the spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, the autumn rain is desolate, and the winter rain is cold; Due to seasonal changes, the mood is different. However, the color of the rain is as beautiful as the sound of the rain.
In picture music and poetry, there are many excellent works describing rain. Line colors and musical melodies are ethereal and transparent.
The light and thin rain flower, like drifting fog, is white, kissing people's faces lightly and feeling itchy slightly; And gently wet the clothes. Umbrella is like a sail, floating and sinking in the rain; Also like big wings, it is boundless in the southeast and northwest, and it is drifting around because of the wind.
silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain, really makes people happy. You don't have to wear a raincoat, you can wander outdoors, and the rain is like honey and wine, nourishing your soul.
-this fantastic rain, this strange rain, makes people fantasize like a dream.
I remember the apricot blossom and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Raindrops beat on the boat canopy, and there was also the fragrance of pear flowers in the rain. I remember the summer rain in the West Lake, full of vigor and vitality, and the lotus leaves all over the lake were beaten. I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain, with heavy fog and deep locks, and all the trees are rustling. The pine and cypress that support the sky are washed by the rain, which is particularly vigorous. I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, like weeping, and the smoke from huts on both sides of the strait was gloomy, like a stained pencil drawing.
A drizzly and breezy night is suitable for reading poems and essays. On a stormy night, it is advisable to horror the supernatural novels. Otherwise, invite a few confidants, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a bag of peanuts and light a candle, which will be another fun. Wind and rain are more suitable for pregnant people, and pregnant people are often insomnia; A sound of wind and rain seems to leave people and whisper.
That summer, I sat with my friends in Spring and Autumn Pavilion. At that time, the water chestnut was ripe, and on Lianchitan, villagers were driving boats and busy picking; The white clouds in the sky are in harmony with the egrets on the water. Showers come suddenly, like Ma Benteng; Banping Mountain suddenly disappeared, only the dense rain hung a bead curtain for Lianchi. In the shower, those boats that collect water chestnuts are still swaying leisurely. People on the ship don't even wear hemp fiber.
there is not much rainfall in southern Taiwan Province. Especially in Kaohsiung, the dust is all over the sky; Dust piled up on the branches and leaves, and after a shower, it was green and brand-new. Shoushan after the rain, enchanting overlooking the silent love; Silver-scaled water waves are also dyed green by green mountains.
On the river bank, on the row of cement columns, the porcelain covers of the row of street lamps are inlaid between mountains and rivers like white jade balls, which vaguely shows the scenery of the West Lake.
"When will Zhejiang Tide come back?"