A thin and long branch fell from the sky. I suddenly looked up and found that this was not a branch, but the root of a banyan tree. It doesn't grow underground. The banyan tree is a symbol of prosperity and a kind of god. Its stout body goes deep into the deepest part of the soil. The rough hard skin of the banyan tree made me feel all the ups and downs it had experienced. Green leaves are greener and more delicate than each other. Thousands of green leaves in Qian Qian form numerous dense banyan trees.
Take a deep breath and smell the grass. That meadow is made up of 10,000 forgotten and trampled grasslands in Qian Qian. The green grass, though not tall, can bend and stretch, dancing in the breeze, like a rough sea, like wheat seedlings in a wheat field, and golden waves are approaching you. This wide grass and green grass will make you feel soft and elastic. Lying down is very comfortable, just like sleeping on a trampoline. The clouds in the sky stopped moving at this moment and stopped flowing in the grass. You will feel that you are no longer lying on the grass, but lying on the lake. The longer the grass grows, the more tender and lush it is, and the lake is crystal clear. Take a sip of sweet water, lie on the endless grass, watch the clouds floating in the sky and listen to the "rustling" sound of the wind, and you will feel the depression and trouble in your heart turning into thin air. Green grass makes you feel natural and naturally makes you feel comfortable.
Raindrops stick to the grass bit by bit and feel the fragrance of grass and nature. ...
Walking in the rain 2 I don't know when small drops of water occasionally appear on the window, so I wonder, is someone washing things? But when I saw one small water drop after another on the window, I suddenly understood one thing-it was raining.
I slowly packed my schoolbag, walked through the crowded crowd, propped up my umbrella and walked into the boundless sea of rain. It's raining, not big, but steady and rhythmic. Wherever you jump, you can waltz. Look, "Ding Dong" jumped into the pond, "Crashed" jumped on the gongs and drums, and "Pa" landed on the umbrella ... As I walked, I was enjoying the joyful rain scene in front of me, and the gloom in my heart dispersed.
Walking on the path, my eyes were fixed on the noisy main road. With the coming of rain, there are more cars on the road, the traffic is getting crowded and the horn is getting louder and louder. On the contrary, there are few motorcycles and electric cars left on the road, or people holding umbrellas or taking clothes to shelter from the rain dazzle me.
It was raining harder and harder, so I couldn't help speeding up my steps, ignoring the "abused" schoolbag behind me and running quickly towards home. At this time, a motorcycle flew past me, splashing countless small splashes, and water droplets splashed on my legs, and I stamped my feet with anger. Suddenly, a small drop of water fell on my forehead, cool and refreshing, instantly doused my anger and moistened my heart. I suddenly feel cool and the rain is getting smaller. I smiled, put away my umbrella and walked in the rain.
When I got home, I watched from the balcony. The road is still so crowded, and the horns are ringing one after another. I watched quietly and enjoyed every drop of rain.
Walking in the rain 3 What's the feeling of walking in the rain, romance or relief? Is it sad or happy? Is it soothing or nervous? A rain, a person, may be a painting, a mood.
I like walking in the rain, because I like the feeling that the elf falls on me-fresh, natural and free from impurities. At this time, the world seems to be still, not in a hurry, making people adapt to this indifferent rain. At this time, my fluctuating heart can calm down, slowly clean up my mood in a rain that seems to have nothing, and walk in my accustomed life again.
Once again, I walked in the rain with an umbrella, listening to the sound of raindrops dripping on the umbrella, as if the crystal was also blended with bright colors. It is colorless and tasteless, but it is deeply rooted in people's hearts, just like knocking on your door, ticking your heart, pumping out all your troubles, cleaning your mood, washing away the dust for you and seeing the way ahead.
