Before and after the rain, there is always going to be a rain. It can go on for days, or it can go a little longer. At this time, the weather is cloudy and rainy, cold and warm, and at first I feel a little early spring atmosphere, but after a little longer, I feel a little wet and cold.
The deciduous trees in the rain are still dry and thin; On the withered yellow meadow, there may be a little green wild vegetables or wild grasses from time to time, and the climate has not yet become a climate. The village and I will also be a little dazed, at a loss for the spring rain. When it's raining, you don't want to go out. The cold rain hit the skin, cold. The hand holding the umbrella obviously feels cold and cold, and even if the left and right hands switch between the umbrella, it will not feel better. The water on the road surface wet the shoes and the trouser legs. Between the clouds and the rain, there is less and less left in sight. The rain washed away the dust on the leaves, and the greenery of the leaves and buds gradually became clear in the rain.
Sometimes, you still can't stand the sound of the rain, walk into the rain alone and listen to the rain. When the wind is light, the rain is silent in the process of falling, and when it touches the branches and leaves and falls on the grass, it will make a slight sound, and it is easy to ignore if you don't pay attention. Slightly larger raindrops, falling on the surface of the road or shallow streams, or calm lakes, will make a crisp sound, but it is not too big, and you still have to listen carefully to hear it really. When the sound of wind and rain is mixed together, it is not easy to distinguish, whether the wind borrows the sound of the rain, or the rain borrows the wind, it is not easy to say. When the sound of wind and rain is mixed, I like to sit at the window of my home and listen to the sound of the rain hitting the canopy in front of the eaves.
Listen to the sound of spring rain, preferably in a quiet night. On a spring night, when Du Fu wrote about a spring rain, he said: "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturize things silently", probably that rain fell quietly, or his thatched hut was low, or it was a monologue of his other state of mind. Or Du Fu, he wrote in "Gift to the Eight Guards": "The night rain cuts spring leeks, and the yellow sorghum is freshly cooked." It is a happy thing to meet friends in a spring rain, and it is possible to "get tired in one fell swoop", and "ten people are not drunk, and the feeling is deliberately long". That spring rain stretched the affection between old friends in a silent place, a reunion after 20 years, and a vast world tomorrow.
I have always had the habit of reading at night, I like the atmosphere that gradually quiets down at night, I like to sit alone in the study, let my eyes move between the lines of words, as if with the movement of my eyes, there are traces of time and another person's writing, and there is a person who is willing to accompany me, at any time for me to interpret a certain doubtful place, or tell a certain story. On nights like this, words are moving with time, and I enjoy such moments. When my eyes are tired, or my back is sore after sitting for a long time, I will stand up and walk around the study, and more often, I will stand in front of the window, twist my waist, and look at the dark and quiet night outside. Almost every night rain can't escape my eyes. No matter how small and silent the rain is, it will leave traces of rain flowing on the window panes. In the stillness of the night, the sound of the rain is amplified and becomes clearer. When the rain is louder, I close the windows and listen to the sound of the rain crackling on the windows, on the leaves of the loquat trees and magnolia trees downstairs, and on the sound of falling from the eaves. At night, the sound of spring rain is pleasant.
Now home, not far from the lake, all year round, it is customary to sleep with the windows open at night. On spring nights, sometimes before going to bed, before it rains outside, I sleep peacefully. When you sleep soundly, you will be awakened by the sound outside the window, sometimes the wind, sometimes the rain. I don't know when the night rain started, so in my dazed sleep, I got up and closed the window. After closing the window, through the window, there was still a faint sound of rain, and I returned to my dream in the sound of rain. I fell asleep in a rain in spring, and a good rain that moisturized everything was also falling in my dream. There is a sound of good rain, and the sound of dreams falls.
From: Bozhou Evening News, February 19, 2024