Raindrops, like thousands of paratroopers, jumped from the air and landed safely on the ground.
Raindrops are connected together like a big net and hung in front of my eyes.
The breeze blew, and the rain curtain tilted, like a thin thread running towards vegetation and walls.
When it rains, the leaves of all kinds of flowers and plants are condensed with glittering and translucent water drops.
Rain falls from the sky like thousands of silver lines, and rows of drained water drops fall from the eaves like a beautiful bead curtain.
It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window. Just like a little dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.
The rain beads rolled down the grass stem, one drop into the soil, the other drop into the grass mouth, and it was gone.
Raindrops fell on my head and body. I stood on my back with my eyes closed and my mouth open. Suddenly I feel as if I have grown up a lot under the drizzle.
After the thunder, the heavy rain kept falling like a broken bead.
It's raining cats and dogs, and the rain under the eaves gathers into a stream in the street.
The heavy rain fell from the sky, and the dark sky seemed to collapse.
Wind chases rain, rain chases wind, wind and rain unite to chase the dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world is raining.
Rain, like thousands of silver wires, floated down from the sky.
The drizzle is falling silently, like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers. Thousands of filaments rippled in mid-air, and long veils covered the black fields.
Dark clouds rolled in the sky and suddenly it rained cats and dogs.
Silky light rain fell from the sky, the raindrops were so small and the rain curtain was so dense that the mountains were covered with white gauze like cicadas.
The rain is fine and cotton, like catkins floating in spring time and space.
Rain like fog, fog like rain, lingering.
In an instant, raindrops became lines, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky collapsed.
It rained lightly in the morning. Although it has cleared up now, the road is still slippery. Autumn crops in the fields on both sides were washed away by rain, and pearls were crystal clear. There is also a fresh and moist smell in the air.
The wind lashed the window like countless whips.
I saw the North Sea rough and roaring. The sudden rain beat on the ground, and the rain splashed.
Autumn rain, like smoke and fog, floated silently in the ruins, and the litter on the open space wet the ground, the house and the trees.
Spring rain, like ox hair, like needles, like filaments, is woven obliquely.
Autumn rain is like a shining pearl, fluttering and swaying.
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Rain falls from the air to every corner. Raindrops are as beautiful as crystal pearls. They fall from eaves, walls and leaves, just like broken beads, and finally connect together to form a water column.
The wind is blowing and it is raining. Close up, there is not even a figure in the street, and the water is wasted. It has become a flowing river, and countless splashes are scrambling to open. From a distance, buildings and trees are blurred.
The wind, with rain stars, seems to be looking for something on the ground, bumping east and west. As soon as pedestrians on the road found shelter from the rain, the rain began to pour down. It's raining harder and harder, and soon it's like a downpour. Look at the rain in the sky, it's really like a waterfall! When a gust of wind blows, the waterfall-like rain is blown like smoke, fog and dust.
Raindrops the size of beans fell to the ground, splashing like a small fountain. When the raindrops fall to the ground, they become small blisters, which look like transparent hats. It's really interesting to observe the process of raindrops turning into small hats!
It's raining harder, and a layer of misty rain and fog splashed on the roof and streets, just like a layer of misty white gauze. Just then, a gust of wind blew fiercely, the white gauze flew away, and the raindrops hit the accumulated water in the street obliquely, stirring up a lot of water.
Suddenly, a north wind blew, and a dark cloud rose from the northern horizon, mixed with lightning and thunder. In an instant, the wind was blowing hard and dark clouds filled the sky. Then the bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky and knocked on the window. Another thunderbolt, deafening. In an instant, the raindrops became a line, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like a falling sky.
One night, dark clouds were gathering, thunder followed, and lightning and thunder flashed in the sky. The wind blew hard, the branches rattled, and in a blink of an eye, it rained cats and dogs.
On Sunday afternoon, I sat at the window and did my homework. The room is particularly stuffy. Suddenly, it got dark and there was a strong wind. It will rain. I quickly closed the window.
After a while, thick raindrops fell and knocked on the glass window. The rain is getting louder and louder. I looked out through the glass window, and there was a very wide bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth. Rain fell on the tiles on the opposite roof, and the splashing water covered the roof like a thin layer of smoke. The rain ran down the eaves and began to connect like broken beads.
What a timely rain! The corn seedlings in the field will have a good time. I seem to see rain flowing into fields, orchards and people's hearts.
The clouds opened and the rain stopped. The sun illuminates the earth. When I opened the window, a faint earthy smell came to my face. The air is as fresh as a filter. The willows outside the window, washed away by the rain, are flourishing and bright green and beautiful.
Rain, falling from the dark sky, and cold enveloped the city where we live.
Early in the morning, from the empty window, the leaves of palm branches in the street have retreated to the green of life, turned into melancholy yellow in the rain, and kissed the silent earth one after another.