I don't know when I began to have concerns. People often say that growing up means closing a door and opening a window. Gradually, the piles of troubles, growing pains, pressure of study, inexplicable sadness ... invaded me one by one, and this inner silence sometimes made me close to collapse. At this time, I hope it will rain, because the world in the rain is cleaning up an old look and creating a new one. In the rain, I am walking alone, and I feel so comfortable. Let the rain wash away my mind and wash away my troubles and sorrows. ...
I see the fresh and bright world in the rain, I feel the wetness of the rain caressing my face, and I listen to the sounds of nature in the rain. In that rain, I was drunk and the drizzle was hazy. I saw the light in the rain, which was the rainbow in the sky at the beginning of the drizzle.
In the rain, I asked for flowers without saying a word I walked quietly, experiencing the rain. In fact, where it rains, it's just that I feel naked.
Walking in the rain 4 drops ———————— In the early morning, raindrops and breezes kept banging on the window. I couldn't help looking out of the window, only to see pearls inlaid on the glass, the traces of meteors and the accompaniment of brittle ears.
Do you want to invite me to watch the rain? I think so, too. I picked up my umbrella and went outside. At this time, the rain slowed down and my eyes took on a new look. Everything in this world seems to have been washed away by rain and become more colorful: the leaves are green, the asphalt pavement is like a quiet mirror, and the houses, trees, telephone poles and flowers on both sides of the road are shining in the mirror. The duckling is the cutest. She looks at herself in the mirror doubtfully, as if to say: Who is this? Why are you so much like me?
Closer, a drop of dew slowly flows from the petiole to the tip of the leaf, into my eyes and into my heart. I can't tell whether it is transparent or green, white, red, light and purple. I've been thinking for a long time, but I can't figure out the answer. Maybe this color is in your heart, but it is another color in others' hearts. This color is today, and it will change tomorrow. Today it is flawless, and the next day it will be extremely dark, but no matter how it changes, it will eventually have a prototype, just like everything in life.
Looking up slowly, I found that the star-like pearls had been laid on the umbrella. From a distance, they shine, but from a close distance, they are still so crystal clear. Bang, a huge pearl fell on my head without any pain. Very gentle, but after being gentle, I feel a particularly cold feeling. Do you want to stay with me or let me go?
I walked in the rain for five hours in the morning and was awakened by the sound of rain. I opened my hazy eyes and looked out of the window. There was silence outside, and I could hear the heartbeat of the rain. I just watched the rain fall quietly in front of me, drop by drop, soft, drop by drop, smart, drop by drop, light and colorful, so that I couldn't help reaching out and trying to get close to him, touch him and feel him.
After a while, the falling rain turned into Mao Mao rain. It's so gentle, I can't help but want to hug him and kiss him. I put on my clothes and ran to the yard. I opened my arms, raised my head and closed my eyes, listening attentively to my heartbeat and his touch on the rain.
I walked alone on a wet country road, looking at the green grass on both sides, as if dancing and singing with the drizzle. I really want to join them and sing and dance with them, but I am afraid of disturbing them. I can only watch them quietly and feel slowly.
Seeing the drizzle falling from the sky is so natural and unrestrained, I can't help but want to be one of them, although life is short. But it used to be chic. Although the power of a drop of rain is very weak, after a long time, with more raindrops, there will be infinite power. The spirit of raindrops reminds me of those selfless people who use their meager strength to create and protect our homeland. Although one person's strength is small, 654.38+0.4 billion people are United, and our strength is very strong.
I am willing to make a small drop of rain to water my little land.
Walking in the rain, raindrops accumulated outside the window for two days. Who made the sky cry so sadly? Who made the original blue sky so gloomy? Who is it?
Out of the school gate is a crowded road, with cars coming and going laughing and laughing, and groups of students and parents waiting anxiously outside the door. Raindrops fall on my face, the breeze blows, the leaves rustle, and the cool breeze blows across my cheeks, which is very comfortable. People around us hold up umbrellas one after another, and the rain hits the umbrella, ticking, and a light music pops up, and coughing also joins in. The quiet road became noisy.
