In a foreign land, it rained melancholy in this season of longing.

It was late at night, and I couldn't sleep, so I simply sat up, leaned on a lone lamp, and listened to the rain quietly. Outside the window, the rain is falling happily, but it seems that something is missing, kind? Familiar? Or is this rain not mine? I remembered a quote from Mr. Yu Qiuyu: "On a rainy night, you use your warm fingers to scratch the fog on the window, and you see countless crystal droplets of water on the outside of the window." A new mist came up again, and you still used your fingers to scratch the name in your mind. "I didn't scratch the window with my fingers, but I unconsciously carved a deep trace in my heart - the rain in my hometown!

The hometown is a small county town, although it is not more elegant than the ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, but it is also rainy, but it also has a graceful posture in the rain, but it also has a hazy beauty.

I remember when I was a child, every rainy day, I loved to lie on the small balcony, looking at the misty green hills, the misty river, and the misty houses in the distance; Look at the umbrella flowers in the near distance, the speeding cars, and watch the cars drive by and splash......

At that time, my heart was full of clumsy fantasies: What is on the other side of the mountain? The sea, the city, or the paradise of the gods? Is it raining the same way there? Where did this rain come from? Heavenly? Where is the heavens in heaven?

The rain was still pouring down, and I was not good at words, but I only knew how to pull my father's shirt and exclaim, "Oh, how beautiful! My father touched my hand, and said, "Yes, how beautiful! ”…… Rustle of falling leaves, snow and rain......

In the sound of the rain, I had a pleasant childhood; In the sound of the rain, I am no longer the happy child who used to lie on the balcony, I have learned to be troubled and depressed.

But I still love to watch the rain. When I was happy, I watched the rain, and the sound of the rain told me: "I am proud." ”

When I was frustrated, I watched the rain, played a sad music, and whispered "Xiaoxiao Rain Break" to refresh myself.

The rain in my hometown shares the joys, sorrows and sorrows of my growth, and guides me on the road ahead. I once wrote in my diary: "You are the rain of my hometown, I am the rain of your hometown!" "Now, in order to create a better future for myself, I left my hometown to study in a foreign land, probably because "the moon is my hometown", I always feel that the rain in a foreign land is not as good as the rain in my hometown. Whenever the rain in a foreign land came, I unconsciously thought of the rain in my hometown, and pictures appeared in front of me: mountains in the rain, water in the rain, houses in the rain, people in the rain, a child lying on the balcony, pulling his father's shirt and shouting: "Oh, how beautiful!" ”