There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. -Han Yu, "Early Spring is Zhang Shiba, the Minister of Water Resources"
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Drizzle and oblique wind created Han Xiao, while light smoke created sunny beaches in Liu Mei. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha, drizzle and oblique wind for Han Xiao"
The spring water is greener than the sky, so tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. -Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man, Everyone Says Jiangnan is Good"
The grass is always moistened by drizzle, but the flowers are cold in the spring breeze when they want to spread. -Wang Wei's Drinking and Pei Di
No one watched the light rain all day, and the mandarin duck bathed in red. -Du Mu's "Jueju in Houchi, Jianxian County"
Autumn mountains and spring rains are lingering, leaning against Jiangnan temple building. -Du Mu's "Three Memories of the Past"
On the evening of spring in Liu Ying, Lou Yu, it rained well, the wind was light and the tobacco was soft. -Gu Xun's "Yulouchun Liu Ying Louyuchun Night"
It rained for a while last night, which is Su Qun's fate. -Meng Jiao "After the Spring Rain"
The east wind blew away the rain, and the Ming Dynasty stayed in Huayuan. -Zhang Xu's "Spring outing is worth the rain"
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First of all, use a good word to describe the spring rain:
The spring breeze turns into rain, and the spring rain continues. The spring rain is raining, raining, raining, raining, raining, raining, raindrops and flowers falling.
The drizzle is like smoke, the rain curtain hangs down, and the wind and rain moisten things silently, as fine as a cow's hair ticking, and apricot blossoms and spring rain ticking.
Spring rain is like silk, spring rain is like oil, drizzle, spring breeze and rain
Second, a good sentence describing the spring rain:
In March, the breeze blows gently and the drizzle falls from the sky.
Moistened by the spring rain, the grass took a bath and became greener.
The rain in March, like countless little hands, struck the keys of the leaves in the forest and played a hymn of spring.
High above, play down, have children, and throw yourself into the arms of Mother Earth.
Spring rain whirls on the leaves, rustling like a girl stroking the strings, and like a silkworm swallowing mulberry leaves.