A beautiful article describing the spring rain: the night rain is lingering, and the heart can be sunny and rainy. In the sudden night, my heart was a little lonely, and my heart flooded with that beautiful poem: "Come to my arms, or let me live in your heart." Silence, in love. Silence, joy. " Missing like rain, caring about love for longer, tears like rain, washing love more pure and clear, if the heart is there, people are there, the spring rain is cold at night, can your heart be clear?
-Rain at night
It's raining in Mao Mao, and I feel cold in spring. I have been walking in the foggy rainy season, and my mood seems to be much wetter, softer and more sentimental. In this season, it seems suitable to hide in a dry space, quietly thinking about her in the distance, recalling some past events and taking stock with a clear heart.
On this stormy night, there is a faint sense of loneliness in my heart, and that beautiful poem is rushing in my heart: come to my arms, or let me live in your heart. Silence, in love. Silence, joy. It's raining in Jiangnan. How are you? Do you know that? It's not rain that floats, but endless sadness! I really want to fold my full heart into a beautiful paper boat and let it drift along the river to your side. Silently, quietly hide loneliness and heartbreak, hidden in the music flowing in the long night. However, the long river can take away my heart, but it is difficult to hide the faint melancholy in my heart.
Holding an umbrella, I walked alone in the street. The drizzle washed my heart clear and clean. People live in reality, but I always fantasize. My fantasy is always in words and music. I fantasize that on a rainy night, you can stop wandering feelings and steps and play a song "kisstheran" for me; I fantasize that on the eve of Valentine's Day, I can receive your elegant and smart lines, and you can give me a brief look back and a smile. You don't expect me to send you a rose. You want me to whisper in your ear, "honey, I have no gift for you." I just want you to feel the warmth in my heart and let you get the whole spring! "
The melody of the rain gently banishes, the rain is ringing my heart, and there is my heart in the rain. My heart is warm, because I know I can still miss it. Holding the umbrella gently, he murmured-is your heart clear? As long as I can remember, I won't be lonely, even if it hurts sometimes. I just want to face the wind and rain, express my love to the starry sky and whisper to you alone-I miss you ... even if I wander alone on a lonely rainy night, I will keep my most sincere love and kindness in my heart and let the dust of time accumulate in my heart into a deep attachment to you. This continuous drizzle is like a clear stream, like petals chasing the poetic rhyme of running water ... Umbrella flowers have opened clear skies, and the moist heart lake is reflected by the sunshine!
Everyone is a book, read by others. Read too many books, only appreciate the gorgeous language, unmoved. What can move me must be affectionate words, maybe not many, only a few numbers and words, but enough to make people irresistible. I think that no matter how strong the fortress is, it will be annihilated in an instant. I am full of human vicissitudes, with my head down, silent and a little cold. My inner loneliness, you know. Touch the sad words, listen to the beautiful music, and slowly taste the darkness and tenderness, vicissitudes and customs, wind and rain and glory, sadness and beauty, cold and warmth revealed by the pen tip ... If you touch your heart in the words, you will continue reading with pity, and your eyes will be slightly moist. Originally, I wanted to read a person's feelings carefully.
You are also looking for someone who can read you. Just like the night looking for light, the winter looking for warm spring. I can read your loneliness, and you are expecting a kind of spiritual care, not asking for ambiguity, just asking for a response. And your loneliness is a very natural and precious wetland, which needs careful care. I want to open your heart, please sit in the sun and let the gardener have a rest in your heart garden. I want to tap on your Chai Men and let the infinite spring light fill your garden.
At the moment, in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I am reading the expectation and watch in the poem, melancholy and hesitation, and want to ask, "Is your heart clear?" How I want to turn into a light snowflake, fly to your window, bring you holiness and brush away your sadness. My heart is soft, just like a rose in full bloom in the snow, so beautiful and frightening, just like floating love. In the warm drizzle, I pray for your happiness. Snow will melt, flowers will bloom, and pomegranate will be covered with branches. I hope you won't be heartbroken, and don't hesitate. The haze will always pass. Be optimistic and be strong.
I just want to stand alone in the misty rain and fog, to thoroughly feel a dripping and carefree comfort. I look at the clear spring for you, let the drizzle wash away the gloomy musty smell, and let the drizzle bring you my faint blessing! In any case, whether it is raining or sunny, I will still greet you in my heart every day-can you be sunny? Not for anything else, just because you are my distant concern and my faint love. ...
