I am the rain full of energy and hope. I fell from the sky, and with my happy mood, the earth showed happy laughter. With fresh air, I put my gentle body close to the earth and melted in the soil.
"Di, di, di ..." The rain you hear is the melody I play with my life. I am dripping water in the eaves tile room, among flowers and trees, on rivers, lakes and seas. Different voices are mixed together to form an intriguing poem. When you calm down and close your eyes, you can hear my deep breath and wish for nature in the summer afternoon, in the cool autumn night, in the dense bamboo forest and in the long silent alley.
Since ancient times, people have become extremely complicated when they talk about me, and some even shake their heads and sigh! In a dry and rainy place, my arrival will make people think of me as an angel. When it rains, I become the evil spirit of flood disaster again. At this time, I became the devil in their minds. ...
"I am a sigh from the sea, a big tear from the sky, a smile from the field and a note from the earth."
I tell you with a smart voice, an uprising body and a clear head. I wonder if you understand me-the heart of rain.
I cycle between heaven and earth, I come from the sky, absorb the aura of the earth, and then turn it into steam and return to the sky. Guess who I am?
Yes, I am Yu. I did a lot of good things. I water everything. Because of my existence, all kinds of plants on the ground can grow so well. Because of me, people save a lot of time and energy. People often praise me with such good words as "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes" and "timely rain". I was very excited to see my status in people's minds getting higher and higher, so I worked harder. I didn't expect my kindness to become a bad thing. I destroyed crops, flooded houses and flooded some low-lying places on the ground. At this time, I was scolded all day. So I cried sadly and dried all my tears. Then I shut myself at home and thought behind closed doors. I haven't shown up for a long time. People began to miss me again and look forward to my arrival.
People often say that no one is perfect, and our rain is sometimes imperfect. Can you praise us more, so that we can do more good for mankind and try not to do bad things?
When I come near you, you push me hard.
When I left you, you called me gently.
Sometimes,
I will bring you great pain.
Let you lose your loved ones and a happy family.
Sometimes,
I will bring you infinite vitality.
Make your life full of happiness and happiness.
When you come back from far away, I will wash away all the dust on you.
When you have troubles in life, I will wash away all your troubles.
When you lost your loved ones because of the flood, I can only suffer with you.
When you lost your happy home because of the disaster, I can only meditate silently.
Maybe you will be very sad when I come, so sad that I hate it.
Maybe you will look forward to my arrival, looking forward to that lovely me.
When I get there, I may not go back.
When I leave, maybe I won't come again.
Remember, your happiness is my expectation.
It was cloudy this morning, but it began to rain in the afternoon.
So, I sat by the window, listening to the winter rain tinkling and falling like broken beads. Listen, it's raining heavily, whispering, crying and smiling.
The essence is purity, which comes with the wind and goes with it. I don't know whether it is elegant or deep. Oh! Is this winter rain? Perhaps it is a year of thinking, all accumulated in the cold winter, so this winter rain is silent and thoughtful. Listening to the sound of winter rain is listening to a bunch of flowers whispering in the distance. A yearning, in this cold winter, listening to the winter rain, is like a kind of music, a comfort, a ray of warmth.
Listening to the sound of winter rain splashing on the ground, listening to the sound of winter raindrops hitting the house, accompanied by the sound of cars on the road seems to form a kind of music. Oh, listening to the rain is like enjoying a poem and listening to a melodious ancient music. Listening to the rain turned out to be in a beautiful artistic conception, seeking a poem.
Listen to the winter rain, bang, it has been raining. This is how I feel when I listen to the rain. Listening to the rain is a kind of enjoyment, a spiritual, pleasant, peaceful and natural beauty enjoyment, which makes people feel very comfortable.
Did you hear the rain tell composition 5? I tap your window lintel with a slender soft cloth;
Did you get a look at him? I strung glittering and translucent water drops into curtains and hung them between heaven and earth;
Do you feel it? My cool kiss gently falls on your eyebrow corner.
I came with the wind and I dispersed the dark clouds.
I kissed the new willow sprouting in early spring, making the branches appear bright green;
I embrace the white lotus in full bloom in midsummer and appreciate the graceful posture of the flowers;
I blew off the yellow leaves in late autumn, paving the ground for the desolation of Cang Sang;
I visited the winter sky and sent a biting farewell to the earth.
I walked through ancient wells and dry ponds full of weeds;
I walked through the colorful fallen petal cloister;
I walked through the mottled and broken red walls and green tiles.
I walked lightly on the bluestone road, and my sleeves brushed the quietly flowing lake;
I strolled leisurely in Koitabashi. The skirt was dyed with the elegant and fresh orchid fragrance.
