The third grade text whispers meteorite imitation poetry

Rain, quietly weaving gauze, like smoke and fog, is unpredictable. Rain is a natural spirit, like a sower of love, sowing the seeds of love on the earth.

Walking in the hazy rain, the fresh earth fragrance gently brushed your cheeks with the drizzle, soothing you like a warm hand, making you forget a lot of unhappiness. At that time, you, like a shuttle, walked through the rain, inexhaustible, extremely fast, making you dizzying. When it rains, it is big and small, and it is hidden and present, which makes people feel like a dream.

It is a strange feeling to listen to the sounds of everything in the rain and breathe the fresh and humid air. Raindrops hit leaves, stones, glass windows and soil ... strings of clear sounds, whispering rain, so gentle. It is really a different world. The fresh air makes people's hearts instantly pure, and the desolation and sadness are gone. Rain, rustling, is like singing an old ballad and telling a beautiful legend. Listen, Xiaoyu sounds like a nursery rhyme that my mother urged me to sleep when I was a child, like the whisper of swallows in the bushes. Listening to this natural melody in the continuous rain makes people think constantly and feel romantic and affectionate in such a rainy day.

People who are in the rain will have rain in their hearts. Happy elves lead your thoughts to swim and take you to think about countless boring hymns. Your thoughts, like a white cloud, float across your heart and make it lofty. You can't help feeling that the artistic conception of countless poems has come to the world, and a soft state of mind arises spontaneously.

Rain is the sweet spring of the earth, nourishing Yuan Ye, mountains and plateaus. Blue rivers, green fields and quaint stone bridges are all bathed in this gentle drizzle.

In the simple and elegant rain, staring at the layers of illusory smoke and listening to raindrops composing and playing music, you will fully appreciate this unique charm.