1. What are the poems that describe rain?

Wei Yingwu's "Secluded Residence": Although the high and low are different, they all have camps when they go out.

There is no external attachment, so this is the feeling of living in seclusion. The light rainy night has come, and I don’t know how spring grass grows.

Suddenly dawn has dawned on the green hills, and birds are singing around the house. Sometimes I travel with Taoist figures, or follow the woodcutter.

When you are safe and careless, who can call you Bo Shirong? Du Fu's "Happy Rain on a Spring Night": Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.

Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city. Bai Juyi's "The White-Haired Man in Shangyang": "The shadow of Geng Geng behind the broken lamp on the wall, the sound of dark rain hitting the window" (excerpt) Jiang Kui's "I don't want to go when I see the move": I don't want to listen to the orchestra when I am old, and I don't want to have a glass of wine when I am sick. Convenience.

Life is a rare pre-autumn rain, so beg me to sleep comfortably in the empty hall. Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo": Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly.

Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime. The steep spring breeze blows and wakes me up. It's slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly.

Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there is no wind, rain or eyesight. (My favorite, haha) Fang Yue's "Listening to the Rain": Listening to the rain while sleeping in the bamboo studio, moss grows in the dream.

The door is facing the lonely mountain, and the body is idle and the birds don’t guess. Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream": There is a lonely grassy stream growing beside it, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees.

The spring tide brings rain late in the day, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. One of Wang Zao's "Two Poems on Immediate Matters": The swallows will speak of their young in the deep summer, and there is not much shade in the green locust garden.

No one can see the rain outside the west window, and the plantains are spread out for several feet. Wen Tong's "Hokusai After the Rain": After the rain, two birds come to occupy the bamboo, and in the deep autumn, a butterfly looks for flowers.

Zheng Wenbao's "Liu Zhi Ci": Pavilions and pavilions are tied to the spring pool, until the pedestrians are half drunk; regardless of the smoke and wind and rain, they will cross the Yangtze River south of the Yangtze River. Xu Fu's "Spring Tour to the Lake": When will the swallows fly back? Peach blossoms bloom when dipped in water.

The spring rain breaks the bridge and no one can cross it, and the small boat pushes out of the willow shade. Weng Juan's "April in the Countryside": The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules.

There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields. Zhao Shixiu's "Invitation": It rains every house during the Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the green grass pond.

I didn’t come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall. (What a beautiful artistic conception) Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower": It's cold and rainy night when I enter Wu, and I see off my guest Chu Shangu in the morning.

Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot. Wen Tingyun's "Geng Liu Zi": The sycamore tree and the rain in the middle of the night represent the bitterness of separation and love.

One leaf, one sound, the air drips into the sky. (So ??beautiful that I am speechless) Dai Shulun's "Suxi Pavilion": It's late in spring when the swallows don't return, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain.

Li Shangyin: When you asked about the return date, the autumn ponds swelled with rain at night in Bashan. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?

There are many lyrics, June rain, winter rain in Taipei, meteor shower, rain keeps falling, red rain, blue rain, rain not tears, how are you in a foreign country, in the wind There is a cloud made of rain, etc. These songs all have lyrics about rain. You can check it out. It’s so simple. 1. The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.

(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. (Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn") 3. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

(Du Fu: "Spring Night Happy Rain") 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, the sky is green and people's clothes are wet, (Wang Wei: "In the Mountain") 5. Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, slanting wind and drizzle No need to return. (Zhang Zhihe: "The Fisherman's Song") 6. At night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.

(Lu You: "Wind and Rain on November 4th") 7. During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. (Du Mu: "Qingming") 8. It's cold and rainy night in Wu, and I see off my guests in Chushan in the clear day.

(Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower") 9. The morning rain in Weicheng brings light dust, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Sending the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi") 10. The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and rainy.

(Su Shi: "Drinking the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake") Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. ——Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song" The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows is not cold on your face.

