After listening to the rain and reading

"Listening to the sound of rain" is such a simple topic, but the author has written poems about the sound of rain, the mood when listening to it, and the association when listening to it. Ji Lao, who studies knowledge, feels very comfortable listening to the sound of iron sheets being hit by rain on the balcony. From it, he can recognize the golden sound and jade color, he can recognize Huang Zhong and Lu, and he can recognize pearls, large and small, poured into a plate of jade. He can also hear the rain like playing the piano, dancing like thunder, birds contending and rabbits falling, and he is in full bloom. Listening to the rain, he remembered sister Lin's love for "Stay in the Lotus and Listen to the Rain". He thought of a poem by a friend, and also thought of Jie Jiang's "Young people listen to the rain in the karaoke bars ..." Ji Xianlin sighed, only telling the reason why he was willing to listen to the rain. The northern spring with ten years and nine droughts is in great need of rain. This spring, it was a bad drought. Ji Xianlin watches the weather forecast every day and always observes the clouds in the sky. Even in his dream, it was raining in Mao Mao. It's raining now. How can he be unhappy? The sound of rain is ever changing, and only elegant people can understand it. I've heard the rain all my life. "providence is intentional, and the listener has feelings." Reading Ji Lao's prose, you can not only feel his broadmindedness and wisdom, but also learn the valuable quality of "modesty". I remember in Listening to the Rain, when I was old, I didn't call myself a layman. A master of Orientalism who is proficient in China and the West calls himself a layman, and his humility can be seen. This inevitably reminds me that when "Touching China" was awarded to Ji Lao, he repeatedly said "I'm flattered".