Others choose to hold up an umbrella, but I choose to put it down, walk in the rain and enjoy the beautiful rain flowers presented by nature, making this road more poetic. The leaves fell to the ground and there was a rustling sound when stepping on them. Occasionally, a few drops of rain fell on my head, and when I looked up, it was gray everywhere. A drop of naughty water fell into my eyes, and my sight suddenly blurred.
Among these people, I am particularly small, striding forward and continuing to walk. The rain is getting smaller and smaller. It seems that the mood in the sky has improved. The chirping of birds in the branches makes people feel very happy. Crystal drops of water can be seen everywhere on the petals of leaves in the flower bed, which are crystal-clear and lovely.
Different choices indicate different experiences. Others choose to open an umbrella, and I choose to walk in the rain and see a different and extraordinarily beautiful world. I really hope the good weather will come soon, and the rainbow after the rain makes people look forward to it.
Walking in the rain 7 During the shock season, it rained in Mao Mao for several days in Shencheng.
In the early morning, the weather is slightly cold.
I walked alone with an umbrella and stepped on the muddy stone road carefully for fear of getting my shoes and socks wet. During the rush hour, one or two electric cars and bicycles fly by from time to time. In order to prevent my clothes from getting wet by splashing water, I had to stop in front of the waterlogged depression and let the flying car go first.
I finally reached the school gate. Next to the campus avenue, two rows of lush French phoenix trees are getting more and more heroic in the rain and fog, and the palm-sized leaves shine like stars at night. Walking under the tree, one or two huge raindrops suddenly fell, and the bearing capacity of the umbrella suddenly increased, and my hands shook a little.
When I passed the ten-story building of Tian Jiabing University, I vaguely heard the beautiful singing. I took off my MP3 headset and tried to find this song. The sound of rain drowned out all the sounds. I stopped and explored carefully with my ears, but there was still only rain in my ears.
I was a little disappointed and gave up. Put on your headphones again and continue walking in the drizzle.
Soon, I came to the basketball court. There are no boys running and jumping on the court separated by green barbed wire, showing a rare silence. The green concrete floor is covered with puddles of different sizes, shining like a grotesque mirror.
Soon, I strolled to a row of small shops. Most of them haven't opened yet. The print shop with small space and occupied by several large machines is in sharp contrast with the spacious and bright student supermarket next door.
After "reviewing" the store, I came to dormitory 6, which has always been the site of the courier. In the past, large and small packages were randomly piled up on the roadside, waiting for online shopping students to claim them. Now, there is only an empty red crown, standing alone and thin under the buttonwood tree in the rain, so delicate and touching.
Turn a corner and you will come to the towering science building. I got into the eaves on the first floor, closed the umbrella and shook off the water drops on the umbrella surface. I couldn't help looking back, and finally took a look at this drizzly campus, thinking that she was so charming. ...
Walking in the rain, the wind stopped and it began to rain again. This evening is accompanied by a continuous drizzle. I am romantically rippling in the misty rain and feeling the coolness brought by the cool summer rain. From the field to the river, and then from the river to the alley, every place brings me different feelings, and every place brings me the same feelings.
Walking in the field, she suddenly felt the rain fall into the sea, but she rushed to the earth without hesitation. Yu Xia has no regrets, because the trees she cleaned are getting greener; Because she watered the red flowers; Because she moistened the thirsty wheat field.
Standing in the lush green wheat field, I seem to be in a fairyland on earth, isolated from the world, and only this thick wheat fragrance accompanies me, so I have to sigh: this place is only in the sky, and the world can't see you!
Walking by the river, I was very calm when I saw the ripples on the crystal clear river. Suddenly I feel refreshed and happy, as if all my unhappiness had gone outside the cloud nine. At that time, it was quiet.