Those broken nets without spiders between the branches, with the trembling of the cold wind, the crystal raindrops hanging on the net lines are falling rapidly and breaking quietly on the golden grass. The grass on the ground is soft, just like an old oil painting, hiding endless thoughts about who.
The crowded roads in the city are crowded with people who are busy making a living. They wear raincoats of various colors, and in the cool rain, they are like chess pieces that can't find their place. On the roof of a gray building, there are several wandering pigeons, full of worries, which are even heavier in the rain.
At the moment, only the osmanthus tree in the yard, with delicate flowers among the green leaves, is the only symbol of the passion of life in the rain.
At night, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the crackling rain hits other people's awnings, making the rain more chaotic. Dressed and walked to the window, we saw the neon lights of distant cities, shining with lonely and gentle light in the intermittent rain. As a result, the cold chill hit our hearts, and we only felt that everything in the dark night was a hazy dream when we were young.
Rain, like a magnificent heart, I don't know when and where the years began.
The sky is blue and white clouds are floating freely on it. Suddenly, a large number of dark clouds gathered from all directions. In a short time, the sky was all dyed black.
Suddenly, the rain kept falling like a broken bead. Rain falls on the pond, causing countless ripples, just like flowers on the head of goldfish. When the rain falls in the field, the crops open their mouths to enjoy the sweet rain. Suddenly, those crops seem to have grown a lot. The rain fell on those delicate flower girls, and they all looked down with their little heads.
After a while, it rained even harder. Rain splashed on the cement road and washed it clean.
On the road in the rain, people walked slowly with umbrellas. Umbrellas are colorful and varied, just like beautiful "big flowers" floating around in the rain. They are very beautiful. If you look down from a height, you really think they are flowers!
Slowly, the rain stopped.
You see, the flowers and plants seem to have just taken a bath and put on bright new clothes, and they look so vibrant. Small animals that just disappeared without a trace also ran out of the air, and they seemed to be competing to breathe the particularly fresh air after the rain. Then, the world became noisy again.
Rain is pure and beautiful. It has brought great vitality to the world!
★ People appreciate beautiful flowers, towering trees, grass emerging from the ground, land that breeds life, boundless sky, all-inclusive sea, loyal dogs and smart cats. But what is the highest appreciation value in life? Is it the charming and beautiful appearance of things? Or is it driven by your intuition? No, I think the appreciation of people's highest value lies in the affirmation of things' inner character, the appreciation of firm beliefs and the recognition of good personality.
Therefore, I appreciate the lion with the dignity of a king.
★ The lion has the domineering, majesty and demeanor of the king, which is the true nature given to the lion by nature, which makes people daunting and stay away from it. In fact, people should live like this. If you don't live, you must live wonderfully, with value and dignity. They showed their insistence on respecting the dignity of life. Therefore, I appreciate lions and dignity.
History on the stone tablet
★ "Shake, shake, shake to Waipoqiao, and my grandmother invited me to eat rice cakes. It's better to have a brother-in-law, a distant relative is better than a close neighbor ... "The old nursery rhymes are floating back and forth in the air, reflecting countless cycles. The stone tablet stands quietly at the head of the village, watching the passage of hundreds of years, but the song remains the same.
Antique blowing the vague handwriting on the stone tablet with ancient flavor tells a long story about reason and emotion along the track of time.
"Shake, shake, shake to the Waipoqiao, grandma invited me to eat rice cakes. A brother-in-law, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor ... "Ancient nursery rhymes are floating back and forth in the air, reflecting countless cycles. Stone tablets have stood silently at the head of the village listening to songs for hundreds of years, but history will never repeat itself.
Tell them that a heart is in a jade pot, even though it is pure.
★ When the sun shines on the earth, spring comes, flowers bloom, birds sing and the world warms; Then, why don't we feel the sunshine, the warmth and the world full of spring with a clear heart? !
★ Let us have an iceberg-like noble heart and strong feelings like green hills, and use them to recognize this beautiful world and create a colorful life!
Smoke mini eye
★ The philosopher said that it is not a pair of shoes that affect your walking, but a grain of sand; Similarly, it is not a wall that covers your sight, but a wisp of smoke.
Emotion is a mysterious thing, like a wisp of smoke. I tried to hold it tightly with my hand, but it slipped through my fingers; Want to shut up and swallow, but naughtily float away from the nostrils. It goes far and wide, and it is this invisible substance that sometimes traps our grazing heart.
Smoke Mini's eyes, a beautiful and poetic song, need to be moved by the world, but what is more essential is reason, which is clear and transparent beyond emotion.
Who stole my feathers?
