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the sky began to drizzle
today is January, I think of the kitchen god in every household looking out the window of the rain, the heart also like the rain as long, soft, next year people will carry the Kitchen God wishes more substantial.
severe winter, the sky began to drizzle, rain intrusion distance overlap houses, damp atmosphere a trifling, like one off the old piece of color, the vicissitudes of the exterior hides a little-known pasts.
rain are the spiritual landscape, whether it is rain torrential rain, or dense, will give the earth bring a fresh impression, is the spilled dripping wet, beat the house drops, is hidden into shy grass, is integrated into the distant full of mystery. Remember Yiruma's Piano Concerto "rain", junior high school when he was happy, yearn for it, the familiar melody can still in my mind clearly recall, however I like this piece of the English translation of KisstheRain, kiss the rain just like the young men and women fall in love, longing to they be not easily won the business. I will complain, wet rain stopped the pedestrian path, or rain and soil adhesion people clean shoes, but I know that's a kind of rain, its original meaning is not to stop the pedestrian way, but in the test people have a calmly accept rain heart and the earth, and the rain is to give people a chance to close to nature, a natural skin and close to the experience, it is now in a busy city and difficult to find traces.
remember when living in the canal side, often rain Piaofei days, I will run out, wearing a printed with the Powerpuff Girls Shorts blouse and a pair of slightly open plastic slippers, went to the canal, the canal to distant rain flow, see the wet moss in tapping the canal water fading in and out. Every time the wet sand and small stones are impregnated with slurry into my slippers, I sometimes stepped on the nature of the small nature will run, and sometimes simply stripped bare feet into slippers, no river station in smooth moss experience that can not stand to fall. When it rains, the canal little ship, occasionally saw one or two vessels shipping coal sand boat along the river flows into the distance, the accumulation of sand hill coal by thick cloth tightly, those thick cloth material I is still not clear. The man in the boat, is probably the seaman, hold very old-fashioned black umbrella, from bow to stern shuttling back and forth. It was a beautiful day, small age need not understand any unnecessary and overelaborate formalities, be reckless with greed, shallow thinking does not need to assume any paper work, intrigues, only the rain, only the river, only a boat, and moss that shallow, all simple like a splash of ink painting, have is blank beauty.
now grown up, when the rain I still like a child doesn't like an umbrella, no friends repeatedly remind even the rain there with a lot of dust, clothes and hair dirty, I do not want to open umbrella, it's like I love the snow.
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