The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.
He was soaked through in the heavy rain, as if he had been splashed on his head by a big basin of water. Wet clothes and trousers clung to him in a very uncomfortable posture. He stepped on his shoes like a wet sponge and dragged them to the door step by step.
I got up early in the morning and went downstairs to see that the ground was slightly wet and it was raining. Thin rain, slightly cool, I didn't stop, trotted all the way in the rain, crossed the road, ran south along the alley of Shixiaodong in Zhaoyang, and arrived at the flood control corridor along the Wangjiatang River.
4. In my impression, that spring rain always falls gently on that early spring night, as if it brought people unexpected surprises; It seems that she is afraid of disturbing the dreams of the world, so she is so quiet, caressing the thirsty earth and mountains like filaments, wetting every corner. When I get up in the morning, the first thing I see is spinach and vegetables in the garden.
Sunny spring rain
Like wisps of silver thread weaving a hazy picture, old Niu Niu walked clumsily in the picture. On his back, the shepherd wore a hat and a flute. The drizzle penetrated into the earth. The new green face is full of vigor and vitality. Dead wheat seedlings in winter moistened chapped skin. The swallow over there seems to have cut the curtains.