Is the angel of God, the nectar that moistens friendship, or the cocoon that turns insects into butterflies. It is always changing and telling. -inscription
When the grass spits out the first bud; Flowers form the first bud; The willow branches take out the first branch; It landed gracefully and danced with its special wings. It says: I am an angel of God, nourishing every land. In its dancing, the farmer's uncle in the rice field showed a gratified smile, as if silently admiring: good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The graceful dance conveys the message of spring, energy, smile and amazing dance steps, which turn into Cupid's arrows and shoot at every pair of people who are destined.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. The rain in the West Lake seems more attractive. Raindrops are like pearls, crystals and diamonds. The natural bead curtain hangs leisurely between heaven and earth, and the breeze blows in the rain, just like a tinkling blue wind chime telling the lingering fate, telling the promise that the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and telling the heroic oath of vows of eternal love. Rain said: I am Cupid, I wish every couple a lover!
When plain clothes in the West Lake fall asleep and the Leifeng Tower is hazy in the drizzle, will the legend of White Snake and Xu Xian be repeated on the broken bridge? A woman dressed in white is walking in the rain, and the silk skirt sweeping the floor is like clouds, adding a mysterious light. The bamboo umbrella is elegant and unique, accompanied by the beautiful images embedded in the West Lake map, causing ripples on the water surface, or meeting a poem given by a fallen Xianxia.
The rain is still weaving obliquely, adding a touch of poetry to the misty mountains and the water flowing around them. I don't know whether Boya and his son met in this drizzle. Since then, a song "Running Water in the Mountains" has been handed down from generation to generation, and scholars have sacrificed heroically for their bosom friends for generations to come. Rain said: I am the dew watered for every flower of friendship, making it more touching! Just like Boya's broken string in Children's Grave, you know, friendship is like rain, and there is no room for dust!
It rained harder and harder, and I found it lost its original gentleness. It firmly answered my doubts: I am a cocoon that turns insects into butterflies. Do you feel oppressed, too? Only without the destruction of raging fire, how can the phoenix turn decay into magic when it is nirvana! Yes, oppression is to wait for the outbreak, destruction is to shape strength, and rain is kind. Do you realize that? Pain will always disappear after the storm, but strength and reason will last forever after the storm!
I have been listening to stories in the rain; Listen to the rain; Listen to the testimony in the rain Rain, even if it passed in the blink of an eye, is still raining in Mao Mao at the bottom of my heart and has been moistening it. ...