I wandered into the alley with this watery mood, and the drizzle seemed to wash away all the dirt in the world and the pepper-red roof. After this drizzle, this clean street has a fresh feeling, and this ancient alley has a hazy feeling.
Look! Rain falls from the sky like ten thousand silver lines, and rows of drained water drops fall from the eaves like beautiful bead curtains. Unfortunately, at such a beautiful moment, there is no one around. Yes, everyone has different fun. Walking in the rain is my pleasure. What a pleasant thing to walk in a quiet village in the misty rain of summer dusk!
This is the charm of rain. Rain is like Angie's tears. People who walk in the rain wish you happiness forever.
Walking in the rain, the rain is floating in the air, which is quite a bit spring. Recalling that terrible scene, I can't help but feel a little creepy, and to whom can I tell my grievances? It's such a long road. Go straight ahead. Now, only by walking slowly in this way can we alleviate the sadness and anger in our hearts.
The scene just flashed before my eyes like a movie.
"What are you hiding from me? ! "From the beginning, she was unhappy, and I couldn't figure out why she was so angry after countless thoughts in my mind.
"What ..." I was silent.
I couldn't help thinking, but a familiar book flashed by. "Where is this book seen, Ben? Notebook? Ah, Ben, this is my diary. " I whispered.
"What about the test paper? Let me see, 7 1 minute. You have the cheek to write it in your diary ... "There she goes again, which is my most annoying trick.
I still choose silence.
A sharp crack pierced my eardrum. I'm sure she read my diary From then on, the poor diary became two halves, recording my tears and laughter, and now she refused all at once.
I looked at her slightly happy eyes, and the wronged tears flowed into two rivers on my face.
"Cry, cry? Do you think we won't know if you hide the test paper? " She sneered.
"Even if it's my fault, even if I should be criticized, what about you? You were right to peek at my diary? " I started to growl, but I stopped crying.
"What are you yelling at? Do you have a reason? I am doing this for your own good! "
The tears that had stopped were evoked by her words, and I could no longer control them.
Tears for the second time, like the sea burst its banks.
Love me? I still believe this is an excuse, the only best excuse to deprive me of my privacy.
I walked aimlessly, letting the rain and tears blend together. ...
Walking in the rain 10 I like walking in the rain. Light rain can calm my heart. I don't know when the road under your feet has become a cement road.
When I was in primary school, the road was soft and muddy, and the road surface was uneven. There are always some potholes. This road can only be crossed by one person, so you should be very careful when riding there to avoid accidentally falling down. When it rains, the rainwater gathers in the recess and forms a puddle. When the wheels roll over, mud waves more than a foot high are often splashed, and people walking on the roadside are thrown all over with mud. I walk on this road every day. Sunny days are gray, rainy days are muddy, and my shoes are clean every day. If you are unlucky and your shoes are wet, you rarely go home to change them. When you walk, your wet shoes will stick and make a "squeaky" sound, which is annoying. At that time, I had absolutely no leisure to go for a walk.
The present road is a real cement road. Although it is difficult to walk, the ground is flat and can accommodate two cars passing side by side. People galloped past this road on bicycles, feeling comfortable. Even if it rains, don't worry about splashing mud. As I grew older, I also fell in love with walking in the rain. The drizzle seems to have covered the sky with a thin layer of fog. The grass also took the opportunity to drink enough water and rushed up. The flowers on the roadside are also smiling at the pedestrians on the road, making everyone happy. Ha ha! ! !
I like this poetic feeling. Only a flat cement road can make me love walking in the rain.
Walking in the rain 1 1 This morning, I went for a walk. Unexpectedly, it began to rain. I picked up my umbrella and continued to walk in the rain.
It's raining in Mao Mao, and it's cool and soft on my face. It's foggy in the distance, as if you were in a fairyland. In the lilac forest, lilacs are blooming, the red sun is like fire, and purple blooms quietly, which reminds me of a famous poem: every kind of red and purple flowers are flying. The fragrance of lilacs is charming, even in the distance, the fragrance floats out of the sky, and the rich tea fragrance is intoxicating.
