Listen to the rain, is a kind of beauty

Listening to the rain is a kind of catharsis, a kind of decompression, but also a kind of enjoyment.

I like rainy days, after rain, the mountains are full of fog, people walking in the fog, there is a special kind of hazy beauty. The rain falls deep in the bamboo, and the branches are sparse, taste a kind of quiet, and enjoy a moment of leisure.

Listen, the world outside the window is so beautiful!

The sound of rain rustles, and there is no other sound outside the house except the sound of rain.

The rain was so frequent that year. I had a suspicion that it took away all my good fortune.

All my bad news was accompanied by it. It was like my shadow, it followed me wherever I went.

When I left home, there was the rain that came and went, and when I came home, of course, I couldn't leave its company.

For a long time, I hated the rainy weather.

Because it loves to bring me trouble, always blocks my pace.

However, later I realized that the troubles are not only from the rain, not from rain but ourselves.

If you have strong enough determination, even if there are more wind and waves, you can still stand.

There is no good or bad weather. Because the subject is not the same, the weather gives a different feeling.

I once heard a story that went something like this: The princes and nobles were enjoying the music in the hall, while the people outside the hall were praying for rain. The people were so excited to get rain, naturally, but the princes and nobles hated the rain.

The people are excited because this rain can save their lives, with this rain, they can plow and sow, this rain is their hope.

The princes and nobles were angry because the air would become humid after the rain, thus affecting the sound of musical instruments and disturbing their mood of enjoying music.

This rain is naturally good for the people, but not for the princes and nobles.

There is no hurry to enjoy music, after all, the future is long. However, farming is different, missing the season will miss a year of harvest.

Then it dawned on me that the rain wasn't the big demon that brought me bad luck. Perhaps it was what brought me out of my melancholy days faster, it was what kept me company, even when I was full of sorrow, it never left.

After a rain, everything is so fresh, everything in nature is like a new bud just out of the ground.

The path paved with green slabs is extremely clean and looks spotless, which makes people feel like they can't let their feet step on it.

The leaves were also washed clean by the rain, even a small spot can be seen.

The rain brings not only freshness in front of people's eyes but also sprouting of life.

There is a strange phenomenon: the ground due to the lack of water and is about to lose the vitality of the crop, artificial watering it does not seem to be too useful, at most can help it continue to live.

However, if after a rain, you can see it grow a long, tender yellow after just one night.

It's a beautiful thing to fall asleep with the sound of rain dripping down.

Even the quality of sleep is much better than usual when you have the sound of rain with you at night. The night with rain, you can sleep more peacefully and solidly. Quietly lying in bed, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, gradually fell into a dream.

It is said that as more and more rain falls, the temperature inside and outside will be lowered, which will gradually let down one's guard and fall asleep more easily.

Heavy rain comes when it says it will, and it comes before people have time to prepare for it.

At this time, most of the pedestrians on the road panic, only to run wildly, hoping to get home sooner, or find a place to escape the rain sooner.

But in reality, the eaves of other people's homes are not as big as having an umbrella for yourself. The umbrella is small, but it can cover you from the rain and keep you going. The roof will only stop you in your tracks until the rain stops.

I, on the other hand, happen to be a person who does not like to carry an umbrella, at least in the past.

When I was a kid, I loved to get wet because I always heard the elders say that children grow taller in the rain. But only when it rains a little, not so much that you will get yourself soaked in the heavy rain.

When the rain suddenly starts to dance, the most pleasant thing is to move a stool and sit by the window, quietly listening to the rain.

It would be better if you were in a tiled room, so you could hear it more clearly. The sound of rain hitting the corrugated roof is more real than a concert.

Listening to the rain is like listening to a song, but even more so. The sound of music is artificial, but the sound of rain is natural, without any elaboration.

Listening to the rain is not a kind of enjoyment? The world needs rain, life needs rain, and you and I also need rain.