Time to Cook Rain

The summer of Dingxi, without warning, will come to a said rain on the rain. The rain has not yet cleared the sky, holding an old umbrella, hurrying, back and forth. The rain under the feet wet shoes. In fact, like this, there are many days out in the rain. In my memory, when I was herding sheep in my childhood, I wore a pair of plastic sandals, and in the mountains and fields covered with thorns and weeds, I would go barefoot and drive the sheep to eat grass because I cherished my sandals. There are many past events like this. Rain is hazy imagery. The song "A Little Rain in March" speaks of an endless strain of idle sorrow, and now that I think about it, only the soil of Taiwan can produce that kind of mood.

The literature about rain, I do not know in which period of history first appeared, "Poetry": I used to carry on, the willow clings. Now I come to think, thabout e rain and snowfall. The road is slow, the thirst and the hunger. My heart is sad, no one knows my sorrow! In my memory, this is the line I remember most clearly that is related to rain.

--This is one of the earliest literary accounts of rain, and the catchiness of the song is a perfect counterpoint to the environment and human mood.

Time cooks the rain, and the years are untouched. No matter what is written, the rain in literature is prolonged imagery of unique moods under the pen of an emotionally rich person. Those prose masterpieces, more or less with the rain reverie and after the rain cleared the open portrayal. For example, Jia Pingwa and Yu Qiuyu have written about rain. "Four hundred and eighty temples in the southern dynasty, how many buildings in the smoke and rain", this is the deep history of the rain in Jiangnan, misty and spectacular.

Each of us will be in the depths of time, leaving some indentations, rain, no doubt, will become a kind of life embellishment: those unforgettable indelible moments, like the rain, winding our clear and hazy memories, reminiscent of the endless. Whenever I see a scar on my mother's left index finger, I can recall the busy season of wheat one year, my mother went to the mountains to cut wheat, a rainstorm just arrived, and she took the sickle to escape the rain to rush, and in the rush was cut by the sickle finger. The bitterness of rural life is often associated with heavy rainfall, and there is no romance in it. When I was young, sheep herding, in the rainstorm, the sheep can be driven home in time, is considered very lucky. Especially if the autumn rains continued, the crops in the autumn harvest season will grow green shoots again, with no actual harvest, when parents will sigh: autumn fields again to thin harvest. As a child, I knew the meaning of the phrase, the less the crop, the more difficult the family's situation.

Rain, in the age of youth, is synonymous with pretension. In the eyes of every literature lover, rain is sentimental poetry. Youth is the image of rain-soaked memories. The years have dried up those wet traces, and youth has passed. Youth without traces, do not need to look back again, to stay in the drift of time.

"Green Ruo hat, green straw coat, the wind, and rain do not have to return", I think this romance will only happen in youth, there is not the breath of the world; "Weicheng morning rain is also light dust, guest house green willow color new", this is the parting rain; " The night is late to listen to the wind blowing rain, the iron horse ice river into the dream", this is the ambition of the rain; "seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountains", this is the ancient countryside leisurely rain; "the mountains and rivers broke wind fluttering flocculent, the body floating sinking rain ping" This is the patriotic poet's heart of the sorrowful rain; "empty mountains after the new rain, the weather late to autumn", which is really to see their own and nature as one after the rain ...... rain, in the writing of literary scholars, often give it, a variety of complex imagery.

The rain in the hearts of middle-aged people is the rain that falls in real-time. Heavy rain, so busy after work themselves, can not go home; cloudy rain, so that people are depressed, irritable; in the rain, the restless footprints in the rush, punctuated by the fast pace of life. Only when the weather turns warm in the twilight of spring, the gentle rain can make the middle-aged self, feel a touch of comfort and little joy. In the famous poem by Dai Wangshu, a lilac-like girl holding an oil-paper umbrella has only a wisp of love in her eyes, but she doesn't understand how rare it is to find a middle-aged woman with a little comfort and a wisp of surprise in her heart at this moment. I still like the sunny morning with bright sunshine, so start a new day, and the mood will be much easier. A few days in a row, if it is cloudy and rainy, people's moods will naturally be gloomy and low. It should be said that at this age, there should be "no rain and no sunshine" of open-mindedness, but the small people, what kind of sentiment can have? Can you go beyond the material?

The rain is given by nature, "the mother wants to marry, the sky wants to rain", no one can stop. When we can see the rain as a spiritual partner, let it accompany our life, in the four seasons of the year in a variety of changes, can be very open to face the rain: rain or blue sky and white clouds, the sky cleared or gloomy shroud and our own life what!