1, spring rain comes with spring thunder and spring breeze. Such as fog, smoke and tide. Through this thread, everything in the world is like a faint, foggy freehand painting, flickering. I like spring rain, not only spring rain, but also the rainless world you created for me in this rainy season.
2. Spring rain is like a naughty little pump girl who came to the earth with a brush. Look-the peach blossom is dyed pink by the brush; Rape flowers make the brush yellow; Grass and green leaves are dyed green; Miss Chun also dyed butterflies with a brush ... Ah! It turns out that spring rain is colorful!
3. It has been raining, and the teacher's voice in the classroom is softly scattered in the air, quietly precipitating thoughts of escape. I know that I am not a poet, and the bleak season can't give birth to those beautiful daydreams, but I am willing to be with nature in this spring and feel the feelings of spring in this long drizzle.
The spring rain awakened everything. 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.
In the early morning of the spring rain, after several weak spring thunder, it began to rain for the first time since the beginning of spring. In the twilight, the rain slowly falls. Layers of rain clouds covered the rising sun.
6. The drizzle in early spring always carries a hazy enchanting, smoky, dreamy and indistinguishable, like flowers under the moon. The air is sometimes mixed with a few delicate fragrance, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. The wind gently drops a little red and the beauty is drifting away.
7. After several drizzly spring rains, the mountains are green and the water is green. The gurgling stream at the foot of the mountain is becoming more and more beautiful. The continuous spring rain dyed the earth green, and the soft spring breeze warmed the river.
8. In the misty rain, the beautiful past, such as lilacs, flies, and what comes as scheduled is your face and quiet whisper. The past is like a roll of old black and white film, slowly unfolding in front of me. It's still rainy season. I met you quietly from both ends of my life at a certain midpoint, and then crossed. Bloom flowers fall, the past is like smoke. In my heart, it is still fragrant, and my mood is still fragrant because of you.
9. The spring rain is continuous, and there are small drops of water floating on the petals of peach blossoms, which are as delicate as rouge. They kept rolling and gathering, and thousands of shining "pearls" appeared on the petals.
10, 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.
1 1, "Didi ..." Pedestrians on the path held umbrellas and merged into a colorful river, and they didn't know where to go. The breeze blows people's faces, and everyone's faces are filled with smiles, enjoying the gentle spring rain.
12, the spring rain is gentle and lingering, as gentle as a mother touching a child, for fear that the child will cry out in pain. The spring rain is so gentle and intimate. At this time, I can't help but think of Bing Xin's Spring Water, which says, "Mom, you are a lotus leaf/I am a red lotus/the rain in my heart is coming/who is my shade in the open sky except you?"
13, drizzle flying to the earth, natural and unrestrained. It is as light as a feather, as thin as a flower needle, soft, greasy and shiny, which is hard to ponder.
14, raindrops floating on the petals, crystal clear, rolling and gathering on the petals, like many shiny pearls. Petals gently swaying in the rain, like a beautiful girl dancing in the rain. Raindrops are sprinkled on the leaves, like coating them with oil, which makes them brighter. The "rustling" sound of raindrops on leaves is like a silkworm swallowing mulberry leaves.
15, listen! Rain "ticks" on the roof, just like percussion. When the rain falls into the pond, it sings "Tintin Tintin", and there is a small splash on the water, like a water girl dancing?
16. Through the glass window, you can see that the rain is falling on the opposite roof, and then it becomes a sparkling rain bead and falls quickly along the tiles, just like a broken bead. Could it be that Miss Chun came down to earth and scattered on earth? Or the fairy in the sky accidentally lost her beloved pearl necklace ... Everything revived, and they were washed spotless by the rain, which made them look particularly beautiful.
17, near the harbor of the island, looking at the other side of the sunny day, at this moment, it has been covered with a layer of water curtain by misty rain, which makes people feel like they are in an island in the Pacific Ocean, with endless silvery white everywhere.
18, the spring rain is lingering, a little scrambling, as if the sky poured out, trying to blend 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.
19, Chunyu is like a selfless mother. Spring rain, like milk drops, feeds the newly awakened earth. Tick-tock, the spring rain is coming. I stretch out my hands, let the spring rain drop on my hands and stick my head out. The spring rain gently brushed my face. I looked at the scenery outside the window-the spring rain hit the banana leaves briskly, ticking and answering, and the sound of the spring rain was so hearty. The azaleas in the distance spread a layer of moist red mist in the spring rain. Ah! This is the milk of the earth!