Down a slope, I came to the birch forest. Birch trees are full of small eyes, which set off the snow-white clothes all year round and are more beautiful. The birch trees have sprouted tender leaves, which are so green that they shine brightly, making the birch forest greener.
Walking on, I saw grass on the rock wall. The rock wall is like a sailor, guarding the grass from being trampled by people. Now the rock wall is covered with dust and has become a paradise for spiders to play. In people's eyes, the rock wall makes people look down on it, but in my eyes, it sets off the beauty of the grass and makes it better cared for.
Finally, when I came to the plantation, it rained a lot less. The trees in the plantation are lush, and after several showers, they are even more lush. In summer, this is a good place to keep out the sun. Raindrop takes out its sweet tambourine and sand hammer and beats the leaves. The umbrella splashed. Dew took out its thick bass drum and kept beating. Together, the three instruments have a sense of rhythm, like a song. I seem to be walking in the palace of music, walking gracefully.
On the way home, the rain stopped, and I would think of the beautiful scenery just now, which made me intoxicated again.
Walking in the rain 12 It's getting dark. A cool breeze blew up my hair and skirt, and the drizzle fell obliquely, blurring my eyes.
Out of the door, I walked quietly on the country road, letting the rain get wet on my clothes. Don't care about the coolness of the skin, let the heart slowly become silent until the rain clears and you can hear it when you land, light and soft.
Along the way, the rain floated, moistening the soil and the grass. Ripples rippled in the gently breezed pond. The scattered grass drifted with the tide and ran aground on the shore.
Walking in the field, rain and fog are in front of me, which is a little green. This is that life has just broken ground. The drizzle baptized them and made them moist. There are white and yellow cauliflowers, and there are crystal drops on the petals, which are particularly fresh and lovely.
Down the road, there is a bamboo forest, with thin trunks swaying in the wind. Walking deep into the bamboo forest, the air is filled with the fragrance of bamboo leaves and the smell of rain. Thick bamboo leaves covered the dark sky and propped up the green sky. Occasionally, there will be a few drops of water at the feet, playing one note at a time.
Along the way, I saw the floating of duckweed, the vitality of bud and the emptiness of bamboo forest. But even if it is beautiful, so what? Under the cover of dark clouds, all the scenery lost its original color and was shrouded in a thick mist.
Unconsciously returned to the original starting point. The rain stopped and the dark clouds dispersed. Looking up at the clear sky, I couldn't find a shadow just now. Only the rain is still dripping from my hair, telling me everything, just like a dream.
Perhaps, the sad last second is just to prepare for this moment of cleaning up!
Walking in the rain 13 rain is also water, invisible and transparent, and impenetrable. The ancients once called it "holy water", which can protect people's lives. There is water everywhere now, so don't cherish it. So, have you ever tasted walking in the rain?
One day, on a whim, I watched it raining cats and dogs outside, and the rain hit the ground uncontrollably, leaving mottled raindrop imprint on the window. The body unconsciously walked out of the house and walked in the rain with an umbrella. Because of the rain, the surrounding trees look greener and taller, the flowers are delicate, the petals look a little attractive, and the puddles on the ground seem to be visited by frogs and earthworms.
On the whole road, there was no one but me. It seems that the world belongs to me, but I dare not have it. My heart is so cold that even the sun can't warm me because I don't need it. The wind swept across my face, and the biting wind was particularly cold. Wearing thin clothes, but never cold, because I don't care anymore. It's a good thing my parents aren't at home, or I'll say it again when I see my silly appearance.
