Outside the window, the trees surrounding the South Mountain Cliff have long faded away from the bleak and withered yellow in the autumn, standing bleakly in the wind and rain, the fragile and dark brown leaves are withering in the eyebrows and eyes of winter, like a late woman, at this moment there is no tender and gentle spring, the warm and unrestrained summer, the delicate charm of autumn, a few leaves on some branches and branches are swaying in the rain, the rain gently beats their thin bodies, although the face is lonely and vicissitudes, but the eyes are still cold and resolute, She waited in silence for the lush greenery of the coming spring.

A neighborhood adjacent to us "Shangri-La" is close at hand, under the baptism of this winter rain, it looks particularly beautiful and clean, beyond these buildings, looking into the distance, is the gurgling flow, turquoise and clear Xiujiang water, the other side of the river is the bustling north bank, connecting the south bank and the north bank is a beautiful pontoon bridge in Xiucheng, light blue railings, old gray wooden boards, a few pedestrians holding umbrellas walking on the bridge, the water under the bridge is tightly entangled by the winter rain, rippling dense ripples. I like to repair the city in the rain, there is no dust in the sunny sky, and there is no crowd and hustle and bustle on weekdays, at this time I really want to hold an umbrella, stroll on the pontoon bridge, quietly enjoy the misty scenery of the city, and listen to the rhythm of the river and the rain.

When I listen to the rain, it seems that time has stood still, and at this moment I don't have to worry about trivial life, but indulge in the murmur of the winter rain, and let the time slip quietly from my fingertips; When listening to the rain, I am quiet, brushing away any impetuousness and restlessness in my heart, with the melody of the rain or joy, or expectation, or imagination; When listening to the rain, I perceive the most primitive rhythm of life, the simplicity of ancient nature, we are always busy in the red dust, busy chasing, often neglecting to appreciate the beauty of the journey of life with a simple heart.

Nature has a lot of seemingly ordinary but very beautiful creatures, although small, but in the sky and the earth has her value and meaning of existence, rain not only moistens all things in the world, but also brings a different kind of feelings to people with hearts, when we squirm like a snail in the world, when our hearts are deeply tired, we might as well stop our steps, leave a trace of space in life, occasionally with a romantic and poetic mood to feel the beauty of nature, let this spirit of nature - rain, for us to wash the dust contaminated by the soul, Let a little rain drift in the heart, and become a poetic fragrance.

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