Aesthetic Prose 2 on Spring Rain: The spring rain in the early morning is after 6 o'clock in the morning, and it is not bright in Yangcheng in early March. I opened my sleepy eyes and got up and looked out of the window. It is gray, like a soft gauze covering the endless sky, and it is drizzling. The thin rain is like a soft gauze, and it is like an elf walking through the air. I came to the balcony and watched the rain drop by drop, hitting the balcony window lattice rhythmically. Who knows, it is also beating my heart, beating my yearning for my hometown, and unconsciously my eyes are like falling rain, rippling.
Sometimes it rains heavily and sometimes it rains lightly outside. I have boiled water at home. By the time I'm finished, it's already bright outside. I couldn't help getting on the elevator with an umbrella. Just pushed open the stair door, the fragrance of spring rain came face to face, refreshing. There are already people on the way in the community. Maybe they are on their way to work. Maybe they also like walking in the rain with umbrellas. I like to breathe the air washed by rain, listen to the sound of drizzle falling on leaves, walk on the wooded plank road by the river in the community and enjoy the baptism of spring rain. How wonderful and enjoyable this feeling is. You listen to it, like a melodious piano playing tirelessly on the earth, playing beautiful tunes, so wonderful.
Spring rain falls like smoke, like rain, like fog and like wind. The morning in Yangcheng in early March seems to be a fairyland in fairy tales, which is very satisfying. Deep in the line of sight, buildings, pedestrians, rivers and paths give people vague outlines. The tall and short trees, flowers and plants by the river are like a living thing. After the spring rain, they stand upright, sucking the sweet rain and dew, and blooming pink flowers, as colorful as rosy glow. On the green grass, all kinds of small flowers bloom in the rain. In the community, roses, Huang Ju, kumquat, orangutans and low peach trees are placed in the flower beds in spring. They are clustered together, blooming their own beauty and decorating the spring in Yangcheng. Rain fell on the tree, and the rain dripped down the tree little by little, turning into strings of silver beads on the ground. The grass quietly sucks the milk from the sky and weaves a green carpet.
The spring rain drips and gently awakens the earth; The spring rain is falling underground, refreshing the souls of Qian Qian; Spring rain falls gently, washing away the dust left by autumn and winter. Everything wakes up under the comfort of the spring rain, as if to make the world fresher. Magic feminine spring rain! You put an ethereal gauze on everything, so that everything can be fresh. With your nourishment, the trees are new and the green leaves are greener; Grass is new, delicate and lovely; Flowers are new and bright; Even people's mood is brand-new, clear, cheerful and more energetic. I like selfless spring rain. As long as you look with your heart and listen with your heart, there will be a bloom of life and a harmony between the soul and the times. As long as you look with your soul and listen with your life, you will have sonorous courage and passion for struggle.
I praise the spring rain, she has great love on earth; I praise the spring rain, which nourishes everything in the world; I praise the spring rain, she gave me a brand-new spring; I put away my umbrella and walked into the rain and fog. ...
Aesthetic Prose on Spring Rain In the third spring, spring rain came one after another, wetting the wheat fields, nourishing the treetops, purifying the atmosphere, turning green, birds singing outside the window-looking up from afar, and green leaves in the mountains laughing in the rain. The spring rain has gone with the wind, washed away many sorrows, and hid the noise of the world. Chun Yan returned to the north and the magpies left the nest. Singing rain ballads, I was drunk for nine nights. Spring rains are floating in succession, clothes in distant mountains are changing into new fashions, Yuan Ye is quiet, the path is quiet, and the farmhouse smoke is lingering. .....
After a sunny day, the sun just smiled and was covered by a thin layer of clouds. At this moment, I suddenly found that the edge of the cloud was radiant, and I couldn't help shouting. Sunglow, what a beautiful sunrise. I think maybe the thin clouds covered the smiling face of the sun and made the sun angry; The sun bursts out with great energy to drive away that thin layer of cloud, which is called sunrise.
In the morning after the rain, the air smells of earth. When I came to the river, I suddenly found rows of weeping willows covered with green all night and dancing under the gentle touch of the breeze? No, wave to me? No, oh! This may be a signal to people that spring is coming.
I looked into the river, the river was flowing quietly, and suddenly I found it was dark. What is that? There are thousands of tadpoles walking on the riverbed, only to see their round bodies dragging their big tails like a big comma. You chased me to play, and I remembered the story of "Little Tadpole Looking for Mom". At this time, the breeze blew over the water surface, and ripples appeared on the water surface, and the "little tadpole" ran downstream along the ripples. ...
Ga! Ga! Ga! My eyes are attracted by the cry, wow! Suddenly, I saw a group of "ducklings" coming to my side in neat steps, as if shouting one two three four, one two three four ... They passed in front of my eyes and rushed to the river, as if under my inspection. ...
At this time, I found the sun hanging high, looking at the villagers in the distance, resisting tools and working in the fields.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.