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Appreciation of Yuxuan Tingyu's prose

Appreciation of Yuxuan Listening to the Rain Prose

It’s the rainy season again, and it’s the season of listening to the rain. Every year, at this moment of leaning against the window and listening to the rain, the raindrops hit the depths of my heart one by one. At this place, the silence was shocked, and the thoughts were disrupted. There were slight injuries and wisps of pain. Drops of drizzle fell in the air. Use your hand out of the window to touch the temperature of the raindrops, and let the desolate raindrops fly elegantly with the sadness of lovesickness.

They met in the rainy season, that rain that year, that rain came so unexpectedly, without any preparation, without an umbrella or a raincoat, so Zichen could only hide in He took shelter from the rain in his duty room. It felt like the rain was falling for the two of them, suddenly shortening the distance between them. And that rain, when I think about it now, is still so clear.

After the rain, Xiao Jun stood on the hill on the east side of the town for two consecutive evenings, hoping to see Zichen reappear in his field of vision. If it continues to rain today, Xiaojun will take the oil-paper umbrella prepared for Zichen and walk down the long rainy alley of the small town, relying on Zichen under the umbrella. Because Xiao Jun had already felt it, and the rain fell to the bottom of his heart.

The rain during that encounter came when Xiaojun was working the night shift. It was time to work the night shift again. During that time, Xiao Jun always had so many night shifts. Several colleagues had family matters, so they unanimously handed over the night shift to Xiao Jun. Needless to say, the reason was that he had no family and no job, so he slept on the job. Not much different from sleeping in a dormitory.

As expected, Zichen came again, staying with her sister in bed, fetching water for her sister, and tidying up the clothes and quilts. All of this was known to Xiao Jun, who was doing night shift rounds. When she came, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered. Inquiring about his condition also seemed a bit incoherent, and his eyes would involuntarily turn to her standing next to him. Xiao Jun quickly changed his gaze and quietly evacuated.

The rain started to fall again, and the raindrops knocked wantonly on the glass window of his duty room. The sound was so loud that he could not even hear her knocking on the door clearly. She said she was borrowing his pen, and Xiao Jun handed it to Zichen. Then Xiaojun waited for a long time, waiting for Zichen to return the pen. When she actually came to repay the pen, Xiaojun fell into panic again. He didn't know how to talk to her and how to make Zichen stay more. Talk to her a few more words. He felt that she could see his panic and that he could no longer hide his feelings. It was the rain outside the window that helped me find some topics to talk about. He could see that she wanted to continue talking to him like this, and she could also see that he didn't want her to leave. It rained all night this time, and they also talked for a long time. That night of rain, Zichen stayed by his sister's bed and did not go back. He was so close to Xiaojun's duty room, and it seemed that he could hear Zichen's voice. Chen's breathing. That night, he couldn't sleep at all. He thought that she would never fall asleep. Just like him, she was tossing and turning.

It was the night shift two days later, and it was drizzling again. On the rainy night, Zichen told Xiaojun, sister My illness is not getting better, so I have to move to a big city for treatment. Xiao Jun regretted and lamented that he was not good at medical skills and could not rejuvenate. Without his sister living in his ward, he doesn't know if she can come here again, and whether he can see her again.

A few days later, Xiao Jun asked Zichen about his sister's condition and asked Zichen to watch a movie. Zichen did not refuse, and they both walked into the theater in the rain. In the days that followed, they were no different from other lovers. They went to pick flowers, go on outings, play by the water, and their favorite thing was listening to the rain by the window on a rainy day.

A year later, in the rain, Xiao Jun sent Zichen to an adult college recommended by his employer. On the way back from the station, Xiao Jun felt very heavy. He felt so cold at night, his whole body was sore and weak, and his head was dizzy. He took some antipyretic medicine and took it. He didn't even bother to eat anything, so he fell on the bed and fell asleep. , I don’t know how long I slept, and I didn’t think about getting up when I woke up. I continued to sleep in a daze, and it took at least two or three days to slowly get better.

In the rain, Xiao Jun left the small town and returned to his hometown city.

The following years are filled with listening to the rain. The sweetness of listening to the rain and the bitterness of listening to the rain are intertwined. Every time I hear the rain, it touches the sadness deep in my heart.

The original Tingyu used to be so beautiful, because Tingyu was with Zichen, but now the only person who listens to the rain is Xiaojun without her. Tingyu has a different concept and different meaning from the past. The original Tingyu Yu's happiness has changed into the current incompleteness and desolation. He didn't want their memories to be blurred, and he didn't want the summer engraved in their memories to be unclear. But at this time, the memory is already a water painting like smoke, everything disappears, the past that cannot be returned, the past that cannot be returned.

Xiao Jun wondered: Do you now occasionally think of that day that year and the rain when I was on the night shift? The time I spent the night talking to each other in front of the window of Yuxuan, lighting up the lamp and talking for a long time, do I still think of the days when we watched the rain side by side, leaning on each other and cherishing each other? Do you still remember that I was the closest person to you? If you were deeply attached to me, if you also shed tears alone. Facing us who cannot see each other, let our missing hearts reappear in the lonely drizzle. Get together.

