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The Enchantment of Winter Rain |
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You may not have the tenderness of spring rain, the temper of summer rain,
or the magnificence of autumn rain. You possess your own character and
unique style, with a mix of gentleness and impatience, grandeur and
determination. You are carefree and rebellious, with a hint of stubbornness.
You come and go as you please, with black clouds unable to catch up and the
wind already awaiting your arrival. You are the winter rain.
I have experienced the gentle rain of spring, the thunderous downpour of
summer, and the majestic rain of autumn, yet I dare not seek your counsel.
You have the season as your ally and the weather to protect you, and you
have your own unique taste.
Sitting alone by the window, I watch the drizzle outside through the glass.
The raindrops tap against the windows and the glass, emitting a faint and
crisp sound. Suddenly, my thoughts wander far away, as though I am sitting
by the window listening and watching the rain, but my mind has already
drifted into the rain, carried by the wind. Everything is shrouded in rain,
appearing especially peaceful. In the fields, the rainwater is absorbed and
slowly seeps into the soil, making it soft and pliable. Farmers no longer
need to exert too much effort or worry about the irrigation of their fields
during the Spring Festival, because of the rain. Their lives become easier
under the nourishment of the winter rain. The rain patters on the trees,
wiping away the dust on their leaves, making them fresh and green once
again. The rain falls on ponds and streams, and the fish swim to the surface
to breathe in the fresh air brought by the winter rain. Winter rain has
seasons to rely on and weather to protect it, giving it a different kind of
taste.
What I need is the winter rain, to brush away the failures that haunt me and
push me to the edge of defeat.
My heart and the rain are carried by the wind and beat against my face and
my heart. I realize the window has been opened without my noticing it, and
my heart returns with raindrops, nourishing my face and my soul. |
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