————- Monk Zhinan's "Quequatrains" The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new. ―――Wang Wei's "Sending the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi" There are many towers in the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties in the mist and rain.

――――Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. ――――Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th" Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

――――Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain" Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain - Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River" The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen. ——Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.

---- Du Mu's "Qingming" The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. ——Qin Guan, Song Dynasty, "Huanxi Sha·Momo Qinghan Goes Up to the Small Building" The wind and rain are miserable, and the rooster crows and crows.

Now that I have seen a gentleman, why should I not be barbaric? The wind and rain are blowing, and the rooster crows. Now that I've seen a gentleman, how can I not be confused? The wind and rain are like darkness, and the cockcrow is endless.

Now that I have seen a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy? ——Book of Songs "Wind and Rain" Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There are no mausoleums in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder shakes the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are united, I dare to be with you! ——"Shangxie" by the Yuefu of the Han Dynasty The far-off Altair star is the Han girl on the bright river.

Slender and simple hands, playing tricks on the machine. The whole day is unfinished, and the tears are as cold as rain; the river is clear and shallow, how much longer it is! There is a room full of water, and the pulse is speechless.

——"The Faraway Altair" by Yuefu of the Han Dynasty. It's like water pouring from the east, but there is no sun returning to the west.

The night raindrops fall on the empty steps, and the light leaves the room darkly at dawn. When we feel sorry for each other and we all stop drinking, when will we get together to share our feelings? ——He Xun of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, "Farewell at night before leaving for the old travels" The guest has been missing for a long time, and he has traveled thousands of miles alone.

The river is dark and the rain is about to come, and the waves are white and the wind is beginning to rise. ——He Xun sent each other off during the Southern and Northern Dynasties. Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rain at night.

——"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. There are thousands of miles in Qingcao Lake, but one person walks in the yellow plum rain. I am worried about seeing the night mooring on the beach, the sound of the wind turning the waves and the waves hitting the boats.

——"Lang Tao Sha" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The wind returns, the clouds break, the rain begins to clear, and the light returns to the lakeside, which is warm and bright. The red mountain apricot hair is scattered randomly, and the new green water apple is spread flatly.

The white wild goose with low wings is still heavy in flight, and the tongue is astringent and the oriole language has not been completed. I don’t know that spring in Jiangnan is not good, as I get sick and lose my mood every year.

——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Morning in South Lake" The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate.

——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Pipa Parade and Preface" Red Banjiang Bridge and green wine flag, Guanwa Palace is warm and the sun is setting. Unfortunately, the rain has stopped and the east wind has settled, and thousands of trees are drooping.

——Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty, "Willow Branches" Early in the morning, the cicadas crow and then stop, and the remaining lights go out and light up again. I heard it raining at night through the window, and the sound of bananas came first.

——"Night Rain" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The Badong boat went to Brazil, and the waves were full of wind and rain. 2. Classic famous prose about rain (fragments from it are also acceptable)

1. "The Poetry of Night Rain" - Contemporary Cultural Scholar Yu Qiuyu

It is best to imagine in the night rain that it is right Rich and established. The dim light shines on the dense rain, and the glass windows are cold and cold, turned into a mist by your hot breath. You can see very little, yet you seem to be able to see very far. The wind was not strong, and a gentle burst immediately turned into the sound of falling rain, into denser ripples in the river, and into thicker mud on the road.

At this moment, there is nothing in the world that will interfere with the wind and rain of letting go. You wiped away the fog on the window with your warm fingers and saw countless crystal raindrops on the outside of the window. New mist has risen again, but you still use your fingers to scratch and scratch, and finally draw out the name you are missing.

Night rain is the enemy of travel. It’s not because walking at night is difficult, or because I didn’t bring rain boots and an umbrella. Night rain can make travelers homesick, very deeply. The night rain will make travelers long for comfort, and suddenly realize that they are in a remote and lonely situation, and feel self-pity, forming a bond of passion for thousands of miles.