★ "Oh, where are my feathers?" The little peacock got up early in the morning and cried, "Have any of you seen my feathers? Where are my feathers? "
Finally, the little magpie raised her tearful eyes, looked at the little peacock imploringly and said, "Little peacock, can you not invite President Owl?" I took your feathers. The little white rabbit is terminally ill. Her only hope is to wear your feathers for one day, even if it is only one day. In order to help her realize her wish, I stole your feather. I want to put them back tonight.
The peacock's eyes were wet and two tears flowed down.
Dispel the fog in your heart
It is human nature to trust relatives and friends, but it is a virtue to trust others. In the process of trust, we can understand this seemingly complicated world happily and comprehensively.
Let reason decide.
Secularity is an airtight net, and the eyes like wood crystals are inevitably blinded by the rolling world of mortals, which makes the tragedy staged.
Today's friends may be tomorrow's enemies; There may be treacherous intentions hidden behind the smiling expression; The closest person may send you to the bottom of the sea and hold a grudge forever.
The great Syrian prophet inspired everything, not a glance, but rational thinking.
Maybe intimate feelings are really beautiful, but from the perspective of understanding things, we should be willing to travel beautifully. It is reason that leaves an iron mark on people with lofty ideals, and it is reason that makes the world fair.
The light of fact is better than the sword of Damocles. Let reason judge the winner of facts, and let reason judge right and wrong, good and evil. Don't let the ugliness of hypocrites repeat themselves, and don't let the years of "disaster" repeat themselves. Because people are, after all, animals in reality, not kites in dreams, and everything should respect the facts.
Be a wise man
★ Plato once said: "When emotions reach a limit, they often blind your eyes." There is also an old saying in China: "A scholar dies as a confidant, and a woman is ashamed of herself." Emotional differences are really enough to make a person lose his discretion when making a choice.
★ The ancients said: Although a turtle has a long life, it still has an end. Jumping snakes and riding fog will eventually turn to dust. However, a drop of water can penetrate the stone and split the iron. Although a drop of water is light, it never dies. Is it different from being a man? Life should bear a drop of water lightly, leaving aside the interference of affection, presence or absence, quantity and so on. Such a life is the life of a wise man.
Ignorance is a kind of happiness
★ When Chu Huaiwang was confused by Zheng Xiu, he put down the annoying Yi Cheung; He easily listened to the words of his spoiled son Zilan and went to other places, where he was beheaded, laughed at by later generations and regretted it for decades.
When Zou Ji was praised by his wives as "more beautiful than Xu Gong", his heart must be secretly pleased. Fortunately, he was clear-headed, recognized the facts clearly, and reached a wise conclusion that "my wife is beautiful and I am also private", which has been praised by future generations.
With a touch of induction, it is not difficult to draw the following conclusion: the words of relatives are not credible!
★ So I thought of Zheng Banqiao's warning: "It's hard to be confused." If someone asks you for help during the exam, send a note or something, no matter how close you are, don't mess around. We must distinguish right from wrong in matters of principle. If the person you love has just changed into a new dress and excitedly asks for your advice, you might as well say, "Wow, that's great!" " "In the face of pure emotion, I feel that" beauty is in the eye of the beholder ".What is wrong with being confused once in a while?
What a good word "love"
★ People have feelings. As the saying goes, "People are not vegetation, and they cannot be ruthless." So when they recognize things, they unconsciously attach deep personal feelings. So there is the lingering of "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" and the sadness of "the place where petals flow like tears"
★ Emotional maintenance makes the world a better place; However, excessive paranoia and narrow emotional interests will block the beautiful continuation, and emotion will give way to reason in the contest between emotion and reason.
So, I sighed, at this time, how can I get a love story?
Don't judge by likes and dislikes.
★ People have seven emotions, each with its own likes and dislikes. However, when this kind of likes and dislikes is mixed with the understanding of truth, what impact will it have?
★ Nature, people are not sages, who can make mistakes? We don't have to be demanding, but we must be demanding.
Don't judge by likes and dislikes, maybe you will find that Setaria will also produce beautiful flowers.
How bright the moonlight is at home!
★ Who is it? In the autumn night in a foreign land across the river from the Millennium, I don't know the sweet-scented osmanthus, but I ignore the wine, but I stubbornly sang a poem with a unique flavor-"Moonlight on the doorstep in how bright! "Simple and clear, easy to understand, but hit the nail on the head, explaining the wonderful balance between our emotions and cognition. Because of deep affection, so paranoid.
★ The poet's voice "How bright the moonlight is at home!" After thousands of years of frost and night, it tells our most irrefutable reason. So, we will smile.
Because of deep love, so paranoid.
Don't let dark clouds cover your eyes.
★ "I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am on this mountain." Thousands of years ago, scholars warned future generations through catchy poems that they should stand in the right angle and never let other factors interfere with their examination of truth.
★ "From the side of the mountain, the height is different." Rational observation from all aspects will help us overcome the misunderstanding of feelings and truly realize the complexity and variability of things.
