The spring rain is pattering, like cow hair, like flower needles, like the soft hair of a spring girl? The rain and mist are filled, and the raindrops are strung into a big bead curtain, covering everything like smoke and clouds.
Below is the exquisite prose describing the spring rain that I brought to you for your appreciation.
Appreciation of the exquisite prose describing the spring rain: Spring Rain is already the second day of the Spring Equinox, and the long-lost spring rain is embarrassed to fall while the sky is still dark.
I was woken up by the raindrops beating recklessly on the double-layer soundproof glass in my bedroom, about two hours earlier than my usual time of waking up at six o'clock.
The wind outside the house was blowing like crazy, making a whining sound. The big raindrops were blown dizzy by the wind, and they hit the window glass of the whole building one by one, as if they wanted to break the glass and get into the house to warm themselves.
A warm quilt to protect you from the wind.
I used the street lamp to glance at the rainwater flowing down the smashed glass window. I was secretly glad that I had closed the window before going to bed at night. I lay on the bed and was too lazy to move, letting the rain particles hit me stubbornly.
When I was a child, I hated spring rain the most.
In rural areas, the endless spring rain season is the most boring time for children. After a long time, even the chickens feel very boring. They hang around under the eaves with their heads drooped and refuse to take another step every day. The loess ground is muddy and mixed with chicken excrement.
Disgusting.
At this time, the adults in the village also paid special attention to the children. They did not allow their children to play outside. They could only stay in a cleaner place in the house, reading books or helping with housework.
So, I hated spring rainy days.
Adults are different. Deep in my memory, after the New Year, adults often look forward to the early arrival of the spring rain.
When the spring rain falls heavily, some people will wear a bamboo hat as big as a pot all night long, and wear a raincoat made of brown woven raincoat that they peeled off the palm trees during their off-farm days. They will tie the tail cap of the flashlight with a hemp rope at one end.
Ring, one end is tied to the head of the flashlight, and it is slung over the shoulder like a child carrying a school bag.
The flashlight can hold three AA batteries. On a dark, sunny night, the beam of light can pierce a hole in the night sky.
On a pouring spring rainy night, the beam of light that could pierce the night sky was interrupted by layers of rain curtains, and its range was less than three meters.
The farmers took advantage of the bright light less than three meters away, rolled up their trousers, barefooted, picked up their rakes, and drove the buffaloes who were still trying to sleep to the half-waisted fields to grab mountain water and plow the fields.
On their way to school in the morning, children often encounter the muddy figures of adults, staggering back step by step with their bare feet, carrying a plow, and driving a sleeping buffalo.
Obtaining water and plowing the fields signifies the hope of a good harvest this year. Normally at this time, the adults will happily greet and amuse the children passing by, but the buffalo who wants to sleep is not in that mood.
, with a face full of hardship and helplessness, just burying its head in walking, not wanting to look at anyone, not even in the mood to eat the tender grass on the roadside, just wanting to go back to its cowshed and have a good rest.
This year's spring rain seems to have come later.
Since the Spring Festival, although the sun has not been out for a few days, it has never rained heavily.
The sky is always gray. Occasionally it sprays a little bit of mist and rain like a pesticide sprayer, just like deliberately teasing pedestrians on the road. It coats people's hair with a thin layer of water droplets and then stops suddenly, even on the highway.
There is no dust on it.
The dingdong trucks used by sanitation workers to spread water along the streets in the morning shuttle through the streets and alleys every day, almost without interruption from the Spring Festival to now.
Many people couldn't help but say bad things about the master today. Some people were even cursing. It's neither sunny nor rainy. What a damn weather.
My brother, who is the secretary of the village branch in his hometown, came to the city to do business a few days ago. I told him that in this damn weather, the rain never falls, how can the people do their spring plowing and production? My brother said that young people in rural areas are now all
They went out to work, and their families were filled with old people and children. Few people planted rice in the paddy fields halfway up the mountain. Some people converted the paddy fields into dry land, planting some rapeseed and some corn; some people simply
It doesn't matter where Tian Huang is.
It’s a pity that so many fields are left uncultivated like this, I’m telling you.
Brother said, there is nothing we can do about it. Nowadays, people in rural areas are living a better life. On the one hand, they are no longer willing to do the laborious, low-income-generating farm work. On the other hand, they really don’t have the labor force to plow and harrow their belongings.
People work from dawn to dusk and climb mountains and ridges to grab water and plow their fields.
My brother told me that a few days ago, he also planted three paddy fields behind his hometown to plant Camellia oleifera trees. He planted more than 200 trees in one day and planned to borrow some Huinong loans from the local Agricultural Bank of China to cultivate them properly.
, you can test branches and bear fruit in three to four years, and you can have a high yield in the fifth or sixth year. Calculated based on the conservative yield of 3 kilograms of camellia oil per plant, it can produce more than 600 kilograms of camellia oil every year. The annual income of Sanqiu Tian is
The income is about 18,000 yuan, which is much higher than the income from planting rice.
I said, what do you usually eat? My brother cheerfully said that he also left a living paddy field, which can produce more than 1,000 kilograms of rice in one season. The nephews are not at home, which is enough for him, his sister-in-law, and us to go home during the holidays.
have eaten.
It was getting brighter, so I threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed. I opened the window and took a deep breath of the slightly cool damp air that had been washed away by the storm. I twisted my waist and started doing morning exercises.
The spring rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind finally couldn't carry away the bigger and bigger raindrops. The huge raindrops penetrated the wind's body mercilessly, knocking vertically on the thick concrete floor outside the house, causing naughty water splashes.
They soon gathered together and flowed toward the low-lying areas.