2. "Random Thoughts on Rain" - Contemporary Poet Wang Guozhen

Walking in the light rain brings a rare sense of comfort.

Listening to the rustling sound of the rain gently hitting the broad leaves of the big-leaf poplar or sycamore tree, the beauty that nourishes the heart, even if it is Richard Clayderman's "Autumn Whispers" flowing from under the piano "The elegant melody is also incomparable. The miraculous creation of nature is truly unparalleled.

The scene of a pair of lovers walking in an alley is nothing short of ordinary. But when it rains, there is a small light blue umbrella in my hand and a beige windbreaker on my body, and the effect is completely different. At first glance, Youth in the Rain is a readable picture. In the north, there are not many rainy days among the 365 days a year. So if one day it rains like poetry or there is poetry like rain, I feel very good.

3. "Impressions of Rain" - Modern Writer Lu Xun

In some places, rain is not disgusting, even if it is not necessarily welcome. I'm afraid I won't get the point by simply talking about the south. I think it's better to explain it in detail. In a place where there are rivers everywhere and the streets are stone roads, the rain is not annoying. Even if there is a flood there, it will always be rainy. It won't make people feel like bitter rain.

My hometown is Shaoxing in eastern Zhejiang, which is a good example of this. In the city, almost every road has a small river parallel to it. As a result, there are many bridges on the streets, large and small boats are used for transportation, and folk food and washing rely on river water. Only people have their own wells to store rainwater for drinks.

The river bank is about four to five feet high. Although it rains a lot, it can accommodate it. Only the upper reaches of the river are flooded, and the gates are blocked and the downstream is blocked, which becomes a flood. However, it is also a disaster in the fields and villages. The river in the city is It won't go ashore.

Therefore, people living in the city don’t have to worry about water pouring into their houses when it rains for a long time, because all the rainwater flows into the river. The river will not be full, but the water can keep flowing. , if it doesn’t stop in the yard or on the street, it’s all related to the stone road.

4. "Listen to the Cold Rain" - Yu Guangzhong, a famous contemporary writer

When the rain hits the trees and tiles, the rhythm is clear and audible. Especially the clang clanging on the roof tiles, that ancient music belongs to China. Wang Yucheng was in Huanggang, where big bamboos as broken as rafters were used as roof tiles. It is said that when one lives on top of a bamboo house, the sound of heavy rain is like a waterfall, and the sound of dense snow is like broken jade. Regardless of whether it is playing drums, chanting poems, playing chess, throwing pots, or singing, the effect is particularly good. Isn't it like living in a bamboo tube? Any small and crisp sounds will be exaggerated and make people's ears allergic.

On rainy days, the roof tiles are floating with wet light, gray and gentle. They are dim when facing the light and dim when the backlight is on. It is a kind of low comfort to the vision. As for the rain hitting the tiles with thousands of petals, from far to near, gently, heavily, gently, there are streams of water flowing down along the tile grooves and eaves, and various percussion sounds and glide sounds are densely woven together. Net, whose fingers are massaging the helix.

"It's raining," the gentle gray beauty came. Her icy delicate hands were playing with countless black and gray keys on the roof, turning noon into dusk.

5. "Autumn Rain" - Modern female writer Zhang Ailing

Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves into a soft net, covering the entire autumn world . The sky is also dark, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The gray-white clouds piled in the sky are like the white powder peeling off the roof. Under the cover of this ancient roof, everything is extremely dull.

The green pomegranates, mulberry trees, and grapevines in the garden just represent the prosperity of the past midsummer. Now they have become the architectural relics of ancient Rome, shivering in the sound of the rain. Remembering the glorious past.

The color of the grass has turned into a melancholy yellow, and no fresh flowers can be found underground; the delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory walls lowered their heads, with tears in their eyes, sighing at their Unfortunately, after only two days of beautiful sunny days, we encountered such a bad and rainy day.

There is only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner. The branches are already decorated with a few tender stamens as precious as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life sprouting.

