A composition of about 600 words, the first sentence is "The weather forecast says it will rain heavily tomorrow..."
Rain
It's raining... it's raining. I sat by the window and watched the heavy rain.
The rain was falling really hard. Looking into the distance, the water vapor was churning very hard. Look, a group of dragons are racing with claws and teeth! Slowly, the water vapor turned into a picture of thousands of horses galloping. After a while, it turned into a group of small fish. It's so beautiful!
Gradually, the rain became lighter, and the water drops dripping from the tall buildings turned into water curtains, each one like a broken bead. The raindrops as thin as cow's hair were beating down diagonally drop by drop. I couldn't help but think of the poem "The slanting wind and drizzle don't need to return." I finally understand its meaning now. I am intoxicated in the rain.
After a while, the rain cleared, but the sun hadn’t come out yet. It was overcast, which reminded me of the background of a horror movie, which made me a little creepy.
Slowly, the sun Out comes a rainbow. Open the window and bursts of fresh air hit your nose. Although it was only a few minutes, it was enough. Being able to breathe such "green" air in the city already makes me feel refreshed.
The rain is so beautiful!
Listen to the Rain
When I was a child, I lived under a tiled house. Whenever it rained, I could hear the sad and sad sound of rain. When I grow up, I live in a reinforced concrete forest. I can't hear the sound of rain and feel sad. It seems that my life lacks a lot of aura, the softest and weakest things that can move people, and my heart is slowly deserting.
So I missed the sound of rain in the tiled house.
Rain is weak, the lightest thing in the world, and cannot knock the heavy reinforced concrete building. The tiled house is different. Raindrops tinkling on it and immediately make a pleasant sound. People in the hut have the blessing of being close to nature in the rain. When the rain falls rapidly, the sound becomes impassioned, like a hundred horses roaring in unison or ten thousand horses galloping. The rain slows down and the sound becomes weaker. It penetrates your heart gently, like the breeze in your ears in the warm spring. The tiles seem to be specially designed for the rain. They play their due diligence, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain are overflowing. Endless affection.
People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and sighing. The old man with lofty ideals has the ambition of "lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glaciers coming to sleep"; the late beauty has the resentment of "the yellow-leafed tree in the rain, the white-headed man under the lamp"; the lovesick lover has the ambition of "the parasol tree is also drizzling, and at dusk ", bit by bit"; the sentimental poet has the reverie of "listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, selling apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty".
Rain has become a messenger for people to modify their feelings and express their wishes.
In my spare time, I was fortunate enough to return to the place where I once listened to the rain. It happened to be a light rain that day, and I heard the familiar yet unfamiliar sound of rain again. In the mist, there was a strange mood in the sound of rain, the kind that we had not communicated with for a long time. It is thousands of miles away from me, showing me that it is unfamiliar to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. I felt the joy of waking up from a dream and the sense of vicissitudes after being confused.
Oh, what I met in the sound of rain was actually my self that has been separated by time and space, and it was telling everything about my past. I was hesitant and asked myself: Who am I? Am I still the same person I was before?
There is a poem: "The young man listens to the rain song upstairs, and the tent is dimly lit by red candles. The mature man listens to the rain in the boat, the river is broad and the clouds are low, and the broken geese call in the west wind." Different life circumstances lead to different feelings about listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the conversation of souls, listening to the rush of true love, and listening to the gurgling flow of time. What the sound of rain hits, apart from the echoes of the years, is also the unbearable regrets of the past and the melancholy that cannot be expressed. It seems that only in the gentle sound of rain on this tiled house can the soul breathe and life can continue.
The sound of rain is still ringing, like my real heartbeat...
Rain
The tireless rain that comes in the morning just falls, just falls; They all felt a little tired and bored.
Everyone had nothing to do after class, and happened to go to the phone to chat with friends. It would be more interesting if it was a woman!
Calling here and there, the bells are tinkling all the time.
The telephone was nailed to the wall, the operator was used to being urged by all directions, and the bells were the most lively things, so he didn’t even have any temper yet— ——The middle laner suffered from the big ear room.
He had just found a young man with a beard in western clothes from No. 13 Sishe. He saw the young man’s mouth opening and closing in front of the machine for a while, and finally he looked angry. I hung up my headphones and walked out. The rest could not last as long as ten breaths, and the bell on the wall was tinkling to notify him.
"Hey, where are you - this is the Agricultural University. ...Mr. Xian? What's your surname?
Oh, oh, are you looking for him again? Yes, yes," He hung the headphones on another nail.
From the heavy sound, it can be seen that he was wronged for being unreasonably troublesome. Apart from hanging up the headphones hard, there was no way to vent this injustice. "It's Mr. Xian again!" He said something to himself that he could hear.
You could have just lied and said you couldn't find it, and that would have been the end of it.
But he was new here not long ago. Even though he slept and had meals with Brother Cui, who came to the office to send and receive letters every day, he had not yet learned these things that could allow him to take some time off. Moreover, when I thought about the situation a few months ago when I lived in Tonglechun and burned fire every day, my face became black with thorns and there was not much oil left on my belly, my sense of responsibility immediately increased. Shao had to raise his left hand again (because he was wearing a long coat now, so his right hand had no space.) to block the big raindrops thrown from the eaves, and ran to the four houses with small steps to find the young man. The bearded offspring.
In the middle of the table stood the square old clock. It swayed and swayed, as if hypnotized by the sound of rain, and it moved slower and lighter. The mailbox lay flat next to the clock, as if he was dozing off. There was a small teacup squeezed very close to the clock, and a large half cup of brown tea, which was not hot at all. ... His eyes saw the young man smiling and yelling into the earphones, but his ears were disturbed by the sound of rain outside the door, and he couldn't take the time to listen to what the young man was talking about in such a thick and overwhelming manner. He felt that the young man laughing into his earphones was really boring.
The young man went out again.
When the young man passed by him and his western-style trousers rubbed against his left hand that was hanging by his hip, a strange but pleasant smell ran into him. nostrils. When he went to the consumer club yesterday, he saw a bottle the size of a finger hiding shyly on the corner of the glass cabinet. What kind of essence was stored in the bottle? ——The smell at this time was made of the yellow water in the bottle. He was confident that he was right!
The smell made his nose itchy and made him sneeze. He couldn't help but stand up and follow the young man out of the door.
The rain is still tireless, just falling, just falling. The rainwater that fell from the tile roof turned the small ditch in front of the house door into a stream. The newly fallen raindrops turned into many small bubbles floating on them, and disappeared again in an instant. Some small tender yellow locust tree leaves floated away on the water like small fishes. If these little things were really a group of fish cubs, he would have taken off his shoes and socks, rolled up his sleeves, and jumped down to catch them while he was looking at them in trance.
——It seems that they themselves know that they are worthless and are not afraid of any unexpected dangers! Otherwise, when I saw the big ears standing in front of the door of the room, and cast my eyes on their every move, why were they still floating freely on the water?