Dark days and hazy rain seem to be the reason why God is in a bad mood today. A bad day and bad weather made me lose my umbrella like a lost soul. Small umbrella, eroded by rain, gradually becomes transparent. The clean clothes on my body were soaked by rain, and the cold feeling immediately spread all over my body. A bad day suddenly made me think it might be a release. Look up and feel the condolences of the rain. What's cold and what's cold are all floating clouds to me now. From time to time, people pass by me and talk about something. It should be about me. I was soaked through, like taking a bath, and I dropped a few drops of rain beads from time to time.
The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and God seems to be no longer angry. He put away his gloomy face and sent a sunny smile, as if there were a rainbow! Pack your clothes, pick up your umbrella and go home.
Walking in the rain 14 rain, so it rained, sometimes it rained cats and dogs, sometimes it dripped.
It's raining, and those countless flower-like umbrellas have beautiful the city and people's sight.
Walking slowly with an umbrella, shuttling between countless umbrellas, under which no one can see whose face is blurred by the rain. I like to look at everything like this, but I don't like to lower my head and miss this neglected raindrop.
Some people always like the rainy season, saying that rain can remind people of things that they don't often remember but can't remember. A song? The song that reminds people when it rains. I always look for this song, and then listen to it, and my mood is flying. There is a story hidden in such a song, which is so old that it never seems to be touched. The story is so close, as if it happened yesterday. Think about it, there will be sweetness and bitterness, and that taste will always be remembered. These are all under the umbrella, repeated and repeated.
Raindrops fell on the leaves and slid down the Ye Er, washing away the dust and all the lead. Raindrops fell on the flowers, and the petals trembled and were delicate and charming, giving them a layer of washing fragrance. Raindrops rippled in the pool.
Hold the umbrella high, follow the handle and look up. Transparent rain is in harmony with the sky. Through the transparent umbrella, I just saw a few interesting little squares in the sky, and nothing else.
Turning around, as the umbrella turned around, the rain fell all over the floor. Rain and umbrella, accompanied by the crisp sound of rain, are colorful and magnificent, which is really wonderful.
Sometimes I wonder, is it a luxury dream to walk in the rain today?
Walking in the rain 15 Today is a sunny and sunny day in Wan Li. There was no lightning and thunder yesterday, and it rained cats and dogs. Looking at such a wonderful scenery, I can't help thinking of walking in the rain yesterday. ...
After school that day, I went to class near Shanghai Gymnasium. While waiting for the bus, it began to rain in Mao Mao. I thought to myself: The rain in Mao Mao will definitely stop soon. When I was in the car, there was a loud rumble and thunder, and then a flash of lightning pierced the sky. After a while, raindrops as big as soybeans fell from the sky, hitting the ground and crackling. I sat in an excellent seat with a view of the rain (actually, it's not just the seat in front) and watched the rain hit a car next to me, splashing water droplets, just like that car had a silver protective cover.
The car continued to drive forward, and the rain continued to hit the ground, hit the car and hit the roof ... The sky was a little red. I thought: I hope the rain will stop at the terminal. It happened that the weather was not beautiful, and it rained even harder. I only have an umbrella. My grandma and I ran to the nearby bakery first, and then I went to pick up my grandma.
This time it took less than half a minute, but we were all wet. I took off my coat and watched the rainstorm. The rain curtain is dense, like covering the mountains with cicada-like white gauze.
An hour later, the rain still hasn't stopped and the water has risen to the shore. There is no car for us to take. Grandma asked me to go to school barefoot. I haven't walked barefoot in the street yet! After being washed away by rain, there is no hard stone on the ground, so it is easy to walk. I almost fell down when I walked to the opposite sidewalk. I learned to be smart when I landed. I used one foot to detect the "enemy situation" and found a place where I could see it. Walking, the sky turns blue, and there is lightning! How spectacular!
I finally got to school and hung one leg on the sink to wash my feet. My feet are numb and painful. I think I pushed too hard when I passed the traffic lights.
It feels good to walk in the rain for the first time. Everyone said it was good to take the gravel road, so I took the gravel road once. But I hope I won't "walk" in the rain again.