Wake up in the morning and open the window. I don't know when it began to rain outside the window. It's raining, full of green. Spring rain, falling and falling, seems to be afraid that the tender green that has just come to the world to germinate will be frightened and dare not be too disturbed. It always blows gently and carefully, nourishing the faces of all things and flowers.
In April, the spring rain came as scheduled, the spring breeze was blowing gently, and the insects were whispering, which became a lingering misty rain. This is the ingenious work of nature, as if it had turned into an ink painting of Jiangnan, which makes people look forward to a poetic encounter.
The spring rain is charming and the flowers are overflowing. Spring rain makes flowers more beautiful, and flowers also make spring rain more affectionate. Standing under the tree, the beautiful flowers exude fragrance, which is the breath of spring.
A gentle breeze and drizzle, with a slow heart sound, can always wake up some memories hidden in the depths of my mind with gentle footsteps. Appreciate the dribs and drabs of the lost years and look forward to giving us a warm and beautiful time.