in the spring in the mountains, the wind is warm and the rain is very gentle, sometimes even if there is nothing, it is as fine as a cloud. The scenery in the rain is an oil painting. Every morning, I open my sleepy eyes and open the bamboo curtain of the window to enjoy the view in the deep mountains. The green hills on one side are like an irrelevant ink painting, with simple lines but clear and calm eyes, like black and white films flowing from above. The closer you get to the picture, the more fresh and dynamic it will be.
The rain in the mountain forest is often surrounded by thin clouds, like a mysterious gauze wrapped between the hill and the mountainside, otherwise there is no such thing as apricot blossom and misty rain. The rain in spring is a new thing brought by spring. The rain has never been heavy, and the veil has never been heavy, so ethereal and illusory. The rain on Mengshan came without any warning, unconsciously, sometimes in the early morning, sometimes at night, and sneaked into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. When spring comes, the rain will follow. Even if it doesn't come, people will miss and look forward to it. Spring rain is as expensive as oil. Therefore, farmers are called spring rains and showers.
it's not that there's no notice at all, but there are always a few times occasionally. In spring, just after the fright, the sky suddenly warms up. You will think that spring has gone and summer has come, and you can't wait to change clothes. But when you put on a thin coat instead of a heavy cotton-padded jacket, your face suddenly changed, gloomy and windy that day. This night, you not only heard the wind, but also tossed and turned this night. Sleep in spring sometimes doesn't belong to you. It belongs to nostalgia, which can go away for decades at a time. In short, there will be some dreams, which are related to your memory. Often, they take you into the spring. It's the wind blowing in the mountains, and it's raining in the mountains. You are in the city, or on the mountains, and there is no noise in the city on the night of spring rain.
When one dream wakes up and enters another dream, the spring rain really starts to rain, knocking on the continuous thoughts and ticking on the eaves. That night, the dream never stopped, and the spring rain never stopped, just like two loveless, on-off and on-off, each ending in his own world. Because good rain knows the season, when spring happens, the spring rain becomes a matter of course, and it becomes a beat, a melody, and that tone is melodious or abrupt, which is even sweeter than the music in Yimeng Mountain Minor. When I walked out of the house in the morning, I found that there were leisurely green hills, white clouds everywhere, apricot flowers to keep out the rain, and the beautiful scenery was intoxicating. It was already a picture of people painting and mountains and rivers in harmony. The misty rain in spring not only moistens nature, but also moistens spring.
The spring rain in Mengshan is easy and slow. It's not like summer rain, the wind and rain are sudden, and the zither strings are gurgling. The apricot blossom rain in Mengshan is chord-like, ups and downs, but moderate. Even if the pearls and jade fall, they will end up very stylish and neat, not like a bead curtain, splashing all over the floor and falling into an uncontrollable mess. The spring rain is the gold thread woven by the weaver girl and the silver thread pulled by the embroiderer girl, which falls to the ground and is so elegant and elegant. The rain in spring is a falling' dream', which hits the body and quietly feels nothing; The rain in spring is apricot blossoms, which are wet with clothes, thrilling and full of interest. This silk-like rain is tied with spring at one end and summer at the other.
I have been to Mengshan in summer, which is not a scenic spot and few people have set foot there. Everything grows naturally, including the houses that people in the mountains have lived in for generations, fences, old coarse cloth that is dried on the lintel, and the stone tablets carved by the local people in front of and behind the mountain, all of which are so primitive. No desire, no earthly taste. However, the whole mountain area gives me the feeling that they are flourishing and full of life. When the rain came, the air was dull, and for about half a day, Shan Yu came in a hurry. It really belongs to the rain in the mountains, stormy and sudden. On the roadside, I saw a little rabbit flying away, which attracted tourists to chase and shout. I also saw a pheasant sticking out of a messy grass not far from me, jumping out of the messy grass, and flying to an unknown mountain valley with a honk, which made people feel lost.
Now, it's still spring. On the mountain, it's raining again. Outside the mountain at this time, it is March 3, when kites fly all over the sky, and tourists are weaving and butterflies are flying all over the sky. The shock has passed, and in the field, someone has raised the bullwhip, shouted, and the land and seeds have started a new round of gestation. Now, in the spring of Mengshan, the crops in the mountain are also planted. The rain makes every seed lucky, and they get the care of spring. They will repay this care with full fruits. In reality, does the seed know how to be grateful? I don't know, when humans don't know how to answer, and they can't get satisfactory answers, you can ask a seed, ask the soil under its feet, and the soil and seeds will tell you what is the greatest happiness.