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Chapter 124 The Four Seasons of Rain
[China] Liu Zhanqiu

Only in the rain, I really feel that the world is alive, full of joy and tears.

I like rain, no matter what season it rains, I like it.The image and memory she gave me will always be beautiful.

In spring, the leaves begin to flash yellow and blue, and the buds sway gently in the wind, seeming to have a kind of winter yellow.But after a spring rain, the color and demeanor are unimaginable.Every tree seems to have opened its bright eyes, and the arms of the branches are suddenly soft, and the germinated leaves are almost undulating with a layer of greenery.The drops of water dripping from the buds are more charming than the tears of a girl.It seems that there is always a silk curtain of transparent water mist hanging in the air, and a colorful prism that affects the sunlight.At this time, the whole earth is beautiful, and the grass seems to turn like a revived earthworm, making a rustling sound that can only be heard in spring.Breathing becomes free, and there are countless sweet fruits in the air, tempting the nose and lips.Really, only this rain can completely drive away the winter and change the appearance of the world.

And in summer, it's even more unique.Summer rain also has the character of summer, warm and rough.A few dark clouds gather in the sky, and sometimes there is no warning of thunder. Before you have time to think about it, the bean-like raindrops will hit.But the rain is not terrible at this time, because your pores are so hot that you open your mouth, looking forward to the cool nectar.Opening an umbrella and wearing a bamboo hat can certainly keep the body clean.But showering with a bald head, taking a rain shower is more enjoyable, but the wet hair, forehead, and eyelashes are dripping water, blocking the sight of the eyes, and the ears are also a little itchy.At this time, you will like everything more.If we say that the spring rain puts beautiful clothes on the earth, and after several summer soaking rains, the earth will show all its temptations with its fullness.Everything is unabashedly wide open.The flowers are in full bloom, the leaves are full of pulp, countless weeds are vying to grow, and the heat is absorbed by a green sponge.The lotus leaves covered the river surface, impatiently waiting for the raindrops and the sound of cicadas in the distance, and the nearby frog drums played a symphony of summer rain together.

When the field is dyed with a layer of golden yellow and all kinds of fruits are ringing bells, the rain seems to be dignified and contemplative like a mother who is married and has a child.At this time, it is not raining much to go out.There is almost always a golden sun over the fields.Perhaps, people have forgotten the rain.Mature crops are waiting to be harvested, golden seeds need to be dried, and even reddish berries hope to be dried in the end.Suddenly, one night, there was a noise on the windowpane. It was rain, the autumn rain that makes people quiet, nostalgic and emotional!The sky is dark, but the rain is shining; the fields are quiet, but the rain is pouring out.Immediately, you will have a long-lasting emotion.Perhaps, when people are tired all spring and summer, when the harvest is already at the gate, how much they need quietness and contemplation!The rain becomes lighter and more affectionate. The sound of water under the eaves and splashes on the window glass will accompany your night dreams.If you have that kind of happiness, the autumn rain during the day will not be boring.You will only feel higher and far-reaching, and let the cold raindrops purify your soul, and you will definitely see a more pure, beautiful and open land after an autumn rain.

Maybe, when winter comes, people will hate rain!But at this time, the rain has already put on makeup, and it often turns into beautiful snowflakes, floating in the world.But in the South, the rain still visits the land occasionally, but it becomes more stingy.It is neither pouring, nor silky, or pattering, it shows a kind of naturalness and calmness.In the gray winter sky, the rain becomes transparent, even a little dry, almost not as colorful as spring, summer, and autumn.However, when people are fed up with the stimulation of the cold wind and hate the dry and bitter breath, when the rain falls on the top of their heads, it seems that there is a special kind of warmth, as if flowers are emerging from the moisture. and the smell of leaves.That kind of coolness is gentle, not as aggressive as the north wind.Looking from a distance, the harvested fields became very bright, with leafless branches and rain-drenched haystacks, facing the porcelain-colored sky, like a neat woodcut.And the rapeseed in the nearby pond has been washed by the winter rain, and even forgot the severe winter.Suddenly at night, the mercury column falls, and the window is knocked on at dawn. You open your eyes and see that the roof, branches, and streets have been covered with soft snow blankets, and the light on the ground is brighter than the sky.The spirit of rain, the princess of rain, brings extraordinary sweetness to the cities and fields of the southern country, and is the last gift it gives to people in a year.

O rain, rain of my love, you flow before my eyes all year round, you bring life to my life, you nourish my feelings, you give flow to my thoughts.Only in the rain, I really feel that the world is alive, full of joy and tears.But in the dry cities of the north, how seldom do we meet each other!I only hope that the increasing amount of green can invite you back into our lives.

Ah, always beautiful and loving rain!

Heart mark notes
Rain always easily catches people with an inexplicable emotion.Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, rain is the wet soul of rain watchers.The spring rain is ethereal, as thin as a melancholy thread, and floats into the quiet heart; the summer rain is majestic and splashes, thick as beads, and hits the pulse of life happily; the autumn rain is fresh and agile, continuous, and always gently wraps the coolness between the brows of passers-by ;The winter rain is pure and flawless, gently fluttering, turning into snowflakes and embracing everything.Rain always uses its spirituality to wash away the glitz of the world, and uses its flow to stimulate the rhythm of life.

Rain, even if it is lonely, even if it is cold, is also a beautiful scenery in my heart.In the rainy season, please allow your thoughts to chase the wind, let your thoughts flow with the rain, spread your wet heart at will, and use the rain to show your heart like a flower.

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