Baidu Encyclopedia--Yu Qiuyu

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Baidu Encyclopedia--Zhang Ailing 3. Prose about rain

Listening to the Rain"

Text/Ji Xianlin

It started raining early in the morning Rain is coming. Raining is not a rare thing, but this is spring rain. As the saying goes: "Spring rain is as expensive as oil." And in the midst of a rare severe drought, its preciousness can be imagined.

"Moisturizing things silently", the spring rain originally made a very small sound, so small that it was "nothing". However, I am now sitting on the balcony that is divided into a small house, with a big iron sheet on top. The eaves dripping from upstairs hit the iron sheet and made a sound, so it was no longer "silent". According to common sense, I was sitting there, working hard on the same dead text. I should have needed a very quiet environment and a very quiet mood in order to settle down, enter the role, and interpret this book-like thing. This sound of rain hitting iron sheets should be extremely annoying and must be quickly gone.

However, the opposite is true. I sat there quietly and heard the sound of raindrops above my head. At this time, the sound was louder than the silence. I felt infinite joy in my heart, as if I had drunk the fairy dew and inhaled the ecstasy, and I felt as if I was in a state of ecstasy. This sound is sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes loud and sometimes deep, sometimes intermittent. Sometimes it is like the sound of gold and jade vibrating, sometimes it is like a yellow bell and a big cloud, sometimes it is like big and small beads falling on a jade plate, and sometimes it is like red coral and white coral. Sinking in the sea, sometimes it's like playing a plain harp, sometimes like dancing with thunderbolts, sometimes like a hundred birds chirping, sometimes like a rabbit falling and a falcon rising, I'm thinking about it, I can't help myself, my heart is full of joy, and my writing is full of wind. The dead words seemed to come to life, and I seemed to be overflowing with youthful vitality. I have rarely been in such a spiritual state in my life, and it is even more difficult for me to explain it to outsiders.

In China, listening to the rain is originally a matter for elegant people. Although I consider myself not a completely secular person, it is hard to say whether I can be considered a refined person. I am probably an animal between the refined and the vulgar. In ancient Chinese poetry, there are quite a few works about listening to the rain. By the way: it seems to be rare in foreign poetry. My friend Zhang Yong recalled his cousin's poem in a poem: "I often dream of the spring pond and add beautiful lines, and every time I hear the rain at night, I recall our bed together." It is quite poetic. Even Sister Lin in "A Dream of Red Mansions" likes Li Yishan's line "Leave the withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain". The most famous song about listening to the rain is of course "Poppy Beauty" by Jiang Jie of the Song Dynasty. The lyrics are not long, so I will simply copy it:

The young man listens to the rain song upstairs,

The red candle dims the tent.

A young man listens to the rain in a boat,

The river is wide and the clouds are low,

The broken geese call to the west wind.

Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut.

There are stars on my temples.

The joys and sorrows are always ruthless,

Before the first step,

every drop until dawn.

Jiang Jie's mood when listening to the rain was quite complicated. He used the incident of listening to the rain to summarize his life, from boyhood to adulthood to old age, reaching the state of "sorrows and joys, partings and reunions are always ruthless". However, there is a considerable gap between the ancient and modern concepts of oldness. He has "starry hair" and some white hair. He seems to be no more than fifty years old. From today's perspective, he is just somewhere between middle-aged and old. Compared with me, I have reached the age of nine, and my temples are no longer "stars", but the top of my temples are already "Tongshan Tuozuo". When it comes to reaching the state of "the joys and sorrows are always ruthless", I am more qualified than him. I have been able to "ride the waves, neither happy nor afraid."

