The rain began to become thinner last night, and it fell in a steady patter. The rustling sound of rain continued until the early morning and gradually disappeared. Unknowingly, the dim light of the morning and the chirping of birds awakened me from my deep sleep. The gray clouds in the misty sky piled up on the treetops and buildings. I looked at the hazy images of the world thoughtfully, and there was nothing. One person's path is covered with yellow, yellow and green leaves. The heavy rainwater prevents them from flying freely in the wind. The heavy mist disturbed the humble and upward heads of the flowers and plants, and their low and lost thoughts seemed to bury their pitiful hopes in the dust.
I am afraid that this almost melancholy feeling came from the dream of the lonely self standing on the windowsill, right? When you wake up from a confused dream, you will always feel empathy and touch things unconsciously, and have random thoughts. How could this continuous rain stop for a moment? The sun, moon and stars are floating in the blue night sky. Is it clear and thorough enough? They bathed naked and happily, but they knew how to be shy about showing up, so they took advantage of the night and the thin but complicated clouds to cover them up...
Even if I couldn't sleep well all night and listened to the rain in the middle of the night, I couldn't hear the slightest sound. Feeling the change of seasons, there is quite a bit of autumn atmosphere in this dark space. What matches it is my own indifferent and alienated heart, which is silent and unrestrained, dreaming freely in the vast and boundless thoughts.
Dreams are the cheapest and most convenient self-saving prescription for human beings. The different pronunciations of the word "Bian" indicate that they are cheap and free and can appear anytime and anywhere. They can be bitter or sweet, surprising and joyful, and accompany us from illusion to reality. Who can clearly distinguish reality from fiction? Dreams have become a barrier that depresses the heart. They are neither clear nor lasting. They occasionally disappear quickly and cannot be found or recalled, leaving only an empty realm.
Just like this continuous drizzle, it cannot bring the cold chill that I long for in midsummer. It only gives me a faint sound that penetrates my eardrums all night long. I feel its existence, but I can’t touch it or see it. Trapped in the confinement of the room, I The only thing I can do is to have dreams that I can't control while it talks slowly.
Dreams are both real and illusory. The rain comes slowly and sometimes quickly. time, fast or slow. Leisure time on rainy days is most suitable for dazing or dreaming. In the infiltration of rain, people can become extremely calm and indifferent, and it seems that all enthusiasm can be diluted and passed away. Empress Li lost control in the "gurgling rain outside the curtain", "I didn't know I was a guest in my dream", and left this sad and melancholy last poem before his death. I can't escape the melancholy brought about by this kind of faint sadness, especially in this rainy season, which is cool and quiet, dim and melancholy. Although I can't walk into Dai Wangshu's rain alley, I still have a feeling of sadness like Taixi.
Especially the gentle drizzle, which is free and flowing but not unrestrained and agitated, is like an old woman tiptoeing past her, her footsteps silent. When it was daylight, I opened the curtains, and there was a mist outside. The dark green leaves were covered with raindrops, and the green grass was lightly rippling, just like the sky after the rain in the mountains and forests. It's a pity that I can't use a painting to describe its shades of gray and white with green and smooth dynamic pictures. Even if I take pictures, I can't load this magnificent but melancholy atmosphere into the video. I can only enjoy the flow with my eyes and my heart. Feeling hazy - beauty, if it matches the heart at this moment, it can be called eternity.
Eternity is only a moment, but a moment can last forever.
Because of the existence of time, every touching feeling in life has the desire to put it, and also has the value of its own existence.Just like the moistening of this drizzle, just like that trance dream, in the silent rendering and disturbance, there is suddenly a scene that decorates nature or is depressing and frightening, leaving you to slowly taste and appreciate or have no idea. Thinking of it, my heart seemed to have been touched lightly, and I couldn't let it go completely at once.
Until you see the sun again and restore the wet path to cleanliness, you can no longer remember whether today's rain has anything to do with that time. The raindrops seem familiar but have long since wandered away from your body. Even that inexplicable feeling has suddenly disappeared. Became slightly mysterious and different.
Or you are repeating another dream that is the same but never similar, running in a narrow space, looking in fear in the jungle, falling suddenly from a high altitude, it seems that you can never get out of the fence of yourself or God, until you have to open it. Hazy eyes see clearly the true face of this world.
The clockwork of time is ticking, just like the patter of rain that is not far or near, just like the cry of constant challenge in your dream. What is inaudible or vaguely audible is the most real. Because this will prompt you to try to figure out where and when it comes from. It seems to be there and sometimes not. The only thing that stirs up your feelings is your own breathing, a kind of complete self-emotion blooming.
When you are fully focused, you are yourself. Even if you are alone in complete silence, even if there are noisy cars and horses and crowds of people.
Only when you can keep your inner peace can you have a posture of concentration.
The rain and dreams strung together by time can give people the most motivation to go all out and give them a posture of concentration. So, does time influence rain and dreams, or does rain and dreams shrink time?
is influenced and contracted, opening and relaxing, especially like the delicious winter bacon. In the sunshine or smoke, the seasonal flavor is absorbed into the body bit by bit, and slowly becomes unique and charming. Time has dried up everything in the world. Time also infiltrates all things. With rain, we can see it disappear; with dreams, we wake up at a specific moment.
I was indulged in the rainy dream in the early morning.
Waiting quietly for time to wake up from the dream and come from the rain...
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