More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu
I like to listen to the sound of rain in Mao Mao alone at night. I think rain is a natural spirit. Turn on the desk lamp, sprinkle warm yellow light, make a cup of fragrant tea, savor it carefully and listen quietly. ...
When I opened the window, the fresh earthy fragrance floated in with the falling rain. Oh, I can only feel unspeakable and unspeakable comfort. I want to listen to the natural rain again with the grace of Yi 'an, the boldness of Dongpo, the indifference of Nalan and the artistic conception of Nalan.
Spring rain is small and warm. She is fresh but not charming. She is slim, but full of energy. She always talks about the remoteness and warmth of spring in detail. Yu Xia's boldness makes people happy. She is like an amazing masterpiece. Sometimes mountains and rivers run, sometimes thousands of miles run, and sometimes mountains and rivers are refreshing. The bitter autumn rain makes people feel pity. Sometimes she sings and sometimes she wants to talk about it. Winter rain is no longer reserved, but her manners are dignified and elegant. Listening to the rain of four seasons, I don't feel sad.
Rain is spiritual, and she seems to "sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently" according to people's wishes. Rain is also gentle, and there is no feeling of "getting wet in clothes, raining apricot flowers and blowing cold willows". Rain is still enchanting. "The rain in the sky is crisp, but the grass in the distance is very close." Whenever it is easy to celebrate in the cold and summer, I always feel that the world is sinister and the world is rolling, so I yearn for that "green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to return."
The tea in the cup has been finished, and I don't want to pour another cup. Miao Yu once said, "One cup is good, and two cups will become a foolish thing to quench your thirst."
Wind and rain make wisdom.
Wind belongs to art, and rain is close to philosophy.
Like a person listening to the rain at night, listening to the natural melody, "once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever." She keeps me thinking, just like a white cloud floating in my heart, making it quiet and lofty.
The more sophisticated a mortal is, the more witty he is, and the less elegant he is. I'd rather be less witty and more elegant. Committed to converting to the elegance of nature.
In the dead of night, listening to the rain with the lights on, I feel like I'm smiling.
I also wrote an article about the death of a relative in autumn rain. You can use this to express your dislike of autumn rain.
2. Spring; Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Summer; Haiyan roared with anger. Waves cry in angry water droplets and contend with the wind. You see, the strong wind tightly rolled up layers of huge waves and slammed them on the cliff, smashing these large jadeites into dust and dust. = = = = Let the storm come more violently! !
Autumn: after the rain, the mountains are empty and stand in the autumn night.
Dong: ms of winter rain is rare, only this one was found.
Shang Mei spent her time like a rain, but the child's nature was unintentional. Keep yourself safe, cranes will return to China, and crows at the mouth of the forest will gather in the forbidden forest. The state of things is changing at any time, and the weather is sunny and cloudy. I have no pity. The northwest is cold and the snow is deep.
Ah, and this: it's exquisite and contrasting.
Winter rain, falling from the sky, mixed with ice drops like snow but not snow, hurts like a knife cut on the face. It's just that this winter rain scares you and chills you. I often lament the magic of nature, rain and snow come to earth hand in hand! Rain and snow are sometimes annoying, but they are said to clean up the world. Winter rain, although there has never been a beautiful praise of spring rain, has no complaints, silently telling people, predicting: my disappearance, white snowy days are just around the corner. The winter rain and the last trace left by the warm atmosphere have lost the pride of the summer storm and the gentleness of the autumn rain, and they are just doing their bit to create a better world. I put on my cotton-padded clothes and tried to experience the smell of winter rain. Before I came to my senses, my whole body was covered with its affection. It told me gently, don't say I am heartless. Although I am in the wrong season, we are also sons of nature and friends who walk with you in this world. The world is quiet and innocent because of rain. The quietly falling winter rain has added a bit of harmony and beauty to this ordinary world, and dedicated everything to the freshness of this world, with no regrets.