The rain in Xuancheng is over
The rain in Xuancheng is over.
The rain in Xuancheng is over. Every rain has a different meaning in everyone's heart, so when it rains, everyone has different thoughts and different feelings. Let's share one in Xuancheng The rain is over. A rainy incident in Xuancheng has not ended yet 1
Original: From the Wolverine Family
A rainy incident in Xuancheng
Jiangnan
"My family respects "Under the Pavilion", Xuancheng, a great place in the south of the Yangtze River. When talking about Jiangnan, there is a picture in my mind. "Miscellaneous peanut trees, flocks of orioles flying around", the vibrant Jiangnan; "One river of smoke and water, people on both sides of the river", the Jiangnan in the picture scroll; "Spring water and blue sky, painted boats listening to sleep", the poetic Jiangnan; "Sanqiu Guizi" "Ten Miles of Lotus", the Jiangnan that turns over thousands of times. However, the most fascinating and praised thing is Xuancheng, Jiangnan in the mist and rain.
"Half a ditch of spring water fills the city with flowers, and mist and rain cover thousands of homes." The misty and rainy Xuancheng is the source of inspiration for poets, and has been sung countless times for thousands of years. Xuancheng in the mist and rain is a little sad, a little sad, a little lovesick, a little lonely, reserved and restrained, gentle and elegant. The cold rain in the north is incomparable, and the heavy rain in the south is also incomparable. Just like the son of the master, if it is increased by one point, it is too long, and if it is reduced by one point, it is too short. Therefore, the philosopher sighed with emotion "how many towers are in the mist and rain", but in the general's eyes, "the rain sprinkles the river and the sky seems to be sleepwalking", the sad man sees "the misty rain covers the river village", and the tourist appreciates "the willow wind that does not chill the face" .
In spring in March, there is a little mist and rain, and the screen is full of poetry, "The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp." I am not a literary poet, but I also like Xuancheng in the south of the Yangtze River in the mist and rain. I lie half-way by the window, cut a pot of tea, lazily turn a few pages of a book, talk a few idle gossips, and listen to a few sad or sad songs. Happy song, the day seems to have passed by. At this time, mist and rain are outside the distant mountains, between the eyebrows and eyes, and in the heart. When the sun is shining brightly, people's hearts become wild; when the sky is high and the clouds are clear, their thoughts are wandering; when the snow is white, their thoughts are dull; only in Xuancheng, Jiangnan in the mist and rain, the mind is psychic and good.
However, Xuancheng is a bit special this year. The misty rain has driven away the heavy snow and squeezed out the bright spring sunshine. After the Gregorian New Year, the rain has not stopped. So, the diligent housewife spent a sloppy Spring Festival, the hospitable host failed to make pickled goods, and the students on vacation became real homebodies. There are also happy ones, those endless soap operas that increase ratings for no reason.
At that time, we were all comforting each other, "It rained too much before the year, so the weather will be good after the new year." Who knows, it was just wishful thinking, the rain had no intention of stopping, and it rained all day long. , this first month of rain is almost over, and the weather forecast says it will only end in mid-March.
"This is too silly!" I felt a little bored. This was probably the first time I had a cold about rain. "The light rain in March keeps falling." This song was sung all over the country at that time. It was very flavorful. I liked humming it. My subconscious also thought that continuous spring rain was common sense, but it rained for a long time, which was annoying. Everything in the world is too much, not just human affairs, but even if it rains.
My lover said, maybe we also have a rainy season, right? One sentence makes people excited. The most spiritual thing about Xuancheng in the south of the Yangtze River is that it has four distinct seasons. This is the soul and the root of the south of the Yangtze River. Unlike the place in the tropical monsoon climate, it is either the rainy season or the dry season in a year. Tasteless. I really don’t know how I would survive if the rainy season is really so long.
We don’t like the rainy season, but that’s not necessarily true for everyone. Japan’s Ichikawa Takuji wrote a novel called “Meet in the Rainy Season,” which was also adapted for the screen. The Korean Bangzi remake it again, and the movie is called "Go see you now".
Falling in love again through the raindrops
Going to see you now
Director: Li Zhangxuan
Suddenly there is I had the urge 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 admired the Korean filmmaking skills from the bottom of my heart. It is really good to be able to remake a movie to such an extent. The video was very touching, and it made me cry a few times. The content is also simple.
Before the hero’s wife died, she said she would come back in the next rainy season. Sure enough, the hero and his six-year-old son really saw his dead wife when the rainy season came, but the wife did not remember it. Any past events. The family continues to live together, and while reminiscing about their previous love stories, the hero and his undead wife fall in love again. When the rainy season ends, will my wife disappear completely?
More content will not be spoiled. This is an old-fashioned plot, but the detailed plot can deeply touch people. The story tells us a simple truth-real happiness lies in the ordinary. In the days of love, even the rainy season that you and I hate.
Yes, let it continue to rain. If your clothes are wet, you can dry them. If the weather is wet, you can stay at home and do what we like. If you feel wet, you can find a story to soothe you. If you go out and it is wet, you can support yourself. The oil-paper umbrella can also be used to express your thoughts when you take the time. The wet life is a scenery.
In Xuancheng in the south of the Yangtze River, the rain is still falling, pattering, making your windows wet, your feet wet, and your and my thoughts wet.
Shijiu takes advantage of his youth and lets him have a rainy day. A rain in Xuancheng is not over yet 2
On June 5, 2017, I was in Shanghai. The weather turned gloomy to light rain, and I had mixed feelings. I couldn’t say good or bad, or happy. Angry, sad and happy, a person stood by the window, quietly waiting for the baptism of the rain. The surrounding was very quiet, as if only the sound of the heartbeat was left. When he was distracted, he discovered that the jasmine in the yard had already scattered all over the ground with the rain.
A person, a book, a cup of tea, and a dream. Sometimes, loneliness is so exciting. I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve had this kind of leisurely time, and I don’t know how long it’s been since I wrote a book at my desk; I seem to have forgotten that this is what I said I like. Maybe the fast pace of life has long made the mind unable to calm down, maybe it's just looking for excuses for one's laziness. At this time, it was the rain that brought my heart back to its original point, and I quietly enjoyed this time.
I am just one of the ordinary sentient beings who go in and out of fireworks. I seem to be pure and free of disputes, but in fact I have desires and worries. The turmoil in reality makes us forget our original selves. Only by maintaining a normal mentality at this moment can we move forward sadly. The rain is continuous, like a distant past soaked in the rain, which has long been washed away, leaving it pure and clear.
I am not surprised by the favor or disgrace, I just watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, I have no intention of leaving or leaving, I follow the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky. Sit calmly in front of the window, overlooking the people and cars outside the window. Put your slightly tired and confused heart into a quiet corner, slowly sort out the impetuousness, sit quietly, and quietly savor this ever-changing life. Taste the bitterness and warmth, so peaceful. It reminded me of the hazy Jiangnan, bluestones, oil-paper umbrellas, and women like Lin Huiyin. It was the white lotus in the dream, so pure. No matter how many things happened in the world, her heart was always clear and pure. It was this kind of woman that Xu Zhimo missed her all her life, Liang Sicheng pampered her all her life, Jin Yuelin silently remembered her all her life, all kinds of men in the world admired her all her life, and many years later she still remembers the talented women of the Republic of China.
The breeze was a bit cool, but it felt comfortable when blowing on my body. I suddenly found that the rain outside the window had stopped at some point, and it seemed that I was scrambling to enjoy this leisurely time. The air is exceptionally fresh and my mood suddenly becomes brighter.