Since the beginning of summer, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River seems to be willful, and it meets unexpectedly every other period, fluttering and splashing, and streams become rivers. Outside the window, the eaves and tiles ditch, the raindrops become silk, there is no sign of stopping, still flying in the air with the wind.
My hometown is surrounded by mountains and there are many bamboo forests. It is no stranger to play in bamboo forests since childhood. When I grow up, I always like to hide in the bamboo forest, listen to the birds singing, smell the flowers, read the words and see the afterglow of the sunset, so that my tired heart can relax gently in the quiet bamboo forest.
"Listen to the rain in the bamboo forest and enjoy tea quietly under the moon" is my favorite poem. Although there is no regret brought by moonlight, at this moment I prefer to listen to the rain in the bamboo forest and enjoy the physical and mental happiness brought by nature.
? Holding an umbrella, along the winding path, Tao Ran strolled in the quiet bamboo forest drizzle. Full of lush bamboo forests, happy and carefree, I ventured into this vibrant and vibrant sea of life.
"The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance." The light rain in your heart smiled and stared at you like a shadow. I stood in it and felt the agility and ethereal of the rain; Bamboo is beautiful and charming.
Listen, the thin raindrops gently beat on the bamboo leaves. Glittering water drops kept rolling on thousands of bamboo leaves, tender and tender, sometimes up and down, sometimes left and right, like a naughty child, frolicking and playing, floating in the bamboo forest, slipping on the bamboo seams, dripping in the soft soil and disappearing without a trace.
"Rain wets people's hearts and the wind awakens them." I closed my eyes quietly, and the wonderful rain and wind circled in the bamboo forest, just like the sound of nature in my ear. Make yourself comfortable. Sniffing faintly, the leaves are fragrant, and the mood is quietly budding, as if you are in a fairyland, away from dust and nitrate.
Listen, listen carefully, in that quiet place, repair bamboo makeup, stand silently, and look up proudly at the boundless Yunshan. The swaying branches and leaves, tall and delicate, have unique charm and are willing to hide in the valley without a trace of dust. Listen, let my originally floating dry heart suddenly feel moist in this warm and quiet bamboo forest, and my heart instantly becomes clear and clear.
"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest. Why not sing and walk? Bamboo poles and sandals are lighter than horses. Who's scared? After so many years of stumbling, I can't tolerate sand everywhere because of my straightforward personality, and I am injured everywhere, which makes me begin to doubt the truth and hypocrisy of this society. It's raining all the time, dancing and singing gently, which makes you willing to throw away your thoughts, express your melancholy and explain your puzzled doubts. It also makes you daydream, makes you feel like a drop of rain, a grass and a flower, and makes you feel that time has stopped, only this quiet bamboo forest.
"Idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to the silence, and the drizzle wets the skirt." Listening, I can't help but integrate my body and heart with nature, and it is so perfect and harmonious that I feel the breadth and emptiness of my heart. Let me forget my past sadness, abandon my past confusion, purify my soul, filter my feelings, and make me happy in silence.
I like listening to rain, and I prefer listening to rain in bamboo forests. What I heard was an artistic conception, a yearning, a long-lost tranquility and clarity in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
The bamboo forest listens to the rain, rhymes in the rain and sings in the heart.