A little bit of coolness, a little bit of spring rain, you have brought vitality to mankind, I love you like a little bit of spring rain.
The spring rain is pouring down, bringing joy and harvest from the sky. The rain drenched the flowers, plants and trees, giving them enough water. The flowers, plants and trees desperately sucked in the nectar, and happily sucked in the nectar.
Listen, drip, drip...that is the sound of spring rain, drip, drip...that is the sound of spring, drip, drip...that is the call of spring...
The raindrops are transparent, so thin, so small, and so light, as if they are tears from the sky, tears from the sky when it is excited. It has received God's will and brought happiness and joy to mankind...
When I was a child, I often heard adults say: "Spring rain is as precious as oil." It is true, the silent spring rain falls so little , but it can bring the breath of spring and the hope of spring to the earth.
The spring rain washes away the dust. The place it passes is so fresh and the air is so fresh. "Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen." The gentle rain brings so much new hope to mankind. The spring rain washed the earth clean.
The spring rain is still falling, pattering. I love the gentle spring rain.
Translated as spring sleep, I sleep sweetly until dawn.
I hear birds singing everywhere. When I wake up, I only hear the chirping of birds outside the window.
Night comes. The sound of wind and rain reminds me that it rained and the wind blew last night.
You know how many flowers have fallen. The stone steps in the courtyard must be covered with colorful fallen flowers