But why am I so happy listening to the rain today? There is not much elegance here, I am completely a "layman" here. What I think of mainly is wheat, the green wheat seedlings in the vast wilderness. I was born in the countryside. Although I left when I was 6 years old, I could not do any farm work, but I have picked wheat and beans, cut grass, and split sorghum leaves. The blood of farmers flows in my veins. Until today in my old age, I have had deep feelings for farmers and rural areas throughout my life. The highest hope of farmers is to harvest more grain. A drought threatens the growth of crops. Even though I have lived in the city for a long time, when it rains a little, I will look at the clouds and feel anxious, no less anxious than the farmers. In spring in the north, there is a drought nine times out of ten years. This year it seems that the drought has taken over again. I listen to the weather forecast every day and observe the clouds in the sky. Burning with worry, nothing can be done.

What I also saw in my dream was drizzle.

This morning, my dream came true. I was sitting on this balcony, which was only a few feet long and wide, and when I heard the sound of rain above my head, I couldn't help but feel like I was traveling thousands of miles away, feeling relaxed and happy. In the large and small wheat fields, some square and some skewed, every leaf seems to have opened its small mouth, sucking in the sweet raindrops heartily, like nectar falling from the sky. It was a little yellow at first, but now it has become Green. It was green before, but now it's even greener. The universe was filled with warmth and peace out of thin air.

My heart was taken back again, to Yanyuan, to the hill next to my building, and to the lotus pond in front of my door. My favorite February orchid is in bloom. They struggled desperately out of the soil, withstood the drought, and reluctantly bloomed small red and white flowers. The color remained the same, but bright and without a trace. Looking at it gave people a feeling of being alone. In the lotus pond, the lotus flowers that have just woken up from hibernation are preparing to hit the water with force. Of course there is no shortage of water. However, the fine raindrops drew small circles on the water surface, which were fleeting and reborn. This is something that poets among humans would appreciate. The little lotus became happy and became more energetic after seeing it. It will definitely get out of the water soon.

My heart became one level closer. It was on this balcony and in my own voice. The tinkling above my head was still there, and I felt very happy. But I am constantly worried that it will suddenly stop. I concentrated on praying silently, wishing that the sound of rain would continue to sound for a long time and never stop.

. 4. In which article by Lin Qingxuan quoted the phrase "the whole life will last for a while"

