Some are green, others are reserved.
It's floating,
With the simplicity and quietness of a girl.
It rained like that again,
Some are thin and some are weak.
Can't stop swinging,
With a girl's ignorant fear.
She can't stand still,
It's dripping,
Where the wind goes, she goes.
She's like a newly married daughter,
I can't hide my nostalgia,
I miss her mother who brewed her.
She's like a flower that just bloomed,
Can't help but expect,
What I'm looking forward to is that fragrant and flawless color.
At last she kissed the earth with her life,
Still so quiet
Modern Poetry about Rain 2 On that day,
It's raining in Mao Mao,
Me and you,
Meet in the wild.
That year,
I was walking along a country road,
Meeting you,
Just laugh it off.
Yesterday,
It's raining hard,
But I seem to see it,
The familiar figure.
rain
today，
The spring rain finally came,
Light rain, shower, moderate rain,
Seeing familiar figures in the rain,
It is you!
I got you!
Tingting,
You let me see the beautiful scenery in the rain,
You asked me to laugh with you,
At the same time,
I want to thank the light rain in the field.
Let me meet you!