20, drizzle, hazy as if to see lilac lilacs swaying gently in the rain, lilacs in the drizzle, like smoke and fog, beautiful. Rain and fog condensed on lilacs, as clear as jade. Lilac rain can't be sealed, and water can't be sealed. Glittering tears slipped quietly, and my thoughts drifted away like lilac rain. A little disappointed, a quiet dream flooded into my heart with the continuous rain, with a series of ripples.
2 1, the rain is really small, dripping, not like rain, like fog, and the world in front of us is blocked in the dense rain. Looking into the distance, streets, buildings and pedestrians leave only a vague corridor. There were several deep thunders in the sky, and the rain seemed to be pushed up for a while. However, after a while, it was small again.
22. "The rain in the sky is crisp as crisp." The thin spring rain always comes to you with footsteps that sound like silence. The sound of spring rain rustles. At this time, I must hold my breath and concentrate. That silence is like sound, and sound is more like silence. It plays gentle and graceful music in your heart, arousing the desire for love. It is not as warm and rough as summer rain, as dignified and thoughtful as autumn rain, and as natural and calm as winter rain. Spring rain is beautiful and charming.
23. Spring rain washes away the remnants of winter, and everything wakes up under the blowing of spring breeze and grows under the nourishment of spring rain. What a magical spring rain. Both hazy and clear. It covers everything with an ethereal gauze and washes everything fresh and bright. My mood seems to have been washed and polished by rain, and a clear and cheerful feeling is growing.
24. Perhaps, I never thought about picking the long-awaited beige and flowers in the south of the Yangtze River on a foggy day, and I don't know how to set foot on the stone bridge that has appeared many times in my mind, and how to watch Wu Peng gradually disappear at the end of the river. The Memory of Jiangnan Dream only depicts the kind of longing in this rainy season. Plums are red and apricot blossoms are all over the branches. I wanted to walk hand in hand through the falling light red and pursue the deep romance, but I didn't want to meet the desolate world in chaos.
25. The rain is about to stop, but you can still hear the sound of water droplets dancing on the leaves and the sound of rain hitting bananas. From time to time, there are several wonderful splashes on the bluestone board, which are light and clear, yet happy. The fog on the lake slowly recedes, it is raining strangely on the mountain, and everything in front of us has just been bathed, which is clearer, more magical, more charming and more affectionate. The lying slope bridge on the lake looks quite graceful under the faint fog, which reminds people of the beautiful scenery in the rain just now.
26, the spring rain came to the stream, the stream is still sleeping, the stream is flowing quietly, everything seems quiet and peaceful. But Chun Yu is a lively advocate. It attracts the spring breeze and awakens the stream. The stream woke up and the tune suddenly became cheerful. It is like a singer of nature, singing crisp and pleasant songs and rushing forward. Spring rain joins in and plays the hymn of spring with the stream.
27. Raindrops as big as mung beans, like pearls, are sprinkled on fish ponds and rivers, and the calm water immediately ripples. One clever fish jumped out of the water one after another, as if to suck the crystal clear "pearl".
28. Spring rain, like soybeans, dripped on the eaves, and flying water droplets slapped the windows, as if to come in and visit the "shelter". They fall on the leaves like pearls and wrap around us like threads.
29. Spring rain comes from the sky, soil comes from the ground, and I come from the call of spring rain music. The spring rain carefully watered the earth, so the willows were green, the peach blossoms were blooming, the birds were singing, everything woke up under the spring breeze and grew under the nourishment of the spring rain, just as the ancient poem said: the rain in the sky moistened like crisp, and the grass in the distance was near.
30. A silky light rain fell from the sky. The raindrops are so small and the rain curtain is so dense that the mountains are covered with cicada-like white gauze.
3 1, after the spring rain, the grass straightened and became greener, almost to your eyes. The camellia on the roadside is elegant after some combing. Birds stand on telephone poles, just like a note, singing the praises of spring. Dewdrops fell from the leaves after the rain, reflecting colorful light. There are many children running happily on the grass with colorful kites. Their mouths burst into happy laughter.
32. The spring rain fell in the wheat field, and the green wheat seedlings opened their sleepy eyes; Spring rain falls on the pond, and the ice in the pond melts; Spring rain fell in the Woods, and the trees changed into new green clothes; Spring rain falls on the lawn; The grass turns from yellow to green, fresh and lovely, and everything is full of vitality under the nourishment of spring rain.