Lin Qingxuan's "Fleeing Love" When he was a child, he was in the west wing of his hometown, his sister When I was talking about Dongpo's poetry, I was surprised once when he mentioned the sentence in "Ding Feng Bo", "Once the mist and rain fade away, the whole life will be spent", as if I saw an old man with a bamboo stick and mango shoes walking alone on the river and lake road. There was mist and rain in front of and behind me, and there was a long road leading to the distant sky. "Why did he?" I asked. "He didn't want anything." My sister said, "So in the end, I looked back to the place where I came to play the flute. "It's neither windy nor sunny". "It would be too lonely. He should bring a bottle of wine, a love, and a passion." "I have soared in the mist and rain, and walked in the rain." , I have everything, so what else can I do? As the saying goes, "There is no place to live except in the mist, and there is nothing left in life". Once the things in life have passed, no matter how intense it is, it is normal." Only when I got older did I know that "a bamboo stick is better than a horse. , who is afraid? It is not easy to achieve the state of living a life in the mist, because there are many things in life that cannot be escaped, and fame and wealth are secondary; at least like a pot of wine, a love, and a passion. Nothing is easy to escape, especially love. I remember a story written by the Japanese novelist Musha Koji Sanetsu. It is said that there was a Kume sage who was quite miserable in love in the world. In order to escape from love, he went to the mountains to practice hard and became a Taoist, and he traveled around the world for a day. In a certain place, I saw a girl wearing a veil with very white feet. Immortal Jiumi was dazzled by her. She suddenly thought about it and fell from the clouds. It can be seen that escaping love is not something that can be achieved through hard work. I feel that "escape from love" "It must come to you on a whim, and a good hand can find it by chance. It is just like writing poetry, and it is also the same as drinking. When you are drunk and chanting wildly, the poems come out like syrup. At this time, you can use strong wine to warm up your cold dreams and suddenly realize it. If you are suffering, After practicing hard, you may reach the state of "good dreams come and go, and the cold spring seems to come and go", and you are still far away from escaping love. Therefore, when you see the Huansha girl with "messy hair and rough clothes, not covering up the beauty of the country", you will fall into the clouds. In the winter of last year, I suffered a huge emotional trauma. I once fled to Hualien to escape love. Under the stars and the cold moon, I talked to the monks about the pain of love in this world. Even the monks couldn't hold back tears when we talked about the desolation. If Someone asked me: "What is love in the world?" I would answer: "It is something that cannot be escaped." Even the collision of cold stones will create fire. In fact, there is fire in every stone, which shows that no matter how cold things are, It also has a sensual quality, so how can love escape? Love is like a big basin, no matter how good the fish is, it can't swim out of the basin. Even if people can forget each other in the rivers and lakes, love is bigger than the rivers and lakes. I think the most effective way to escape love may be to be braver. Love, because love can make you sick, can also cure diseases; if the fragrance spreads all over the world, no matter how beautiful and fragrant the girl is, there is nothing she can do. The lover is majestic, standing thousands of feet high, but you can't see it from below. From a high place, you can't see the bottom, which makes you shudder. However, if you walk a few times on Qianren, it will not be so scary. The Neo-Confucian Cheng Mingdao once attended a friend's banquet with his younger brother Cheng Yichuan. During the banquet, a friend invited a prostitute to have sex with him. Yichuan sat upright without squinting, while Mingdao didn't care. He continued to eat and drink. After the banquet, Yichuan scolded Mingdao for being disrespectful, ersonName w:st="on" ProductID="Mingdao" Mr. MingdaosonName> replied: "There is a prostitute in the eyes, but no prostitute in the heart!" This is such a free and easy mind. It is exactly the same as "the clouds and the moon are the same, but the mountains and rivers are different", which is a state that ordinary people cannot reach. When it comes to escape Love is not just the love that escapes from the world, sometimes the care in the heart is also the love. Once, when the warm fragrance was blowing and the moon was blowing, I got drunk with my friends in Bitan. After getting drunk, I changed into a Mulan boat and wanted to go boating and drink. My friend Said: "You also need Chu Da Kuo, you also need big rivers to flow, and you have to be unable to see the front and back before you can drink wine to the moon again." Refuse to die, this is because you have worries in your heart, even if you worry about Chu Tian Dajiang, you can't worry about it in the end. We must not forget it. I once mentioned a story in "Ci Yuan Cong Tan": The following weekend, there was a Shi family's tea house in Bianjing. A beggar came to ask for a drink. Shi family's young daughter respected him. One month later, her father found out and beat her. Instead of shrinking back, she worshiped Yijin. The beggar said to the girl, "Would you like to drink my leftover tea?" The girl disliked it, so the beggar poured part of the tea on her On the ground, a strange aroma filled the room, so the girl drank the remaining tea and felt refreshed and healthy. The beggar said to the girl, "I am Lu Xian. Although you are not destined to drink all my remaining tea, I still feel refreshed and healthy." Let you ask for a wish." The girl only wished for longevity, and Lu Xian left a few words: "Ziwu is a meal of the essence of the sun and the moon, and the gate of Yuanguan is opened and closed. If you look like this, you can live a lifetime and cook the yin and yang carefully." Floating away. This story made me realize that all emotions are forgotten, "

"Cook the yin and yang carefully" is really the realm of gods. The girl surnamed Shi is already rare in the world, but she still can't forget her longevity and disgust. In the end, she still failed. It can be seen that love is not only impossible to escape, but also cannot be sought. The more you move forward in life, the more you feel The meaning of Su Dongpo's words "I can live my whole life in mist and rain" and "There is neither wind, rain nor sunshine". I think Dongpo also has "three parts of spring scenery, two parts of dust, and one part of running water. Look closely at the poplar flowers, and they are like tears of separation." There are the sentiments of "I hope you will live forever, thousands of miles away from the beauty of Chanjuan", there is the sentiment of "I miss my old friend Boss, the romance has not diminished, I look back in the sky, in the mist"; there is also the sentiment of "If I wait for you to come here, I will spend more time with you". He couldn't bear to touch the wine before. His love was so cold that it made him shed pink tears, and his love was so cold. It can be seen that "a coop of mist and rain will last his whole life" is just his yearning. How can love escape?————————. 5 . Lin Qingxuan's famous sayings

Lin Qingxuan's famous sayings

1. Facing the unmanageable life, old age, illness and death, we can always find our spiritual hometown through inheritance and transformation. , but dreams are always the most beautiful.

