A little coolness, a little spring rain, you have brought vitality to mankind, and I love you.
The spring rain falls from the sky with joy and harvest. The rain soaked the flowers and trees and gave them plenty of water. Flowers and trees are desperate to allow nectar and happily allow showers.
Listen, drip, drip ... that's the sound of spring rain, drip, drip ... that's the sound of spring, drip, drip ... that's the call of spring. ......
Rain is transparent, it is so thin, so small, so light, as if it were tears from heaven, tears when excited. It accepted God's will and brought happiness and joy to mankind. ......
When I was a child, I often heard adults say, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil." Indeed, silent spring rain, so little rain, can bring the breath and hope of spring to the earth.
The spring rain washed away the dust. The place it passed was so fresh and the air was so fresh. "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." This mild rain has brought many new hopes to mankind. The spring rain washed the earth clean.
The spring rain is still raining, and it is still raining. I like mild spring rain.
Xia Yu
It's July now, and the thunder is constantly outside the window, the rain is "falling" and the wind is howling. There are floods all over the country, and the college entrance examination has been changed to June.
Cha, a knife flashed across the shoulder; Boom, a gun is like thunder, and a loud noise explodes the brain; Torrential rain, torrential rain. Countless raindrops are full of power, instantly connected into a line, and with a "wow", the rainstorm covers the earth like a big pot cover. They landed on the window with a bang, splashing countless small rain flowers, and kept dripping down, leaving a watermark. There are almost no people outside the window, and the trees with new leaves around them are covered by thick rain curtains. Looking at it, it is green, as if it had been melted by the rain. "The wind shakes the mountains and turns into angry waves, and raindrops fly in the air and shoot strong crossbows." It's raining hard again, and the wind is blowing hard, blowing the young trees crooked, as if they were going to fall to the building at once, and the branches of the big trees are swinging strongly from side to side, which makes my heart tremble.
Another thunderbolt was deafening. Countless soldiers with weapons stabbed the heart of the earth, oh, my dear earth! You've been through too many vicissitudes. How can you stand this war? Quietly listening to the rain outside the window, it seems that the earth is crying: human beings, ruthless human beings! Where is my coat? Where is my pure body? Give it back to me! Give it back to me!
This is the sad cry of Mother Earth, which is deafening, but did the children hear it?
1. Spring rain is the gentlest. If the spring rain comes, try to let it wipe your face. That kind of feeling is very gentle, just like mom touching your face gently, which is very comfortable. After the spring rain, flowers and plants will be more colorful. Spring rain is their nourishment.
2. Summer rain is the most enthusiastic. Rain hits the eaves, and the glass makes a "Hua La" sound, which makes people feel that Yu Xia is like a crazy bee, constantly chirping. It's hard to be hit in the face by summer rain. It hurts like a small stone in the face.
Autumn rain is a combination of spring rain and summer rain Autumn rain sometimes sweeps across the earth, but sometimes it falls like a gasp. However, autumn rain is the messenger of harvesting fruits. After the autumn rain, the farmer's uncle felt much more relaxed, because the harvest day came.
Winter rain, like ancient women, rarely shows up. If it rains in winter, it is likely to snow. It is flying in the sky. At this time, the children are happy and can have fun again.
5. Crying rain: Rain is like a baby crying. It not only goes from choking and sobbing to tears without gradual rhythm or warning; And the ending came to an abrupt end. None of the raindrops became sparse and small, and the dark clouds slowly spread out excessively, as if the raindrops were still hanging in mid-air. You are not like the spring rain of a shy girl, but only give gentle and moist kisses to flowers and plants; You don't like the tired old lady's autumn rain, which gives people unbearable shade and rain.
You are like an unscrupulous and unrestrained young man, pouring out your uncontrollable love for flowers, crops and mother earth; Like an infatuated girl, telling her lover her deep love.
Ah, Yu Xia, you savage soul? Only you deserve to be called "the life of youth"!
Ah, Yu Xia, you are walking briskly, and your footsteps are rushing to shoulder the mission of destroying branches and welcome dust.
I praise you, Yu Xia!
Summer rain often comes and goes quickly, without the lingering of pure rain and the leisurely autumn rain. Summer is poetic. Xia Feng is fresher than spring breeze, and summer nights are more charming than spring nights. The summer heat gradually receded during the day, the crescent moon hung in the sky, and the stars shed a little cold light.
Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.
People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."
Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.
In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.
Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me?
There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years. In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.
The rain is still ringing, like my real heartbeat.
Thunder:
1, a flash of lightning ripped through the whole sky, followed by earth-shattering thunder, which seemed to shatter the whole universe.
2. At night, thunder and lightning, storms. Lightning flashes like a silver snake in the dark clouds.
3. At this moment, there is a terrible roar in the forest. With this roar, dust filled the sky and leaves flew around. Suddenly, it was dark.
This is really a terrible night. Thunder rumbled and thundered, and the whole sky seemed to be on fire. The cold wind rolled up dust and blew down all the trees in the field.
I saw a silvery white lightning streaking across the sky, like a Youlong. Father Lei followed the report closely, and the roar resounded through the sky, and people's screams were deafening.
Bird song:
The night is a little deep, and it is quiet all around. When it was rare to be quiet, suddenly a bird song broke the silence, and my heart couldn't stop shaking slightly. How can I forget the birdsong that haunts my hometown every night!
The birds in my hometown are in harmony. Almost every voice is deeply imprinted with the shadow of my childhood. In my ears and heart, it has long been written as a melodious melody, and every note is a look back. Or accompanied by sunny laughter, or accompanied by the shepherd's crisp flute, or accompanied by music for bold and loud folk songs, or accompanied by letters for the spring return to the earth, flowers bloom and fall, or simply and generously show off on the misty branches in the morning, calling for friends ... But in any case, it is dawn, and people meet new challenges with new spirit on a new day and play to the highest.
When I set foot on my long-lost hometown again, my mind was full of joy and happiness, and I felt more cordial when I saw the smiling faces of my familiar relatives. Walking alone in the Woods in the afternoon may be a unique tacit understanding. The birds didn't escape my sudden visit. I still walk in quiet steps, twittering and twittering. A small sparrow, covered with dark gray feathers, fluttered up and down in the Woods, as if I didn't know what was going on, calling and calling out a quiet companion around me. For an instant, the forest was full of excitement, as if excited girls were making noise before the dance began. Gradually, some birds began to be silent. Occasionally, the crisp sound rippled in the depths of the jungle and stepped into a valley. The notes dripping from the ice spring on the water are clean and pleasant. I can't stop dreaming. They are greeting me. Do you welcome me? Or are you enthusiastically recommending your single? Or ... I smiled, which told them everything I wanted to say. The birdsong in my hometown is not only a beautiful song, but also a wonderful eternal poem. My heart is intoxicated with its agility and guides me forward.
As Zhu Ziqing said, "The days slip away in our hands in a hurry, and occasionally I am caught off guard." I know I will experience more and bear more in the future, but my hometown is my eternal spiritual pillar and life. If distance is a kind of beauty, then the distance between me and my hometown is beauty and strength. No matter how dangerous the front is, I am lonely and scarred, but my broken wings will fly high!
Birds singing in my hometown, like sunshine and spring breeze, will stay in my heart forever!