1 Shan Yu
After school, a cool wind blew, and the rain appeared along with the sound of Feng's footsteps.
First I heard its voice, coming from all directions and falling from the sky.
Tick-tock, tick-tock...
I think of the cheerful footsteps of playing in the rain, left, click, up, down, right, from far away. It reaches no one's ears so close; it sounds like a beautiful piece of music, very pleasant to the ear.
Every drop of rain falls and splashes on the leaves like dewdrops in the morning; when it splashes on the flowers, it seems like water stored for bees; when it hits the ground, it looks like an ordinary but distinctive fountain. The white appearance, the shape of grass, and the thick body are reminiscent of four different shapes.
The rain became heavy and filled the whole street. I walked up and looked down at the roof of the building. There was water all over the ground. Under the sunlight, there are so many layers of colors that it is almost difficult to identify them, including dark green, emerald green, golden yellow, and fire-like colors. The whole city is melted in the green water. The whiteness in the rain is difficult to create on a painter's palette, but once you have seen the whiteness of the water droplets, it is difficult to forget.
Slowly, the rain stopped. The clouds dispersed, revealing a rainbow, colorfully red, yellow, purple, blue, white... In the distance, a bunch of birds began to chirp, as if they were talking about the rain just now. Nearby, the raindrops on the leaves and flowers have been dripping down, dripping into the water bed, adding nutrients to the earth.
Tick... Tick ??tock….
As if it was a dream, a wonderful dream, a cheerful dream, an unforgettable dream...
2 Mountain Rain
Mountain rain comes in a hurry and goes in a hurry. We were walking in the mountains and forests. The sky was clear at first, but after a while the sky suddenly darkened and we could only hear the roaring sound. A mountain rain appeared in the blink of an eye.
Ouch, ooh, ooh...
Originally, the dust on the road was brought by people's shoes, but the moment the mountain rain came, the dust on the road disappeared. It was washed away by the rain, but small puddles were left one after another on the road, making people on the road pay more attention to the road when walking to avoid these dangerous small puddles.
Every drop of rain falls and splashes on the leaves like dewdrops in the morning; when it splashes on the flowers, it seems like water stored for bees; when it hits the ground, it looks like an ordinary but distinctive fountain. The white appearance, the shape of grass, and the thick body are reminiscent of four different shapes.
The naughty rain fell on us. Some people were looking for vendors to buy umbrellas, some were anxiously looking for nearby rain shelters, and some seemed to have experienced many mountain rains. ’s arrival, I am taking a leisurely and nonchalant walk! When everyone is looking for shelter from the rain. The mountain rain quietly stopped. The water droplets condensed on the leaves slowly dripped one by one.
Ding-one-dong--ding-one-dong...
It seemed like the afterglow of a mountain rain.
3 The rain is coming and the wind is blowing all over the building
Afternoon, this is destined to be an uneventful afternoon. The wind was blowing, whistling... Standing by the window, I raised my head and looked at the sky. It was so flawless that people didn't dare to intrude on it. It even felt that the description was inappropriate, and it was also a kind of insult to him. Disrespectful. The wind was blowing like this, blowing through the window, blowing in, whirling, I felt the slightest chill... The rain started to fall, it was just a drizzle, not very heavy, but the ground was also wet. , looking out the window, occasionally a few cars drove by, the wind blew their hair, their raincoats, everything they had...
A few strong winds were really The shaking windows creaked, and a loud noise took me away from the sound, and I followed his footsteps. Only then did I realize that it was the wind that was causing trouble. The strong wind blew the doors that were originally open, and they closed them. , and then made that loud noise.
I stretched out my hand to feel the passing wind. That feeling cannot be described in words. I don’t know what it feels like. It’s cool and seems to have an impact. Or maybe it's something else, I don't know... The wind is mixed with rain, like fine rain, falling on the hands, there is an indescribable feeling, very comfortable, it seems that wind and rain are a natural pair... Their combination is so perfect that people can't find it. There was a hint of thunder, and this sound of thunder came suddenly without any warning. It came so suddenly and so frightening... The thunder is the prelude to the rain, the heavy rain is coming, the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is all over the building. , this is probably the case...
4 Mountain Rain
Along with bursts of moist air and wisps of light mist, the rain came quietly.
