The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and there is light between the tree crowns. Thunder is rolling farther away, and more streams appear on the ground. When the rain stopped, I felt that there were more trees in the forest than before, and the bark was as thick as leather. They stand in the water, and the water gradually shines, reflecting the clearer skylight. The bird's song slipped in the air. After a while, birds answered, including a rough creak. Birds sent word to each other that the rain had stopped.
At this time, the sky above the tree is a fresh blue sky, and it seems thinner than before the rain, like taking off some clothes. I used to run from the iron bridge to the forest to hide from the rain, and the old palace built by the Duke of Wü rttemberg where I live is very close. I changed my mind and walked on in the direction of Bear Lake, which is deep in the forest.
How good the air is! Frogs jump vertically between puddles, and their legs are like a pair of folded scissors. The path is covered with orange fat bugs. I have never seen such fat bugs in China. Looking back, the road behind me was crawling with insects, as if I had led them on a pilgrimage.
Germans who are walking in the forest appear one after another on the road. Like me, they are blocked by the rain in the forest. Being caught in the rain, they seem to be very happy with a lucky smile on their faces. But regardless of the bugs on the road, they walked over and trampled many bugs to death. They never look at their feet, they just walk forward with their heads held high. Birds are singing louder and louder, like praising the good rain or the good stop. The whole forest has become wet. I think there are hundreds of tons of water left on the leaves alone.
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Spring rain continues to rain, so it rains without thunder, and it doesn't engage in these ostentation and extravagance. It rains when it rains, and it doesn't come with thick clouds. That's all summer. Spring rain must not be done, but not done. Who wouldn't thunder? Why does it thunder? Spring rain falls quietly, carefully, coolly, sparsely, brilliantly, floating underground and raining. It's neither too big nor too small. They lie on the glass and look into the room to see if rain is needed. They see people sitting or lying down and living what they call a life. The water drops of the spring rain saw that there was no water, flowers and grass in the house. Raindrops fall on every grass, because the wind blows, it falls on other grass. Other raindrops fell on other grass. The spring rain fell on the silly land where nothing grew, and the land began to recover, thinking of last year's events. The rain lined up in the formation of swallows and drilled into the earth with the lightness of swallows. At this time, there was no rustling sound, and the leaves were too small to play rustling music. The spring rain is the first time this year, and I remember it. It has rained in some places and is still dry in some places. Spring rain pulls the transparent sail of the wind and scatters the rain everywhere it should go.
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Rain has been everywhere. Which book is selected from Balguy?
Balguy Yuan Ye is a name. Well, "Rain has been everywhere" is the title of this essay. Balguy Yuan Ye's soil reminds me of last year's events. Raindrops fell on every grass because of the wind. Other raindrops fell on other grass. The spring rain fell on the silly land where nothing grew, and the land began to recover, thinking of last year's events. The rain lined up in the formation of swallows and drilled into the earth with the lightness of swallows. At this time, there was no rustling sound, and the leaves were too small to play rustling music. The spring rain is the first time this year, and I remember it. It has rained in some places and is still dry in some places. Spring rain pulls the transparent sail of the wind and scatters the rain everywhere it should go. The spring rain continues to rain, so it rains without thunder, and the spring rain does not engage in these ostentation and extravagance. It rains when it rains, and it doesn't come with thick clouds. That's all summer. Spring rain must not be done, but not done. Who wouldn't thunder? Why does it thunder? Spring rain falls quietly, carefully, coolly, sparsely, brilliantly, floating underground and raining. It's neither too big nor too small. They lie on the glass and look into the room to see if rain is needed. They see people sitting or lying down and living what they call a life. The water drops of the spring rain saw that there was no water, flowers and grass in the house. When the spring rain falls, it is accompanied by singing, chorus, minor music, 6/8 time, similar to Tajik music. Unfortunately, people can't hear you. The song of spring rain is below 2 Hz. The melody is like the "boat song" in Hoffman's Story. The coherent melody is taken apart and sewn together again, and there is an opening sentence after two steps. Start, develop, end and start again. The boat song is a love song minor sung by the boatman in Napoli. It is rippling and the rhythm has been fluctuating. These boatmen can't walk after landing, because the earth doesn't ripple. Spring rain has long understood this, which is nothing. The spring rain is sometimes sudden and sometimes slow, and it ripples in the air quickly or slowly. It is in no hurry to land. Why are you landing so early? It's better to ripple in the rhythm of 6/8. Tajiks have never seen the sea, but they also know how to ripple in songs. 6/8 is not the rhythm for the legs, but the rhythm is on the waist. Want to enter and retreat, suddenly turn around, not talking about the legs, but the waist. The movement of the waist is manifested in the shoulders.