2. The spring rain is falling, the rain is foggy, and thousands of silver wires are rippling in mid-air, just like a bead curtain, covering everything like a cloud. Lively swallows wear it in the rain, trying to cut the rain curtain with scissors-like tails.
3, spring rain, sprinkled on the leaves of willow leaves, rustling sand, like a girl gently touching the strings, swallowing mulberry leaves to silkworm babies; The spring rain is falling, and the raindrops fall on the petals of early spring, rolling like thousands of pearls shining with colorful luster.
4. In Spring Rain, there is also the scene of "the fallen flower is independent and the swift is Qi Fei" in Yan Ci. In the drizzle, the woman standing silently, looking at the whispering swallow, with a touch of shallow concern and ripples.
5. With the sound of spring thunder, the spring rain came, and it rained like smoke. Wheat seedlings and newly blooming flowers in weeping willow fields by the river are gently shaken in water mist and broken rain.
6. "Good rain knows the season. When spring comes, sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." Throughout the ages, how many literati sent their feelings in the rain, and how many people praised the coming of the spring rain! Because of its arrival, it is often a long-awaited expectation.
7, the spring rain is lingering, a little scrambling, as if the sky poured out and wanted to integrate into the embrace of the earth. Those odds and ends of snow had been touched before landing. The broken snow hanging on the branches looks beautiful, like a painting. It falls with the rain and flows around just right, between dark brown and light green and light yellow, making this ancient city a landscape in the rain, lonely and beautiful.
8, spring rain, quietly underground, such as the tip of a needle, as light as a cow's hair, like smoke and fog. The buds on the branches leaned out of their cute little heads and looked at me quietly and smiled. Light rain fell naughtily on them. Ha, what a beautiful beaded dress! The wind doll is so naughty, blowing rain everywhere, falling on the tree, on the grass and on my face.
9. Spring rain is different from the downpour of summer rain; Different from the dullness of autumn rain, it is more different from the coldness of winter rain. Spring rain is like silk, fog, smoke and tide. Through the spring rain, everything in the world is like a freehand painting, faint and faint.
10, spring rain, with the unique taste of spring girl, dribs and drabs with pity, drizzly and meaningful. If you walk on a country road and let the thin rain fall freely, you can feel the comfort and happiness of seedlings and weeds at this time.
1 1, the spring rain woke everything up. After a long winter's sleep, the wheat seedlings stretched themselves. Heroically breathing the breath of spring, sucking the hard-won rain. Willow trees by the river are swaying in the breeze, which is their welcome to the spring rain. They are happy to show fresh spring buds. After the spring rain, the small winter jasmine is even more outstanding, and the yellow is dazzling.
12, the light rain in spring is beautiful and lovely. Compared with the rain in summer, it is softer, more shy and more charming. It feels like a girl's white skin is smooth and gentle. It seems that the rain curtain is hazy, like a string of jade beads from a distance, like smoke and fog, dancing like a veil.
13, spring rain, falling quietly, like a needle tip, as light as a cow's hair, like smoke and fog. The buds on the branches leaned out of their cute little heads and looked at me quietly and smiled. Light rain fell naughtily on them. Ha, what a beautiful beaded dress! The wind doll is so naughty, blowing rain everywhere, falling on the tree, on the grass and on my face.
14, rain and fog filled the air, and beads of rain strung together to cover everything like clouds. Happy little swallow wears it everywhere, trying to cut the rain curtain with its tail. ...
15, the spring rain falls slowly, like a thread falling to the earth. Oh! That's Miss Chun's sweat dripping in a hurry. It quietly moistens the fertile soil and gently awakens the sleeping grass doll. The grass woke up, stretched, drilled out of the land and dyed the earth green. Spring rain is like a warm hand, caressing the grass doll like a loving mother, and the earth is greener and greener.