"Sha La La - Sha La La", look, the rain is like cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments. densely intertwined. The spring rain is gentle. A group of people ran out in a hurry. Someone asked: "Why are you going out?" The answer was: "To get wet in the rain!" People greedily enjoyed the gifts given to them by nature. A group of young people even went crazy, turning on the stereo and playing music. It seems like this is an open-air stage. The more he jumps, the more energetic he becomes.
After the rain, go to the back mountain to have a look. Suddenly, it stopped. A green color appeared in front of my eyes. A kind of watery green melted into the mist, as if flowing, into my eyes and into my heart. This is something difficult to achieve on a painter's palette. Lift a layer of veil, and you will see that the green bamboo becomes greener and more dazzling after the baptism of spring rain. Like a piece of green jade. This mountain is an emerald.
The mountain rain is really beautiful.
5 Mountain Rain
It came suddenly - with a breeze blowing by, the "rustling" sound of the young leaves on the top of the tree greeted the wind, followed by the sound of birds reading texts on the branches in the early morning. The sound of "chirping" and the rain came quietly. First, it started from the sky, with a "rumbling" sound of thunder, which seemed to be God coughing, and then the dark clouds rolled in, as if the inkstone had been knocked over. Then, a flash of lightning passed through the gap in the dark clouds in the distance, illuminating the sky brightly - the naughty little boy disappeared again in the blink of an eye. Finally, thousands of drops of rain finally broke away from Mother Yun's arms and jumped into the earth.
In the rain, everything in the mountains was hard to see clearly. It was like the gauze curtain was opened, deliberately blocking the beautiful picture from me. However, none of this troubles me. I approached the tree, and it seemed to be saying to me: "Hey, it's so comfortable. The rain is so good. I took a bath. My whole body was cool and refreshing, and I drank enough water!" I walked closer! In front of the grass, the dry green of the grass became watery. It's refreshing. Raindrops dripped on the tender green leaf buds, and crystal clear water drops flowed out of the leaf buds, very transparent. I approached the little flower again, and saw that Hua'er, who had been downcast just now, now had a bright smile on his face, bending down to welcome the arrival of the rain. In the small river, the water also sang songs and danced. The frog danced happily, as if to say: "Oh, it's raining, it's raining!"
At some point, Miss Yu quietly left without even saying hello, and Young Man Feng also held his breath. Take a breath. The mountains suddenly became very quiet, a few barks of dogs came from the valley, the warm sunshine shone on the earth, and the rainbow hung on the horizon like the colorful silk woven by the Weaver Girl, looming. In the distance, the cuckoo sitting on the tree sang a crisp song:
Cuckoo - cuckoo - cuckoo -
A mountain rain stopped like this.
6 Mountain Rain
With the wind and the melody, the mountain rain came quietly and silently. When he came to this green mountain forest, he often worked hard, leaving behind the coolness and sweetness, dedicating it to the mountain forest, and then left silently.
It came from a very far away place, carrying this magical song along the way, resounding in all directions and sharing it with all things in the world. It never asked for anything in return and walked away silently.
When I was listening with all things, I saw a wonderful world: the big tree swayed and sang a lullaby to the bird, the little flower danced, and the grass was fascinated. The mountain rain fell into the puddles, splashing into small dimples, and the cold boulders also smiled roughly.
The mountain rain changed the color of the mountain forest. In the hazy mist, the verdant green came into my eyes. This kind of green gives people an unforgettable feeling. It is divine, light, faint, and hazy, just like heaven. He flows in the rain and mist, into my eyes and through my heart.
The fog is getting thicker, and it’s like an illusion that you want to admit first. This fog is like white clouds. It would be great if you could walk on the white clouds and feel the delicate mountain rain!
The sound of the mountain rain "rustling..." became softer and softer, and the rain gradually disappeared. Probably Miss Shanyu is tired! I was so intoxicated that I couldn't come back to my senses for a while. The birds were chirping, as if they were reminiscing about the mountain rain just like me; dewdrops fell drop by drop on the leaves, seeming to be touched by the selfless spirit of the mountain rain; the grass drooped its head, seeming to be overwhelmed by the mountain rain. Shan Yu felt nostalgic.
In a nutshell: I can’t forget this mountain rain.
7 Rain in Mountains
The world is so big, no matter where there is no rain, there will always be rain in the mountains and rivers. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is soft and greasy. It has the smell of makeup and powder, which wears people's minds. In the neon troubled area, high-rise buildings, bright lights and wine, you can never see the rain in its extreme form. Rain should be the most beautiful embellishment of green mountains and green waters, the most sincere call of mountains and wilderness, and the most beautiful music of mountains and rivers.
