The rain was non stop, tense and soothing. Where does this quote come from and what is the full text

Zhu Ziqing "Mountain Rain".

The rain keeps falling, tense and soothing We climb in the vast valley in the playing of the rain, feeling the boundless melody given by God, it is like a violin for a while, empty and light, a moment of iron riding prominent, a moment of spring river flowers and moon, dazzling, dizzying. Raindrop.

It was playing clearly on the umbrella, and it was dripping into the mud along the edge of the umbrella, and there was a sound like a kite, and if you listened closely, there seemed to be no sound in your ears.

Listen again, and it is clear that the land is distant and ethereal, like the fog around you

The rain keeps falling, tense and soothing We climb in the vast valley in the playing of the rain, feeling the boundless melody given by God, it is like a violin for a while, empty and light, a moment of iron riding prominent, a moment of spring river flowers and moon, dazzling, dizzying. Raindrop.

It was playing clearly on the umbrella, and it was dripping into the mud along the edge of the umbrella, and there was a sound like a kite, and if you listened closely, there seemed to be no sound in your ears.

Listen again, and it is clear that the land is distant and ethereal, like the fog around you

The rain keeps falling, tense and soothing We climb in the vast valley in the playing of the rain, feeling the boundless melody given by God, it is like a violin for a while, empty and light, a moment of iron riding prominent, a moment of spring river flowers and moon, dazzling, dizzying. Raindrop.

It was playing clearly on the umbrella, and it was dripping into the mud along the edge of the umbrella, and there was a sound like a kite, and if you listened closely, there seemed to be no sound in your ears.

Listen again, and it is clear that the land is distant and ethereal, like the fog around you

Zhu Ziqing's prose "Mountain Rain".

Rain has a temperament, and rain has a rhythm. The spring rain is the girl's silky and boneless hands, lightly soothing the jade wrists, brushing the silk strings, and playing a poetic, romantic, soft and graceful intoxicating light**. The spring rain, like silk, has sparsely drifted down, and the beginning of the city is a little dusty, and the faint fragrance of dust is spread in the air.

The spring rain, like smoke and fog, is empty and confused, like the shallow sorrow in the heart of a frowning woman. The spring rain, like a dream, the spring rain over, the willow buds burst, the flowers bloomed, the water was green, a fresh, bright and vibrant spring, it stood out from the gray hard shell of the long winter. Spring is the season of painting, holding a flower umbrella, strolling in the drizzle, or standing under the flower trees, thinking about some distant thoughts, looking at the light swallow notes generally oblique over the rain line notation, isn't it an excellent picture of "falling flowers are independent, micro swifts are flying"?

Tang Dynasty Du Fu.

Li Bai is homesick, and only then will he have the sorrow of "looking up at the bright moon and bowing his head to miss his hometown."

Empty and confused, violent and manic, sonorous and powerful, sometimes small and slow, cold and lonely, lonely and a cappella chorus.

The rhetorical device of anthropomorphic metaphor is used to write the soft and graceful spring rain.

The full text of the general leader, the opening point. The general leader of the full text, the end echoes, and points out the theme.

The rhythm of the rain seems to be a song.

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