At the top, we can get rid of the emotional fetters. Maybe we can chant: "Don't let the dark clouds cover our eyes!" " "
He gently shook and slowly pulled up the net. Some fresh fish and flowers jumped in the net like a bag of silver stars. ...
Silver carp swims like an arrow. Maybe only a jet plane can catch it. As for snakehead, it is a strong man, comparable to a wrestler, so you must be careful of the thorns on both sides of its gills and tail like Strafe. Crucian carp, chubby and short, swims around, pretending to be very serious, just like a big boss.
Chickens eat worms, and their food bags are bulging like small balls, making them walk unsteadily. Look at those hens with red faces and big bellies, who have climbed into the grass nest to give birth to ingots.
All sheep eat goo goo, and their tails hang upside down like a big oil gourd, dangling from their buttocks.
That bee is so diligent that it flies around like a market. The coming bees, with big furry feet carrying flowers and pollen, buzzed happily, as if afraid that people would not know; Rushing bees, gossamer little wings fans, like rushing to class.
Chickens from all walks of life have come, alas, red vests, green tails, yellow trouser legs, sheep hoof flowers and so on. , like countless lively flowers. Some of them are flapping their wings and running in the meadow; Some people knock on each other's mouths, like old friends who haven't seen each other for years. Some people peck at vegetable leaves, take a sip of water and pretend to be polite.
Crowds of pigeons pecked around on the road, nodding, cooing and moving quietly. They are not afraid of people, but as soon as people approach, they fly, as if to make way for people, make a spin and land in front of them with a whoosh.
The white and tender silkworm girl ate mulberry leaves for a few days, slept on the silkworm bed again, took off her old clothes and put on new ones, and woke up, shining day by day.
The white cock's feathers are white and flawless, and the comb on his head is as red as blood, like wearing a little red riding hood.
The rooster's crown is red, like a red flower, and the sarcoma under his mouth hangs like a pair of earrings.
The cock is covered with shiny flower feathers, like a brocade coat, and it cries, "Oh, jujube!" " "The mighty appearance is really like a golden trumpeter.
The white cock cocked its comb and flapped its wings angrily, and its long neck stretched forward like an arrow. Suddenly, with a strange cry, it arched its waist, and the hair on its neck spread like a fan and rushed at the rooster.
The rooster next door has escaped, but my rooster, like a victorious general, keeps beating around the bush in the yard to show his prestige.
The yellow rooster, with his head held high and his neck bent, sang on the stage like a tenor for the first time.
There is a flock of chickens in the distance, one after another, singing in unison, just like a fresh morning song, welcoming the dawn.
It's disgusting to watch chickens grab food. It's disgusting to push forward and plane, squeeze left and kick right, for fear that your greedy heart will be exposed.
As soon as the door of the henhouse is opened, you see, these chickens fighting for survival are nothing like ducks. They didn't come out in turn courteously, but squeezed and rubbed, even flew and screamed, and fled like separate careers.
I saw an egg slowly shaking, and then I heard a beep. A small hole appeared in the eggshell, and then a sharp ivory mouth emerged from the hole, pecking at the eggshell like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves, and slowly sticking out a hairy chicken head from the hole.
The chicken is clumsy and light, and walks like a roll and a bounce.
These chickens are fluffy, short and dense, like cotton balls.
Ducklings have a thin layer of flippers between their toes to connect them. Their feet are like two small fans.
The most striking thing about the duckling is its flat mouth, which eats like a dustpan.
When the duckling drowned, the two flippers pushed back gently and swam forward steadily like a small motorboat.
When ducklings walk, they always stand up, flap their wings, stagger and quack, as if boasting about themselves.
Dagong duck waddles when walking on the shore, just like a toddler.
The mother duck looks like a clean-shaven peasant woman with a homemade brown striped shawl on her shoulders. This white duck is very fat and wags its tail when it walks, just like an old lady.
Every day at noon, the white duck always waddles to the pool, dives into the water to take a bath like a diver, and sometimes sticks his head into the water to catch some small fish and shrimp. It's really interesting.
When the white goose walks, its bare little cocky tail keeps swinging from side to side and looks funny like a drunk.
Flocks of white geese float on the water like blossoming saussurea involucrata.
White geese floated quietly across the river, and two soft red soles dragged behind them like bows.
When the little white goose sleeps, its neck is shortened and its head seems to be glued to it with velvet.
The goose's feathers are flawless, and its pale yellow feet and flat mouth are embedded in white jade.
The white dove has long and hard feathers on its wings and tail, which can be unfolded like a folding fan.
Pigeons' feathers are gray, like a silver-gray coat; There is a circle of golden feathers around her neck, just like a beautiful and dazzling gold necklace worn around the girl's neck.