Night Reading ｜ Rain is also Xiaoxiao

The anchor reads the classic, accompany you to say good night, hello everyone! This is Lightning Night Reading. I am the anchor of Yucheng Rong Media Pang Weiwei. I will share with you Luoland's prose "The Rain is also Xiaoxiao" tonight.

Yu Ye Xiao Xiao

After the class, sit in the hall upstairs, enjoy a bottle of cold drinks, a little snack. Outside the floor -to -ceiling windows are distant mountains and scattered houses, across the spacious balcony.

There is often rain in the afternoon, sometimes sparse, sometimes dense. This rain often makes the space permeate. Recently, Xiaoshi has a goose yellow desktop and a small bottle of flowers. The light is good and the temperature is good. Sitting here, I feel very quiet. Sometimes it is not for diet or rest, nor is it to write a manuscript, but just to like this quiet and elegant.

Then you can walk from here to work. This section is appropriate, especially the red brick sidewalks along the way are neatly paved. The sidewalk trees and the small flower gardens are green. There are green leaves extending from the walls of the road. Often, I can't help but reach out with my palm to feel the freshness. vitality. I never found myself so much like green leaves. The green and grass of the trees, the green, and the green fields made me want to join them so much. The bathing was fresh. I felt the glystone, melted the vitality, and turned into that tranquility. I often feel like a playful child, and I can't help myself from touching those leaves, those petals, those soft and light butterfly wings.

The Fusang flower blooms. Large petals, yellow, pink, and dark red, with oil green and strong leaves, many dense leaves, holding the flower. Sometimes I want to be the flower, which can be surrounded by the leaves, squeezed, and buried. I often think that the green fragrance can replace the air. I often think that the green profitable can replace water. How green the large green is clear! When the rain comes, how happy the leaves are drinking rain! How crispy is the green of the rice! Because they grow in the water. Recently, even the flowers and trees in the backyard are very strong, and the rain every day will make them feel satisfied.

On that day, when I saw a girl leaning over to look at the three -leaf 苜蓿 and its little purple flowers on the roadside, I kept remembering the girl in her heart. She is not as hurry as ordinary urban girls, nor is she as reserved as the so -called lady. She was willing to look down to look at the ordinary flower, and "dare" to do so.

I always remember to run to the world of flowers and plants as soon as I was when I was a kid. After the summer vacation, the deep weeds on the campus often excited and moved me the most. I ran into the grass and asked each small dragonfly. After a summer vacation, they have become a lot! There are various colors of tails. In the wild field in the early morning, the reeds are really like a waves, and I can get into the waves and let the reed drowns me. The deep reeds moved to the sky endlessly, but there was a small road inside. The reeds on both sides, brushed the ground in the wind of the northern wilderness, and they may hear various bird calls, 唧, 啾, squeak, squeak, and a low whisper. Sometimes the reeds lead to the port of the Bai Liang River. When the reeds are sparse, they see the vast water and shallow beaches. The green of the reed reflects the white of the river, and it is a light blue sky in the distance. It is a big vast! This kind of vast and Xiao Shu's touching beauty is just like the fisherman's fisherman's words when he grows up --- Huang Lu'an Bai Pingkou, Green Popular Embankment Red Beach Head ... If you see a small fishing boat floating on the river surface of the wide exhibition, see the boatman gently lift the bamboo cricket, and then hear the sound of the boat or paddle vaguely The sound of dumb, or the boatman voted for a round of fishing lines in the water, but did not care whether there was any fish ... That scene made me realize that "the proud room is a thousand households, and the non -literal smoke fish fishing." I often like a fluttering and unwillingness. When I was young, it must be attracted by reeds, dragonflies, yellow birds, white apples, and smoke.

There were two sparrows on the balcony, and one came later. They were standing quietly there and sometimes jumped gently. When I was a kid, I always thought that birds liked to appreciate the scenery, and I still think so sometimes. So when they came, I felt that someone and me praised the green and rain outside without loneliness.

It is not lonely, maybe because I have such a loneliness. I like to walk in the rain, and I like to come out in the morning or night, but I just have no one to accompany me. Of course, loneliness is also a rare leisure.

Now it starts to rain outside. The rain is sprinkled on the balcony of the red tile, which is very uniform, and it will become a pond. Sometimes, I appreciate this big raindrops, like some star points. When they fell together, when they flashed on the ground, they liked the broken drill under the night light, and it lit up suddenly. When they become a clean pond, the broken drill is scattered on a large piece of glazed, and it runs flowing. It was a kind of extravagance of nature.

In that time, the rain was always very credible and responsible. As soon as the afternoon, Yun gathered from all directions, and the wind began to gently swing, and Lei reported the change of a movement like a fixed sound drum behind the thick cloud. At two o'clock, the rain began to drip on the street, on the balcony, and on the roof, and it must be shocked by those who like to show off and flutter, showing the quietness of no one. The house in the rain showed a pride. And those small cars flowing on the street, like some children who love to play with colorful clothes, rushed in the rain, enjoying the soaked happiness. That kind of innocence bravery fascinated me.

In those days, when I was deliberately stopped when the rain stopped, I supported an umbrella, saying that I went to send a letter, go to buy things, or go to the water tank.Then you can let the transparent yellow umbrella enjoy the rain of rain with me, and let my brown shoes count the rhythm of the rain with me.The main thing is to look at the fields in the north and the grassland south.The fields in the north have a rare wild fun. The rain makes the wild tree green deep, and the rice fields are fresh.The grass on the south is on the large -scale safe islands, around the delicate and neat white railings. The combination of white and green has always been particularly refreshing, making people think of everything.Especially in this area, the road is so wide, and there is a large area on both sides, so that you can enjoy the tideline of the city and the simplicity of the countryside.With full air, with the wet rain.In such a rain, I was idle and happy.About the Author:

Roland, formerly known as Jin Peifen, his work "Roland" was once the "inspirational book" that the youth was keen to be keen in the 1980s and 1990s.

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Pang Weiwei Yucheng Rong Media Anchor