"Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." How well Du Fu wrote this poem! Yes, after the harsh winter, the spring rain, like smoke and silk, quietly came to the world again. He urges the earth to wake up and adds vitality to spring. At this time, I like to walk in the rain and admire the beautiful patterns woven by the fine spring rain.
Look! The misty drizzle covers the earth like smoke and tulle, making the earth present a picturesque scene. The drizzle moistens the willow tree, and the willow tree wakes up, the willow branches soften, and spit out buds as big as rice grains; the breeze blows the Buddha, swaying gently, like a group of fairies in gauze skirts dancing. As if someone was directing, the birds flapped their wings and sang freely on the willow branches, singing the praises of spring happily. The spring flowers couldn't help but open their smiling faces, happily bathing in the tender green grass caressed by the rain. Not to be outdone, they shook their bodies and got out of the ground, covering the earth with a furry green dress.
ah! How beautiful! This tree, this flower, and this grass form a gorgeous picture that only spring rain can paint!
Look! The children were also attracted, holding small umbrellas of fiery red, sky blue and crimson, swaying in the spring rain. There were so many and so beautiful... Among the children there was a person wearing glasses - that was not ours. Teacher? ah! Teacher, isn’t Chunyu your incarnation? Aren't you selflessly watering the flowers of the motherland like the spring rain?