"During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." In a few words, Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty sketched a picture of sadness and sorrow. The drizzle is like weaving, the road is full of mud, and the pedestrians are staggering, and their hearts are uneasy.

When a rain is given a name, it will surely come to the world with a fatalistic charm. When will the Qingming rain in my hometown start and when will it disappear? I've forgotten it, but I just know that it always happens unexpectedly with Qingming. It is not hurried, nor dull, but falls gently, like a close friend, quietly visiting you inadvertently, and silently accompanying you when you are lonely, so that the tears hidden in your heart can flow freely in this silent but affectionate rain curtain.

In such a rainy season, there is a flower that seems to know more about the joys and sorrows of the world, and that is the peach blossom that comes as promised. They bloom on their own or in clusters, and their pink petals are dotted with crystal raindrops, like pearls left by fairies, which are both charming and lovable. The blooming and withering of peach blossoms is just like the cycle of life, endless, passed down from generation to generation.

Su Shi of the Song Dynasty once wrote in "Jiangchengzi": "Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, and unforgettable." Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Every word expresses the pain and helplessness in the hearts of many people. During the Qingming season, men, women and children, they will set foot on the silent cemetery. There, time seems to stand still, and the air is filled with mourning and solemnity, echoing the memory and admiration of the ancestors. Everyone works together and is orderly. Some sweat like rain to clean up weeds, some carefully wipe tombstones, and some reverently light incense candles and tributes. And the rain is still dripping, like a melancholy musician, accompaniment to this heavy and solemn ceremony.

The rain of Qingming is not only sorrow and longing, it also gives birth to new life and hope. On the vast fields, clusters of new greenery broke through the soil, and everything was revived and flourished under the moisture of the spring rain. In the fields, the farmers wore raincoats and hats, and bent over to work in the drizzle, sweat spilled, seeds were sown, and hope was planted for farmers. Ignoring the dissuasion of adults, the children rushed into the rain to play and play, running on the ridges with their bare feet, splashing water splashes, and the children's laughter was loud and pleasant, echoing for a long time under the rain-soaked sky.

During the Qingming Festival, how can you be without the company of the Youth League? Made from mugwort juice and glutinous rice flour, the skin is wrapped in fillings such as bean paste, sesame seeds or bacon, and is verdant in color and soft in taste. Wormwood is a miraculous plant, according to the "Compendium of Materia Medica" records: "Artemisia leaves have a bitter taste, a slightly warm nature, and moxibustion is full of diseases." In spring, pick tender mugwort to make vegetables, or make noodles like the size of a projectile, swallow three or five pieces each time, and then eat, to cure all evil spirits. It can be seen that the Youth League is not only delicious, but also has a certain health and medicinal value, and is deeply loved by people.

In addition to the Qingtuan, the cherries after the Qingming rain are also particularly attractive. They are like red gems, hanging quietly on the branches, attracting children's salivation. Adults will hold bamboo poles and gently tap the branches to cause the cherries to fall. The sweetness and satisfaction of the children scrambling to pick up the cherries, rubbing them on their clothes a few times and putting them in their mouths is still unforgettable for me and has become one of the best memories of my childhood.

Wu Weixin of the Song Dynasty described the Qingming Festival in "Su Causeway Qingming is the Matter": "The pear blossom wind is in the Qingming Festival, and the wanderer is looking for spring and half out of the city." "And walking in the rain has a different flavor. When I was a child, I often saw people with their families or friends, strolling along the mountain trails, picking wild vegetables, listening to birdsong, and enjoying the freshness and tranquility of nature. At this time, the mountains in the rain, the forests in the rain, everything in the rain seems to be covered with a hazy and mysterious veil, which makes people intoxicated and forget to return.

When the rain has stopped, the sky is still slightly gloomy, but the earth has been washed away by the rain. Raindrops slipped from the leaves and dripped into the dirt, nourishing all things; The flowers also appear more vivid and full under the moisture of the rain, exuding bursts of fragrance. At this moment, looking at the world after the rain, my heart is already clear, and I can't help but think of Li Bai's poem: "After the rain, the smoke is green, and the sunny day is scattered." The east wind returns with the spring, sending flowers on my branches. Perhaps, this rain has taken away some of the sorrows and thoughts in our hearts, allowing us to face all the ups and downs in life more calmly.

"When everything grows, it is clean and clear, so it is called clear." The rain curtain is dashing, and the Qingming is coming. The rain beats on the earth, but also knocks on the heart, a person's life is destined to face countless rains. When I say the name of a rain, I think more about the story and emotion behind it, and more to remind myself to always be grateful and bravely accept the baptism and enlightenment brought by a rain!