2. I have lived with a desire to die, been forced to transcend, and have taken the initiative to transcend. Regardless of whether the dream comes true, it is always the most beautiful.

3. Live happily in the present and do your best.

4. After sweeping away today’s fallen leaves, tomorrow’s leaves will not fall today. Don’t worry about tomorrow and live hard. At this moment today.

5. Over the years, I have sympathized with those who are the most stubborn, the most pitiful, the most humble, and the most rejected by society. I always remember what the teacher said: In this world, caring is The most powerful.

6. Every time you change, you will always receive a lot of puzzled looks, and sometimes even cold eyebrows, but you should be grateful for good times and bad times. A soft heart embraces the world. A soft heart is the most powerful. 7. The most beautiful petals are soft, the greenest grassland is soft, and the vastest sea is soft. The boundless sky is soft, and the clouds flying freely in the sky are the softest!

The softness of our hearts can be more beautiful than petals, greener than grassland, wider than the ocean, and wider than the sky! More boundless, more comfortable than clouds. Softness is the most powerful and the most constant.

8. Life is so beautiful, I suggest you take more deep breaths, appreciate the freshness of the air, and appreciate the beauty of things. When I drink water, I always think that this may be the most delicious water I have ever drunk. I must always maintain a kind of love and learn to appreciate beauty. Only love and beauty are the home of the soul.

9. Enlightenment, the joys and pains of life are all awakenings

Reference materials: "Pure Lotus", "Qing Bu Xuan Lin Qingxuan" 6. Lin Qingxuan's poems and prose about landscapes

If Wheat Has No Test

Lin Qingxuan

God came to the land he created on a whim one day for a walk. He was very happy to see the wheat in the farmland bearing fruit. God thought he would not be recognized because no one in this world had seen God for a long, long time. Unexpectedly, a farmer in the wheat field easily recognized him. The farmer came forward to say hello to God and said: "Merciful God! You are finally here. In the past fifty years, I have not stopped praying for a day, looking forward to your coming, and finally you are here."

God said : "For fifty years, you have been praying. What are you praying for?"

"I am always praying for good weather. I pray that there will be no heavy rain, no snow, no earthquake, and no drought this year. "No hail, no insect pests, but no matter how hard I pray, it never comes true," the farmer said.

God replied: "I created the world, I also created wind and rain, I created drought, I created locusts and birds. What I created is a world that cannot be what people want."

The farmer knelt down and kissed God's feet: "Almighty Lord! Can you agree to my request next year? It only takes one year. No wind, no rain, no scorching sun and disasters. I don't care about other people's fields. Can you? Give me a year?"

God said: "Okay! Next year it will be as you wish."

The farmer's field produced many ears of wheat. Since there were no violent storms, scorching sun or disasters, there were twice as many ears of wheat as usual. The farmers were very excited and happily waited for the day of harvest.

When it was time to harvest, something strange happened. The farmer’s ears of wheat did not produce a single grain of wheat.

The farmer found God and asked: "Merciful God, what is going on? Have you made some mistakes?"

God said: "I didn't Get anything wrong, and once you avoid all trials, the wheat becomes incompetent. For a grain of wheat, hard work is inevitable, wind and rain are necessary, the scorching sun is necessary, and locusts are necessary to wake them up. The inner soul of wheat; the human soul is the same as the soul of wheat. If there is no test, human beings are just an empty shell. ”