1, spring rain and spring thunder, with the spring breeze, falling. 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 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 is like lilac flowers dancing, and what comes as scheduled is your face and whispering quietly. The past is like a roll of old black and white film, slowly unfolding in front of me. It's still a rainy season, meeting you quietly from both ends of life at a certain midpoint, and then crossing. 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 that 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 tender and lingering, as if the mother is stroking the child gently, for fear that the child will cry out 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. The snow came into contact in bits and pieces long before it landed. The broken snow hanging on the branches looks beautiful, like a painting. It slipped with the rain and flowed around just right, between dark brown and light green and light yellow, making this ancient city a rainy landscape, 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, pedestrians, leaving 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 is also like being 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 falls on the eaves like soybeans, and flying water drops beat on the windows, as if to come in to visit the "shelter", fall on the leaves like pearls, and wrap around us forever like threads.
29. What a magical spring rain. Both hazy and clear. It covers everything with an ethereal gauze and washes everything fresh and bright. The whole world is like a newborn baby, as if everything has started all over again, the tree is new, and the new tree is covered with green buds; Grass is new, new and delicate; Flowers are new. They are in bud.
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 ten thousand silver lines. Spring rain hangs in front of the house like a beautiful bead curtain. Spring rain lingers like artificial 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, dancers dancing like spring rain bring lingering feelings. 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, I couldn't catch the raindrops at all, but I felt the coolness seeping 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 brush will come back to life, but the magic brush of Spring Rain can draw colorful natural colors, draw whatever you want, and draw beautiful pictures beyond imagination, which can be compared with famous painters like Leonardo 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, as if my mother's warm hand had touched my face, and 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. In the early morning, after a few faint spring thunder, it began to rain for the first time since beginning of spring. In the twilight, the rain slowly falls. Layers of rain clouds covered the rising sun. In a short time, the scenery near and far was shrouded in mist and rain. The spring rain drips underground, like a veil, which makes people unpredictable; Like a silver needle, shoot in sequence. I can't help but pick up my umbrella and walk out of the house to be baptized by the rain.
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. The spring rain is falling, and the dry branches of trees have a layer of light green color. Rain drops on the treetops, turning into strings of water-like notes. The ground is also wet a lot, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Grass also sneaked out of the ground and began to weave green carpets. It rained heavily in the spring rain. It is gently awakening the earth, quietly taking away the cold, and slowly soothing the wounds of trees in winter. Spring rain washes away the remnants of winter, and everything wakes up under the spring breeze and grows under the nourishment of spring rain.
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.