Suddenly, there was a cold feeling on my face, and I thought: raindrops. So I closed my eyes and quietly enjoyed the coolness brought by the drizzle. After a while, I opened my eyes and saw, my god, this is simply a fairyland! The heavy rain just now turned into a continuous drizzle, and the scenery in the rain curtain was all misty, and sometimes it disappeared, as if it were nothing. The wind blows, the rain curtain shakes, and the scenery in the rain seems erratic. When I walked out of the house and walked comfortably in the rain, the poem "Weicheng soaked in the rain and the guest house was green and willow was new" came to my mind, and I couldn't help singing it.
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. Raindrops fell on my head and body, and 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. The rain wet my clothes, and I was still enjoying the beautiful rain scene until my mother called me home.
When I came back and put on clean clothes, I lay in front of the windowsill and watched the rain with ecstasy. The distant green hills, tall buildings and towering old trees only show a few shadows; There are also ships floating quietly on the water, which look like black spots one arm away, as if covered with a thick veil.
Looking at these scenery, I think of the famous sentence of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "There is water in the green hills, but the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn."
The rain scene is really beautiful. It looks like a China landscape painting, a poem, a beautiful and hazy dream. Just when I was completely intoxicated with this beautiful scenery, suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and I was suddenly surprised. I have been worried that this scenery will suddenly pass away and I will never see it again. I greedily enjoyed the beautiful scenery like wet ink painting, and I didn't want to leave for a long time ... at this moment, my father came over and followed me. "Yes, it's beautiful," I said. Then my father said: "beautiful scenery, like a painting, not only brings us beautiful enjoyment, but also forgets our troubles;" It also brought us the most beautiful spiritual enlightenment. "
I love this rain, it gives me this rare beauty.
It purifies filth and my soul.
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