It rained on the night of early autumn. Outside the brightly lit city, a wide river separated the noise of the city with the sound of running water. On the other side of the river, a car was parked in an unmanned little square. The rain hit the roof, splashing a layer of mist. A dog was lying under the car, as if sleeping or not. On the ground below the door, a pair of slippers were placed there, with the toe facing outward and the heel facing inward. There was some faint light in the car door, sitting in front of the light quietly, holding a cigarette flashing with Mars in his mouth, silently in a daze there. Don’t ask, that person is me. The crackling rain hit the roof, which is the music of nature. When the rain is dense, it is like a pearl and a jade plate, and when it is dense, it is like a thousand cannons. The raindrops are big and small, when they are big, they are like beans and beads, and the sound comes to my ears; When they are small, they are like silk and thread, gently touching the car window on the roof, and the water drops are flowing silently outside the window. Sometimes, I stepped on slippers alone, took a big umbrella, sat on a fishing stool, and smoked under the umbrella alone. The light fog covered the city on the other side of the river in the night, and the lights of high buildings and windows suddenly went out, just like the eyes of the seemingly sweet houses, looking at me silently in the rain, I don’t even yearn for it at all. Since the lost can never come back, no need to think about it, I have a kind of relief instead. All these have nothing to do with me, only the running water in the river, never stop, sprawling to where it should go. Enjoy it. I can listen to the rain on this deserted autumn night. Breathe with nature, sleep in the embrace of beautiful scenery, look at the sky, the floating clouds, the starry lights of the city on the other side, listen to the sound of running water in the river, listen to the sound of birds and insects, listen to the sound of rain hitting autumn leaves and the sound of breathing. All these are beyond the enjoyment of most people, but I enjoy them alone. I am grateful to God for giving me the gift that can let me fly the wings of my heart, let me do whatever I want, do whatever I want, and go wherever I think. The place where my heart comes back is my hometown. Camping in the nature is far more reliable and sweet than sleeping on the bed in the fighting room. Without the fetters of home, it will be clean. I have been used to living alone. The equipment for survival in the field is being complete day by day. There are beds, quilts, movable tables and chairs, water, tea, a complete set of coffee equipment and coffee beans in the car. There are umbrellas, tents and camp beds. There are mosquito nets and rain shields on the window, which can ensure good ventilation and not be invaded by rain. With computers and Internet, I can work or surf the Internet. No one can disturb me. My heart and body can relax. I often work more efficiently, at the same time, I also have more time to breathe with nature. Sleep under the stars and the moon at night, and open your eyes in the Rising Sun in the morning. Stretching my waist and moving my muscles and bones, I obviously felt the vitality came back to me. I have completely adapted to living in the wild for two months alone, and I am not used to living at home. There is always a complex, which is to go to an unmanned corner and listen to the rain. Every time I have this idea, there is no rain. There is no time when there is rain; When there is time, there is no rain. It is hard to have such a coincidence as today, with leisure and rain. In the silent autumn rain, I can fall asleep in the singing of the rain.
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