At that time, I was only six years old, sleeping in my mother's warm arms in my hometown of Yongjia, Zhejiang. It was dawn, and I was relieved to hear the rain on the back of the tile. Because of the rainy days, my mother doesn't have to get up early to cook, so she can lie under the hot bed for a while. I can't bear to sleep, and I won't let my mother sleep, clamoring for her to tell stories. My mother closed her eyes and told me a story about a rainy day: there was a blind man who didn't bring an umbrella on a rainy day. A passer-by saw his pity and took him home with an umbrella. When the blind man came home, he said that the umbrella was his. He said that the two ribs of his umbrella were tied with twine and there was a hole in the handle. You are absolutely right. It turned out that he touched it with his hands while walking. The umbrella owner smiled and gave it to him.
I said this blind man is good or bad! Mom said, not bad, because he is too poor. The owner of the umbrella thinks that he really should have an umbrella before giving it to him. I looked at my mother's face in the early morning light. Her forehead is square, her eyebrows are thin and long, and her eyes are narrowed into a line. My first teacher said that the bodhisattva has a pair of kind eyes, and her mother must look exactly like the bodhisattva.
It is raining harder and harder. As soon as my mother got up, I followed. Without breakfast, I put on my uncle's old boots and played in the yard in the rain. I floated the small wooden boat carved by Arongbo in the ditch, and in the middle sat the scarlet "girl in cloth" sewed by my mother. Hydrangea petals swirl around the small wooden boat and flow forward together.
(5) It's raining, and the long-term workers don't leave the field. They all squat behind the big barn and push the row for nine. I held Xiaohua Mall in my arms, and then I sat in Arombo's arms, waiting for Arombo to peel the crispy fried beans and send them to my mouth. Eat enough beans before eating sesame candy, and eat oranges when you are dry. At one time, many policemen were pushed to the east and west. Whoever wins or loses is equally interesting, as long as it rains heavily. On rainy days, teachers will be late. He has beriberi, so it is inconvenient to walk on the ridge road with spikes. The teacher asked me to learn Chinese characters, and Arongbo would tell him, "Koharu has a stomachache and is sleeping." The teacher won't come to me with an umbrella. Mom, as long as I don't disturb her.
It's Huangmei day in May, and it's sticky everywhere. My mother complained about going in and out, but my father sat on the porch enjoying the rain with Yixing teapot. There are all kinds of flowers and trees in the yard. After a shower, the new green branches spread their wings playfully and hold delicate flowers. My father lit them with a long pipe and told me that this was lilac and that was red. Dali flowers and gladiolus are competing to open, and osmanthus is scattered with a faint fragrance. Gao Yulan near the wall is covered with trees, which wither quickly in rainy days. I have to get up quickly and pick a basket for my neighbors. The water drops on the leaves of Magnolia grandiflora are all fragrant.
⑦ Drummers always grope their way in from the back door of my house on rainy days, sitting on the bench in the kitchen and singing "Qin Xuemei's Funeral" and "Zheng Yuanhe Learn Beggars". Mom listens while cooking. Sing in the hall at night, please listen to all the neighbors. In the middle of the spacious hall, a bright gas lamp was on and hissed. As soon as the gas lamp is on, I feel happy, and I can't tell you how happy I am. It's raining harder and harder, and Mr. Blind's drum is beating louder and louder. When I sang Meng Lijun and Qin Xuemei, my mother and my fifth uncle cried their eyes red, so I ate fried rice cakes and peanut candy. Father sneaked into the study to write his Tang Poetry.
⑧ The rainy season is the most in August and September. There was no weather forecast at that time, and it was up to experienced long-term mothers to look up at the sky to predict the weather. Cloud feet grew hairy and flew to the northwest, knowing that a typhoon was coming. There is a millet hill under the corridor, and it will be moldy if it is not dried for a few days. The mildew of millet is Qingge (qū). Mom asked me and my little helper to sort out the songs one by one, otherwise there would be more and more. This job is really fun, so I hope it won't be sunny all the time. There are more and more concerts and there is no need to study.
If I don't grow up, I can always be immersed in the joy of rain. But who can not grow up? I went to middle school in Hangzhou. On a rainy day, I stood under a buttonwood tree in France, and the water drops on the tip of the umbrella fell on the back. I feel a sense of desolation and loneliness.
Attending a walk in Xizi Lake in the rain. I stopped to stare at the blue jade lake and the low-pitched plum blossoms, but
I heard the melodious flute in the crane pavilion. The piper came up to me slowly and whispered to me, "My lifelong confidant is plum blossom."
I also smiled and pointed to the lake and said, "Look, Meihua is also waiting for a bosom friend." Our clothes were wet, so we brought an umbrella back.
That was many years ago. The flute is deep and far away, but I can still hear it vaguely, in the rain. ...
1, Qi Jun (19 17-2006), formerly known as Pan Xizhen. Contemporary female writers and essayists in Taiwan Province Province. Most of his works are essays and children's stories. 19 17 was born in an old-fashioned family in Quxi Township, ouhai district, Wenzhou City, Zhejiang Province. 14 years old studied in a missionary middle school. In addition, Pan Anbang (196 1-20 13), a Taiwanese folk singer famous for Grandma's Penghu Bay, is Qi Jun's nephew.
2. There are more than 30 kinds of essays, novels and children's literature works, including Smoke Sorrow, Red Deng Sha (won the literary creation award of Zhongshan Prize), Sleeping with a Dream Book for Three Nights, Bun, Snuff Rain, Reading and Life, There are Peaks and Moons in a Thousand Miles, Walking with Me, and For Others.
3. The novel "Orange is Red" was adapted into a TV series by Taiwan Province Public Television Station, and the prose "Spring Wine" was selected as the second volume of 8th grade Language 19 lesson by People's Education Press. "osmanthus rain" was selected as the seventh lesson of Chinese in the first volume of the fifth grade of People's Education Edition.