On a warm night in spring, I sat at the window and thought silently: What season should spring be? Just thinking, the' sound' outside the window slightly hit the eardrum. Gently, tactfully, lingering, as if life is stepping on the footsteps of spring and moving forward quietly. It is raining. Here it comes, bringing the breath of spring. When I open the window, the rain is like a ribbon, brushing my window lattice, brushing every green leaf and brushing every beautiful flower, which is better than loving my mother, comforting the darling of nature and enjoying the grace of nature to the fullest.
It's raining hard. Breaking the silence of the bamboo forest at night, a pair of birds who spent the night were awakened. But it is not manic, but like a lively deer, jumping happily, playing melodious music like a silver bell with its little hooves, echoing for a long time and floating into my heart.
It's still raining, from smooth to lively, from lively to calm. Although the night was deep and quiet, and there was only endless darkness outside the window, I still picked up the telescope on the table to listen to the rain with me and looked out. I am not looking at the clean and refreshing land in the darkness outside the window, but at my heart washed by the spring rain. At this moment, I suddenly felt that I had interpreted spring and got the answer I wanted.
Spring is the season of rain, the season of life awakening and the season of soul. Because only the spring rain can wash the dust of the soul; Only a spring night can bring a moment of peace to the soul; Only spring can sublimate a pure mind. ...