Please extract one hundred words from the Cultural Journey and add fifty words to imitate it.

On rainy days, the tiles on the roof are covered with wet streamers, which are gray and gentle, but the sun is dim and the backlight is dim, which is a deep comfort to vision. As for the rain knocking on the tiles with scales and thousands of petals, from far and near, there are light and heavy, and they gurgle down the tile trough and eaves, and all kinds of knocking and sliding sounds are densely woven into a net. His fingers are massaging the spiral.

Imitation: The house in snowy days shines with soft ice light, white and crystal clear, and it is gentle in sunny and rainy days, which is an elegant enjoyment for the eyes. As for the snow falling on the layers of pine needles, it is thick and thin from top to bottom, a little snowflake rustles along the trunk and needles, and all kinds of large snowflakes and fine snow are superimposed into paintings. "Snow?

2 original sentence: I can't get tired of watching horses running in the desert grassland; Looking at the kite flying in the blue sky and the white sails fluttering in the trough, I can't get tired of watching it; I can't get tired of watching the train whistling on the earth. ...

I can never get tired of hearing their heroic running, galloping style, tireless vitality and roaring whirlwind.

Imitation: I can't get tired of seeing camels crossing the sand desert; Looking at the pine trees standing proudly on the hillside and the plum blossoms blooming in the cold, I can't get tired of seeing them; I can't get tired of watching weeds grow smartly on the earth against drought and barrenness.

Their forbearing attitude, unyielding backbone, strong perseverance and handsome praise, I can never get tired of hearing them.

3 original:

At night, the enemy stared at the dark and gloomy big reed pond from the small window of the turret. The stars in the sky seemed to be immersed in the water and were about to fall. Only in the middle of the night do waterfowl fly and sing in the reed pond. During the day, they hide tightly in their nests to avoid gunfire. The reed is still so hard to drill up, and the goal seems to be the sky.

Imitation: Staring at this small garden from the French window of the library in the morning. The iris in the garden seems to be floating in the sky, flapping its wings. Only in this morning do dewdrops roll and sway in the garden. They disappear quietly in the sky during the day without a trace. Bamboo still grows so straight, and the spine seems to bend naturally.

4 Tonghua is selected from Xi Murong's classic works.

Excerpt from the original text: On such an afternoon full of white flowers, I always feel deja vu, and I always feel that it is an aggregation that can be put into any kind of time and space. You can put the book of songs, Chu ci, classicism and post-impressionism at the same time. In any good record of mankind, there should be such an afternoon and such an early summer.

Imitation: such a morning full of catkins always feels like a meeting, a scene that can be put into any kind of time and space. It can be put into the notes of Tang poetry, Song poetry, romanticism and later country music. In any brilliant culture of mankind, there should be such an early morning and such an early spring.

I hope it helps you.