In the endless mountainous areas, every rainy season, thousands of miles of mountains meander up and down. , all wrapped in dense rain like fine sand.
The heavy rain is like pearls. "Ding dong" "Ding dong"... "" Knocked on the tree slowly. Among the flowers. Among the grass... The rain must be bright and round. It flows along the flowers and leaves and gently flows to the ground. The soft sandy mountain road outlines the winding lines. It is really the most beautiful line in the world.
The sky is covered with dark clouds and the pine branches are ready to go. From green to dark green, it was like a large piece of thick ink splashed on the trees. In an instant, the chant of "Hua Hua Hua Hua" rose from the ground, and the mountain wind whistled by, in tune with the rhythm, which made it feel refreshing. Thousands of miles of mountains and forests twist happily with the rain.
These are beautiful, but the most desirable thing is the misty drizzle.
At that time, the entire mountain was a magical world. The rain is not heavy, just enough to be blown up by the phoenix and dance diagonally, just enough to be torn into silk strips. He can control this just right and show the best side in detail. Looking up, I saw a layer of gauze flying across the green barrier, faint and shallow, and even the mountains softened. The drizzle whispers softly, as if a beautiful woman is leaning on the shoulder and whispering. The mountains are also in tacit understanding. They are silent at this moment, listening attentively and savoring carefully. Thinking about how many people are looking away from the building at this time, looking at the autumn water, feeling melancholy, I hope that tomorrow morning the geese will fly by with a strong wind, and they will express their concerns.
The raindrops, densely packed, beat the sky above the mountains and forests from all directions, as if they would never stop, falling from the heart of the sky, straight to the world, to the bottom of the heart, to the water surface, to the treetops , falls on the lips, falls on the fingertips, falls in the wind, falls in the dream with eyes open and closed.
The mountain rain was mixed with the sound of low footsteps, coming from the distant hills in the west, through the woods, across the mountains, and across the paddy fields. Sometimes, when the breeze is slanting and the rain is falling, a few clear and melodious mountain flute sounds can be heard, accompanying the rain. One or two farmers flashed out of the ink painting, riding cows with bare feet and mist in their coir raincoats. The cows flicked their tails and cool water droplets splashed. "Rustling, rustling" the mountains and forests are thin, the clouds and mist are rising slightly, bathing in spiritual energy, it is enchanting and moving. In the slight breeze, I feel that my body and mind have entered a clear state of mind. I think of the rain as the breeze, the shadows of the tea ladies fluttering, and their delicate hands flying.
Slow down, and describe this ethereal beautiful water to be more pure and charming.
8 Mountain Rain
It came suddenly - following the moist mountain wind, following the light clouds and mist, the rain came gently and quietly...
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First I heard its sound, coming from far away in the mountains and forests, from high hillsides——
Sha la la, Sha la la...
< p> Like a wordless ballad, it miraculously floats from all directions, and gradually becomes clearer and louder, from far to near, from far to near...The sound of rain reminds me of Li Shangyin The poem of leisurely stop and return to Tingyi. The air is cool and the short pavilion is slightly moved. The bamboo dots are thin and the duckweed has not opened. The slightly sparse fireflies seem to be written about my feeling at the moment. The rain turns every rock, leaf, and green grass in the mountain into a wonderful piano key. The falling rain strands are countless light and soft fingers, playing one string after another. An elegant, fantasy-colored ditty... "This song should only exist in the sky"!
The rain changed the color of the mountains and forests. Under the sunlight, the color levels of the mountains and forests are so numerous that they are almost indistinguishable, including dark green, emerald green, light blue, golden yellow, and fire-like red. In the rain, all the colors melt into the wet green, which is dazzling and transparent. This fresh green seems to be flowing in the rain and mist, flowing into my eyes and into my heart...
This green in the rain is difficult to bring out on the painter's palette, but Once you've seen this watery green, it's hard to forget. The memory is like a piece of dry rice paper. This green color quietly melts and spreads on the paper along with the wisps of light rain...
It goes away suddenly - I don’t know when, the rain , stopped quietly. The wind also held its breath, and the mountains suddenly became very quiet. In the distance, an unknown bird began to sing, as if expressing the joy after bathing. Nearby, the raindrops condensed on the leaves continued to drip down, falling into the small puddles on the roadside, making an unusually clear sound——
Ding——Dong——Ding—— Winter...
It seems like the afterglow of a mountain rain.