33. Spring rain falls from the sky like 10,000 silver dollars, like a beautiful bead curtain hanging in front of the house, and like a hand-spun tulle.
34. The apricot blossoms are exhausted, leaving only a pale yellow memory, which is permeated with the tenderness of Jiangnan. When everything is still confused, the spring rain seems to be fluttering. Dancers bring a lingering feeling. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, I woke up like a dream. Wan Li is blue and hazy in the silky lingering, just like the purity of Utopia and the tranquility of Taoyuan. The wind can't stop, only faint confusion shakes the green cover of the lotus pond, touches the misty village in the distance, and welcomes the fairyland-like dream that has never been seen before. The dripping spring rain is falling, and the brewing clouds are beating the vast land as gently as the thin sand. Jiangnan brings the melancholy of apricot blossom rain and the sadness of spring rain.
35. You see, on the edge of the vegetable garden, there are only green bamboos, patches, clumps, wet and green; By the river, the willows have green buds, yellow and green, so lovely; In the Peach Blossom Garden, the budding peach buds are as rosy as neon in the misty rain, which arouses people's association: they decorate spring, breed vitality and show vigorous vitality. Isn't it? Spring rain is the midwife of nature, which makes Jiangnan give birth to a vibrant world.
36. It turned out to be her, the protagonist of this morning, and the drizzle turned into countless slender fingers. With everything as the instrument and heaven and earth as the sound, a symphony is being staged, which is the sound of nature. Rain falls on the green leaves. "Bang, bang." Rain is falling in the puddle. "Dadada." The rain fell on my umbrella, "Ping Ping, Bang Bang." Added infinite vitality to this quiet morning. Everything is gratitude for the spring rain, and it is a kind of vitality to repay her. Spring rain, an angel in nature, went to other places to be busy after being full of vitality.
37. When the spring rain ticks, I close my eyes and enjoy the sweet music. I listened to it and thought, "What is this music like? It's not like a piano, a guzheng or a trumpet. It should be music that can only be heard in heaven. Ah! What wonderful music!
38. Naughty raindrops hit the river like steel balls dropped by someone, splashing high; Thick raindrops hit people's windows hard.
39. The spring rain is really good! As thin as ox hair, as thin as silver thread, as if the wind could blow it away. Soon, people's roofs were covered with a layer of white smoke. Reaching for it, there is no rain at all. I only feel that the coolness sneaks into my heart and spleen from my fingertips, giving people an itchy, refreshing and comfortable feeling. It was really a spring rain that sneaked into my heart with the wind.
40. Chunyu is a great painter. It has a magic pen similar to Ma Liang's. Things drawn by Ma Liang's magic pen will be revived, but the magic pen of Spring Rain can draw colorful and colorful natural colors, draw whatever you want, and draw beautiful pictures beyond imagination, which can be compared with famous painters like Da Vinci!
4 1, I raised my face, closed my eyes and felt the softness of the spring rain. The spring rain fell gently on my face, like my mother's warm hand touching my face. A few rays of naughty spring rain got into my neck and made me itch.
42, the spring rain, but also with the unique taste of the spring girl, bit by bit 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.
43. Slowly, slowly, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it gradually becomes a water curtain that permeates the air. I can't see anything clearly. People are like floating in a white world. The rain rushed into the arms of Mother Earth. Spring rain falls on the grass, which provides enough water for grass seeds, so that it can add a new green to the world as soon as possible; The spring rain falls in the field, and the wheat seedlings greedily suck the sweet milk; The spring rain falls on the flowers, which is particularly delicate and charming ... The rain washes away the soil and dirt, leaving it bright and beautiful.
44, the spring rain is like silk, and the drizzle is continuous. In this charming scene, I seem to be a drop of rain. At this time, I recited the well-known poem with emotion: "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. "
45. Some raindrops fall to the ground like silk with the outbreak of spring breeze. Gradually, the whole sky was filled with rain and fog, and beads of rain strung together to cover everything like a cloud.
46. It rained, and the rain on the ground splashed into the river. Rain rippled the river. Trees absorb nutrients from the rain, leaving a drop of crystal beads on their petals. The farmer's uncle quickly sowed seeds on the ground. After the fields were irrigated by rain, flowers, grass and rice grew, and the spring rain brought joy to the earth.
