Scratching. Ding dong! Raindrops as big as copper coins beat rhythmically on the glass windows and iron tiles. "Hey!" Another big thunder! Tianhe seems to have burst, and the pouring rain is pouring down. Lightning flashed and the branches swayed wildly in the wind and rain. Clouds of white fog rose from the roof, and the water under the eaves leaked down like a waterfall. In a short time, the streets and yards became a Wang Yang, and the water wall more than one meter high splashed where the car passed, and the wind set off layers of water waves. At this moment, we seem to be sitting on a big ship sailing in the wind and rain.
Early in the morning, the rain fell quietly, gently covering the earth with a layer of transparent gauze. At this time, as long as you close your eyes and listen carefully, you will hear a thin "rustling" sound, which is the sound that Miss Chun made when she stepped on the leaves and came to us. Raindrops are her gift to the earth. The house in the distance is hazy, and the plants in the vicinity are particularly green under the drizzle, which reminds me of the scene of "moistening things silently", and I enjoy this quietness and profundity alone.
Autumn rain always brings a bleak feeling. "It's raining on the plane leaves", a poem of seven words, depicts a picture of autumn rain. After reading this poem, a sense of desolation arises spontaneously. The autumn rain dripped and washed away the summer heat. Autumn rain does not necessarily represent desolation, but also represents harvest. You see, in the autumn rain, the fruits are ripe and fragrant; In the rice field, the golden waves are turning, and the cabbage and cucumber are ripe. Autumn rain also reminds me of graceful Li Qingzhao and Liu Yong.
Summer rain, always pouring down, accompanied by thunder and lightning, came to the world together. "Dark clouds can't cover the mountain, and white rain jumps over the boat." This rain is so bold and free! This rain made me think: I thought of heroic martyrs who were vigorous all my life: Dong Cunrui, Yang Jingyu ... and Su Shi and Xin Qiji in the Song Dynasty ... Summer rain cleaned the earth and suddenly cooled down a lot.
It's raining in summer, and under the dark clouds, the long-term knot relaxes and thunder rumbles. The wind, rain and tears are everywhere in the countryside.
Looking up at the sky, dark clouds gather. Just like the commander of the movement, the gray sky suddenly becomes like lightning in the daytime, suddenly waving a baton, and the rain rushes to the ground, like beads falling from a chain, and like a faucet that turns on the brakes. It's dense and urgent. "Hua, tick …" kept playing the prelude to the movement. The sky seems to be more gloomy, and naughty old urchins Lei Gong and Dian Mu also come to have fun from time to time and accompany them.
One drop, two drops and three drops began to rain. The neat pace before seemed a little flustered. A small number of people gathered under the eaves and in the corridors. It is raining harder. There are some small puddles on the deep concave ground, and the rain splashes from time to time, and the small ripples are "rumbled" with noisy thunder. People are no longer running for the second plan, they are looking for shelter from the rain.
It's raining harder and harder. I looked at the "pearl" on the windowsill and couldn't help opening the window. The spring breeze suddenly makes people feel refreshed. A few drops of rain fell on my cheeks, cool and comfortable, bringing a fresh earthy smell, and I was instantly intoxicated by this natural wine.
Autumn rain is lingering and sweet. Autumn rain is whispering and weeping, as if telling people the sadness of parting and a person's loneliness. Autumn rain hits the yellow leaves, which is a gentle blow, and the weak yellow leaves can't stand it. As the autumn rain flutters helplessly, it seems that Huang Die is dancing in the air; Autumn rain fell in the field, the rice turned yellow, and the farmer's uncle was busy harvesting; Autumn rain falls on the maple leaf, which is covered with red. In the rain, it trembled slightly and seemed to wave to people. Can you smell the ripeness of rice, wheat and melon? The air is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus, chrysanthemum and apple ... everything is so sweet.
The rain in spring is gentle and slender. Spring rain drops quietly on the earth, like ox hair, like a needle, like a thin thread. As the saying goes, "moisten things silently"! The spring rain continued, and the light rain fell on our hair, brushed our cheeks and lay in the arms of Mother Earth. The spring rain nurtured the newly awakened earth and awakened the long-dormant frog; The seed opened its mouth and tasted the sweetness of milk; Bud smiled, full of happy tears; Wicker drunk, shaking his tender waist; The stream is happy, rippling with laughter. ...