Did you get a look at him? As clear and transparent as the washed sky;
Did you hear that? Everything in nature whispers my name;
Do you feel it? The first breeze with the fragrance of flowers came against my face.
Don't blame me for blowing my voice, and don't blame me for being sentimental ...
I gave everything to you.
I am not the rain in July. ...
The rain in July roared, contended with the stormy waves and swept the earth unscrupulously. People hate it and plants are afraid of it. ...
And my April drizzle gently penetrated into the children's clothes. Touch the children's faces. People expected me to come, and when I came, everything came back to life. ...
I am not the rain in December. ...
The rain in December, cold and stingy, has come. It's not big, but people hide everything they can, but they can't. They huddled in umbrellas trembling, not because there was smoke in their mouths, and the crops were frozen into the soil. The lion who usually dominates the country also hides in the cave and falls asleep.
And I, the April rain, warm and selfless, I came, although there are only a few thin lines, but people looked at me and rushed out; Several couples are holding hands and continuing their "everlasting" love under my witness; As soon as the crops saw me, they drilled jasper seedlings; Under my guidance, the lion put away his usual prestige and walked meekly on the green grass …
I, the April rain, woven the heaven and the earth together and tied our two hearts tightly together.
I come from a distant paradise, where white clouds are fluttering and the breeze is blowing gently. Everything is so holy and beautiful.
However, I came anyway. I abandoned the beauty of heaven and came with tears. Not for the fragrance of flowers, not for the whisper of the breeze, not for the splendor of the sunrise. Just to listen to Song Like's A Silver Bell on Earth. Blooming smile is the conductor of that song, innocent and sweet laughter is the melody of that song, and heart language is the lyrics of that song.
I don't like solo, but I love thrilling harmony. I am eager to hear that beautiful myth once slipped out of a clever mouth. So gentle and delicate, so brilliant and flawless, so intoxicating.
Every note is so fresh and bright, so harmonious and unparalleled. Every note is a seed of hope. I came, spring came, and the seeds of hope were planted.
Expect rain.
That day has finally arrived.
I can't wait to land on the earth.
Come to your yellow bud
If pink face is raised,
You suck me.
I moisten you
You suck away my sweetness.
You are free from small to large, from shallow to deep, from narrow to blue sky.
Until the fragrance disappears
Simple love
In every inch of your skin
You laugh and laugh.
My tears are a little cloudy.
The last one to arrive
I bid you a wordless farewell under the rainbow.
Please don't shake your vitality and your strength to me sadly and brilliantly.
I'm gone, but my soul has already infiltrated into your growing blood.
Please don't be sad when I go back to brew.
After half a year, I will give you hope for the new year with new strength.
If there ever comes a day when
Like me, you have to leave.
Please don't be sad.
Waiting for savings
It's that day again
I will be reborn with you!
I am your baptism
I am your funeral.
That's what I'm saying.
I like your rain.
Children, I am Yu, and I came to China to live with you.
I came quietly from a beautiful place, and I will never let you find out. Don't refuse if you know it. Please believe that I am the rain in April. I am gentle and will never hurt you. I will care about you with all my love and let you feel the warmth of spring. Children, come with me to get close to nature and feel the true meaning of life in the forest; Go to the stream to feel the melody of freedom; Go to the top of the mountain to enjoy the joy of success. ...
My hometown is very beautiful, where the peaks are towering and the white clouds are full of blue sky ... I like to play there like a child, but I am different from you. I grew up happily in the arms of white clouds.
I want to teach you to smile. Be optimistic and positive in adversity. It looks simple, but it won't be handy to do. But as long as you are optimistic, there will be a breakthrough in all difficulties.
Children, I'm coming. I'm not going back. I want to watch you grow up happily and fly freely, so that I can rest in peace happily.
Talking about Rain Composition 10 Hello everyone, I am an indispensable member of nature, and my name is Rain. We are a big family, in which I have made many good friends. Their tempers are different, including: violent thunderstorm, gentle drizzle, naughty sunshine and rain, impatient downpour and strange Yu Yu. ...
One day, I had a good time with my friends. Suddenly Brother Wuyun woke us up and said to us, "You are not young, you should make some contributions to nature." Then Brother Wuyun took us to a dry pond, where all the fish were exposed and said, "See? How pathetic these fish are. Now, only you can save him. " Say that finish, we jump.
Many friends started dancing without thinking. I didn't want to jump at first, but when I thought of the fish in this fish pond and the contribution to nature, I jumped up and jumped down again.
Since then, I have made some friends-Xiaoyu.