47, lingering spring rain, constantly playing a quaint pastoral overture, at this time, a poem jumped in front of you, "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. " What a beautiful poem. The simple people in our country are silent and selfless, nourishing this land and the simple culture rooted in it with sincerity and kindness.
48. In Spring Rain, there is also a scene in Yan Ci that "the fallen flower is independent, and Qi Fei is slightly swift". In the light rain, the woman standing silently, faintly disappointed, looked at the two whispering swallows, rippling with faint and shallow concern.
49. All kinds of flowers and trees in the garden show a lush scene under the nourishment of the spring rain. There is still a green leaf and crystal beads, which are particularly green and colorful under the morning light.
50. This spring rain is unhurried and dense. Is it as gentle as a mother's hand, as lingering as a breeze, caressing and infiltrating mountains and rivers? The sky is dark, and the rain and dew are dancing like dancers on the leaves of flowers and plants. As soon as the sun shines, the dew turns into steam and rises to the sky like a fairy's light smoke. The mountains are handsome, the water is abundant, and people are more energetic.
5 1. These days, although the weather in the south of the Yangtze River under the smog is not very cold, intermittent spring rain slowly falls from the air, making the imprisoned mind slowly moist when this spring comes. One moment is wind, the other is rain, and in a short time, Binjiang Garden is shrouded in misty rain. Just covered with a layer of green cypress and willow, gently covered with a layer of white fog, as if wrapped in a thin layer of gauze. From a distance, it looks good.
52, rain, dripping on the willow, willow pulled out the new branches that are about to drip green; Rain drops on the bud, blooming the most beautiful petals; Rainwater dripped on the soil, and Senecio scandens grew in the soil.
53. Chunyu is a gentle and quiet girl. With light steps, she came to the long-awaited land, bringing vitality and vigor. The night in early spring is still cool. At this time, the spring rain is falling, and the lingering face brings people into fairyland, completely forgetting the cool breeze. Looking through the window, the spring rain looks like silk woven obliquely, and it looks like a curtain blown obliquely by the spring breeze. Oh, what a beautiful scenery!
54. A closer look shows that the lotus is as white as jade, and the lotus leaf is bright and clean. The breeze blew and the river rippled with shining waves. Beads of rain are like countless happy little notes, singing happy songs, holding hands and enjoying the beautiful rain scene. .
55. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and beads of rain are falling from the gray sky. The raindrops formed a string of beads. Happy swallows, dressed in black "tuxedos", are wearing happily in the rain curtain, as if to cut the bead curtain with their own "scissors".
56. Apricot flowers are too fragile, and spring rain is a little less beautiful, but Jiangnan is not only beautiful in appearance, but also beautiful in connotation. The apricot blossoms are swaying, and it is an ancient cultural and historical city that is quiet in the spring rain. Just like such a woman: delicate skin, graceful dancing, touching voice and graceful figure, caressing an elegant piano, playing chess like a song, dreaming of life, writing a beautiful and domineering book, depicting ingenious and lifelike original paintings, what a beautiful Jiangnan woman! Jiangnan is like this, soft and strong, shy and indulgent, obsessed with beauty.
57. In the morning, I was still sleeping. Chunyu is like a naughty child. Before Miss Chun called them, she rushed down, as if to say, hurry up, hurry up, the flowers are waiting for us to bathe them! In a short time, they gave the big tree, flowers, grass and small trees a cold bath and made the big tree full.
I don't know when the rain stopped. The rain clouds in the sky have dispersed. At this time, a faint white cloud is drifting. The golden morning glow began to hang in the eastern sky. In the pond in the middle of the garden, frogs are chirping in response after the rain; A red-tailed fish is swimming in the water in droves; The water is clear and white water lilies are in full bloom.
59. The spring rain is falling, the rain is foggy, and thousands of silver lines 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. Spring rain falls on the leaves of willow leaves, rustling sand, like a girl stroking the strings gently and 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.
60. In the sound of rain, every leaf, every clump of grass and every handful of soil in the garden has become a wonderful piano key. The fluttering rain is countless dexterous and soft fingers, playing elegant ditties, and each note has a fantastic color. The birds in the tree are twittering under the leaves, as if to say, "It's cool, it's cool!" " "A tree greedily sucks the dew of spring. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the sound of drinking water.
