Article: The dream of rain This lingering spring rain is gently blown by the evening breeze, forming a harmonious movement, which is full of rhythm and monotonous. It tells your melancholy, looks at your doubts and gives you endless imagination! Near, near, you can already vaguely hear the footsteps of spring! Unconsciously, a ray of new green slipped into people's field of vision, and the wild geese passing by on a sunny day brought people the information of spring. Then, the big trees with new buds, the blooming flowers and the green grass all tell you that spring is coming! In the eyes of many people, spring is beautiful, and spring rain is even more infatuated. On a spring night, everything was quiet. She, Chun Yu, broke the silence of the sky with a small voice and gave life to the night with her wonderful sonata. "The melody of sasha vujacic ..." Sometimes leisurely, sometimes sharp, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes crisp, sometimes heavy ... These raindrops are singing and dancing. They float to the branches, land on the roof, slide down the eaves and finally dissolve into the soil. They are like lively and lovely elves, interpreting the beauty of spring and spring rain with their happiness! They play happily, hug flowers, grass, trees and soil, and kiss people walking outside at night and umbrellas. Look, their jumping figures are shining with silver, just like the twinkling stars on the ground. "Wow ..." The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and it slowly becomes a line, then a curtain, and then a thick layer of rain and fog. The night gives it a mysterious color. On this gorgeous stage, I seem to see a girl with a weak and shy eyes and a sweet smile on her face. Her posture is light, her dance is light, her steps are light and elegant, and she is full of energy. Very touching ... this hazy beauty is intoxicating and fascinating. It purifies, baptizes and washes everyone's mind. It makes everything beautiful in this melodious song. It releases our worries and sorrows and purifies the whole world. It makes you willing to give your heart to it without reservation. It immerses you in its world, blends you into nature and air, and has an elegant and fragrant aroma. Early in the morning, when the first ray of sunshine shone into the room, I knew that the rain had stopped, but her footprints did not disappear-colorful rainbows and Jin Shanshan were showing people the beauty of that spring rain! ..... Music: Choose from Bandari's Moonlight on the Seaside. Article: It snows in my dream! It's snowing. For me who haven't seen snow for a long time, it's undoubtedly joyful, exciting and exciting. The purity, purity, beauty and fluttering of snow have touched everyone who loves life, emotion, enjoyment and nature. Walking on the snowy street, looking up is the falling snow-chic, awe-inspiring, light and elegant. Fall on your face, hold it in your hand, and feel her gorgeous and handsome moment. Although there is no rain, my heart is cold, but I am willing to melt our mood slowly with my own melting. Rain is worrying, and snow is romantic. That feeling is natural, unpretentious, touching and unforgettable. People watching the snow can be seen everywhere on the windowsill, balcony and doorway, admiring this fluttering and clever spirit with pious and childlike hearts. I think of my childhood, my friends, our red cheeks and frozen hands in winter, and the snowball fight to defend our territory. Any childhood memory is full of color and innocence. In the falling snow crystal, the cold is forgotten, only sweet, warm, gorgeous and lingering. "Jiangnan snow, light elements reduce clouds." Whether dancing with the snow or enjoying it quietly, it is so quiet and light. Falling snow is silent, like a refined Jiangnan woman, without modification, naturally gorgeous. Xue Rui is full of auspicious signs, and the snowy trees are full of silver flowers. This winter, there is snow; This winter, there are too many memories and nostalgia; This winter, let's walk into the colorful snow scene together! Roll up your sleeves and put out your hands. Feel the quiet snow in the south. "The snow in Jiangnan is beautiful; That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There is cool green grass under the snow. " "My eyes seem to see the blooming winter flowers in the snowfield. Many bees are busy flying, and I can hear their buzzing." In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, it is the spirit of rain that shines and rises ... Yes, it is lonely snow, dead rain and the spirit of rain. Music: Selected Works of Bandari's "Spring Fields": In a hurry, Zhu Ziqing's swallows have gone, and there will be time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom withered, but it blossomed again. But tell me, smart you, why are our days gone forever? The days have slipped away from me; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. Go wherever you go, and come wherever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed by my eyes. I think he is in a hurry. When I reached out to cover my arm, he passed by the covered hand again. When I was lying in bed at dark, he passed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh. What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running; The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came into this world naked, and I will go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why did you come for nothing this time? You are very clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever? Music: Bandari's Baghdad Star.
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