On this day, the sky was clear, and I sat in front of the window in a daze, thinking, and suddenly the sky was overcast. Only clouds soon covered the sun. The wind was blowing hard and the windows creaked. Broke my meditation. Hear the sound of raindrops outside the window I looked up at the sky. It seems that the rain is telling his sadness, sadness, sadness and pain, just like everything else. It's raining harder at this time.
Like the sky is crying. Crying so sad, so lonely, so powerless. Rain is the source of all life. He saved the earth and plants with his own body, and finally arrived at this thirsty moment. The cry of rain brought new hope to the earth. Make everything laugh. Let the plants struggling at the starting line come back to life. The rain is crying. But rain doesn't know its great and sacred duty. Rain only tears when it is sad. The rain seems to be saying the same thing as us. He met with difficulties. I was beaten and cried by others. Singing a sad song. Let's listen. We listened attentively to the rain. This is a perfect inspirational song.
Talking about Rain Composition 12 Hello everyone, my name is Rain, and everyone is no stranger to me.
I live in the sky, I am home everywhere, I travel everywhere, and I have a bad temper, sometimes gentle and sometimes irritable.
In spring, like a toddler, I stop and go, sending nectar to the arid land, so that the wheat seedlings can thrive, so I am called "spring rain is as expensive as oil" by the farmer's uncle.
In summer, I am like a child's face, which changes as soon as I say it. The hot weather makes me irritable. When I am happy, I will go out for a walk. When I was angry, I flew into a rage and it was raining cats and dogs. Don't mess with me in summer
In autumn, I am as clever and gentle as a little girl, stroking the golden ginkgo tree gently, kissing the fruitful apple tree, and accompanying busy people from morning till night.
In winter, I am like a child who is afraid of the cold. I don't go out very often. Even when I went out, I was driven home early in the cold.
I am everywhere, everywhere, in every corner of the world, I tell my joys and sorrows to the earth; I proved my existence to Dashan; I poured out my heart to the sea.
I am a gentle spring rain, as thin as a flower needle. Whenever I fall, people will feel my mother's hand touching my face. I often say, "I can nourish the earth. When people are depressed, I can play beautiful music to relax them."
I am a grumpy summer rain, roaring like a tiger. If I come to the earth, I will have to cause some losses! Because of my bad temper, I have to connect it at once, just like a good brother, reluctant to part.
I am an industrious autumn rain, but I was also very naughty when I was a child. If I show up, I will definitely help people a lot. I can water the crops. However, I am also very naughty sometimes, and I will spoil what others have just eaten. I am like a thermometer, naughty when I go up and hardworking when I go down.
I am a spoiled winter rain, shy as a girl. I seldom come and go because I am shy and afraid that others will see me. I always show up quietly. I'm like a snow queen. Anyone who touches me will shudder.
I am a changeable rain. Every season has a different personality, sometimes annoying and sometimes pleasing.
I am a beautiful rain, which makes people happy. In hot summer, when the land is cracked and the flowers bow their heads, I will gently sprinkle them to make them feel a little cold.
I am a musician. When it rains, when you lie by the window, you will hear my heartfelt music, beautiful notes and sweet music, which will make you feel the sound of nature and my voice, and make you happier.
I am one of your best listeners. If you are unhappy or upset, just tell me. When you need the audience most, I will listen to you quietly. When I finish, I believe you will have your happiness and the original you. I am also willing to listen to you, listen to your troubles and help you share.
I am a sigh of the sea, a tear in the sky and a smile in the field. I watered the seedlings and washed the dust. However, some people say that my shortcomings have caused many houses to collapse and bridges to be washed away, but I will change and become the rain that people like.
I am the messenger of spring, nourishing the grass, soothing the earth, making spring full of vitality and letting the earth feel the fresh air brought by rain.
I am a beautiful rain, which makes people happy. In hot summer, when the land is cracked and the flowers bow their heads, I will gently sprinkle them to make them feel a little cold.
I am a musician. When it rains, when you lie by the window, you will hear my heartfelt music, beautiful notes and sweet music, which will make you feel the sound of nature and my voice, which will make you happier.
I am one of your best listeners. If you are unhappy or upset, just tell me. When you need the audience most, I will listen to you quietly. When I finish, I believe you will have your happiness and the original you. I am also willing to listen to you, listen to your troubles and help you share.
I am a sigh of the sea, a tear in the sky and a smile in the field. I watered the seedlings and washed the dust. But some people say I have shortcomings. I have caused many houses to collapse and bridges to be washed away, but I will change, and I will become the rain that people like.
I am the messenger of spring, nourishing the grass, soothing the earth, making spring full of vitality and letting the earth feel the fresh air brought by rain.