6 1, "When it rains, you know the season. When spring comes, you 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. Like a beautiful and light fairy, it moistens the earth in this specific cycle, spreads green in the world, and flies in people's hearts with hope and spring.
62. Close up, the petals sown by the goddess of spring rain drop on the ground, trees and houses. The rustling sand falls on the green grass, and the thirsty earth opens its green mouth and greedily sucks the sweet rain.
63. There are still crystal dew hanging under the branches, which are crumbling, and the willows grow stronger under the moisture of the spring rain; After the shower of spring rain, the flowers put on colorful dresses, clustered together, raised their childish faces and showed charming smiles; Moistened by the spring rain, the grass raises its green face and observes this wonderful world. Look, that's whispering Yanzi, looking for the home it should have in the spring rain.
64. In the evening, when the rain subsided, I came to the river with an umbrella. It was raining on the river, and the rain was swept away by the wind and covered by smoke clouds. At this time, walking in the rain with an umbrella has a special taste. Raindrops fall into the spring water of this river, causing ripples, as if they were flowers carved on a large piece of transparent jade. On the other side of the river, I can see a hazy green, as if the rain had woven the clouds into a veil and covered my eyes. What a delicate rain!
65. Raindrops are like pearls, sprinkled on the river in handfuls, and the calm water is rippling. The clever fish jumped out of the water, as if to suck the crystal drops.
66. The spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always so sultry and quiet. Falling quietly in the dark without anyone noticing. I have lived here unconsciously for almost two years, and I still don't understand her temper, but one thing I am sure of is her charming posture and sincere heart. The spring rain is continuous, and love is in Jiangnan.
67. 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.
68. With the spring rain, mountains and rivers meet and heaven and earth kiss. In the creation of nature, the spring rain is no longer lonely, but brings a fresh breath to everything in the world. This kind of breath is the long-lost spring breeze that people are attached to. The spring breeze leads the spring rain, which gallops in the spring breeze, gathers, afforests the mountains, overflows the lakes, awakens the earth and nourishes the vegetation. And all this inadvertently tells more in silence than in voice, a beautiful and beautiful spring rain.
69. At noon, the spring rain is no longer noisy! When they are tired, they turn into raindrops and sit on the leaves and watch us play. Some naughty children walked under the tree before Zhu Xiaoyu sat down, hugging the trunk and shaking it hard, haha! Zhu Xiaoyu is angry! It fell on naughty children, on their faces, necks and collars, making them tremble.
70. The spring rain is so noisy! Birds chirp from the treetops to the eaves, and then fly noisily from the eaves to the telephone poles. You say I shout to convey the joy that the spring rain brings to them. Young trees also stretch their waists with the breeze, dancing bright yellow-green skirts, and willow trees next to them shake their long hair and sing "Hua Hua" songs, telling each other the joy and joy brought by this spring rain!
7 1, March in Jiangnan, drizzling. I don't know when it will rain in Mao Mao this afternoon. I like walking in this drizzle, which makes my skin feel the freshness and delicacy of soft rain. The freshness and lingering of drizzle make me feel natural, pure and transparent. I like to sit by the window and watch the wind and rain on such a drizzly day. It is like an elegant and elegant picture scroll. In the gloom, my thoughts are flying.
72. Spring rain is precious. Because spring rain is as expensive as oil, these magical "oils" drop on Mother Earth, grass sticks out, flowers blush with laughter, willows pull out wickers, and everything recovers.
73. Spring rain, the essence of spring, pays silently without saying anything in return. Chunyu knew that April called her many times in her dream, so she came, which left spring on the land of April. This unknown spirit planted us to learn!
74. With the sound of spring thunder, the spring rain came, and it rained like smoke and powder. Wheat seedlings and newly blooming flowers in weeping willow fields by the river are gently shaken in water mist and broken rain.
75. The spring rain dyed peach blossoms red, bleached catkins, green peaks and seedbeds. Unexpectedly, spring is so full and brilliant that it seems to release the emotions contained in a winter.
76. The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and the footsteps of raindrops are slow and lazy. However, it is still drifting in the sky, perhaps messy or orderly. Looking at the railing, water and sky are one color, and things are integrated with me. From time to time, several fish jump out of the lake. They have been together with the spring rain for a long time and have long been integrated. Rain is no longer rain, fish are no longer fish, they are the spirits of nature, rain moistens everything, and fish is the owner of the rain village.