It seems like you are right next to me, with tears streaming down your face, and your vague and illusory appearance cannot be touched. But the reality is that you are so far away from me, as far away as the horizon. I know that there is a kind of distance that makes my heart miss you more, but it also makes my feelings feel more sad. I cut off a strand of my feelings and let them fly in the drizzle sky, bringing you a touch of tenderness. Falling in your heart, I only hope you can feel my deep lovesickness. The rain all over the sky, the tears of lovesickness all over the sky, that is the sad call of my love, calling you.

Xiao Jun thought: How I wish I could hold up the oil-paper umbrella prepared just for you and walk down the long rainy alley in the small town. The quaint little houses on the side of the alley have their doors open, and there are people standing at the door. The standing girl looked at us, watching our retreating figures. I saw the waist-length hair you had grown for me in your previous life, and the purple clothes you were wearing that I gave you in my previous life. Our encounter in the rain in this life is because we have known each other in the previous life, and the acquaintance in the previous life was also in the rainy season. I have called you thousands of times and dreamed of you thousands of times before we met in the rain in this life. In fact, I shouldn't prepare this oil-paper umbrella for you, because you will pass me by under this oil-paper umbrella. "Umbrella" and "San" have the same pronunciation, which makes people unlucky. This long and long rain alley, this long and long drizzle, so I believe that in your previous life, you must have walked in this rain alley, and that day there must have been such a thin, drizzle of rain.

Xiao Jun said: How many times have I listened to the raindrops falling, and my old lovesickness has covered up the June sky and the June rain. I give the heart fragrance of tears to the incomplete dream, and really want to relive your breath again. Listening to the raindrops outside the window, watching the swallows returning home in pairs at dusk, but the person I miss day and night, where is your home? Where did your footsteps stop?

Xiao Jun thought: I thought that with you, I would have everything, I thought that with you, I would have the whole world, and with you, I would have happiness. From the starting point, I can wander in the ocean of happiness with you to my heart's content. How could I have thought that this fate would be so short-lived? Just like duckweeds on the sea, we would face going our separate ways after meeting for a short time. They say that you can grasp the hand you can't hold. It took longer, but this unreachable distance left a kind of pain that couldn't be let go. Losing our past has shattered all my hopes and dreams, but continuing to keep this memory has left me with nothing but pain. I tried to get rid of this painful memory, but it was very difficult. How do you ask me to make a choice? Which item should I leave out? Stopping and looking back, when love is deep, it is loneliness, when love is strong, it is separation, and all that is left behind when waving is pale, like the raindrops that disappear after falling on the water.

She walked out of the drizzle, with raindrops floating on her hair. She followed his expectant gaze, looking for traces of her past life in the virtual and the real. The raindrops bloomed with faint emotions on his body, just like the fragrant memory when he missed her.

His heart called her thousands of times, and he really wanted to ask: "Inexplicable you in an inexplicable place, do you still remember that woman who shed sorrow all over the place? Do you still remember that we once had a relationship in this rainy season? "The long rain in the long rain alley, in this long dream, he lit a candle, brewed a pot of fragrant tea, and listened to her whisper: The wind blows away the fallen flowers, and the night comes Listening to the rain... The rain outside the window is still falling gently. It has been like this all these years without any change, just like his mood is still lingering in sadness for a long time without changing, and just like this can't Changed ending. Xiao Jun thought: I won't resent you. You left my world and I didn't stay in your life. I don't want to continue reluctantly. The main reason is that the memory that stays in my heart cannot be shaken out no matter how hard I fight. I have missed you countless times and called you countless times. You are so far away from me. Where do you stop? Xiao Jun thought: Now my heart is full of sadness, the memory of that season has almost become a lifelong obsession, in and out of dreams, the rainy season of longing. Tears are shed like rain for you, and I have tasted the pain and suffering of lovesickness. I clearly know that a rain is an injury, but at this moment, I only have the company of this rain, and I dare not leave this rain anymore. It seems that I can find your message in the raindrops and smell your breath. Rain is so nostalgic and obsessed.

The rain season after season has no end. All the fatigue, all the sadness, all the longing,,,,, in the end, only the reunions and encounters in dreams are left, this incomplete dream, this bitter dream, this dream that soaked the pillow towel. Teardrops. I don't want to wake up from the dream, and I feel so sad and scared when I wake up.

I miss the rainy season when I met her. It seems like you can smell her breath every time it rains. As long as you are in this rain, there will be many past memories that will come to mind, remembering how they once met and how they depended on each other. Every time in his dream, he and she depended on each other day and night, but after waking up from the dream, he didn't know where she was now. He wanted to tell Zichen the endless words he had been saying over the years, and the painful parting over the years. He didn't want to leave her. Having her in this life was the most beautiful memory of Xiao Jun's life. Every falling rain is his teardrop, and his tears are the rain of lovesickness. In the wind and rain, his heart is still full of tears, and his heart is still lonely memories, and he is searching hard for the one who can never come back. Once upon a time, looking for the past that cannot be returned.