You went to school that day.
Rain, where are you?
You are lying on the ground.
Rain, where are you?
You are among the flowers.
Rain, where are you?
You are in that field.
Rain, where are you?
You are in that river.
Rain, you are in everyone's heart.
The flower said: You are like that gentle hand bathing us.
Cattle and sheep said: With you, the grass on the hillside is more tender.
Fish said: With you, we can swim to our heart's content.
We say: Rain is like a child, growing with us.
Rain, you will leave,
I don't want you to leave,
I wish you were by my side,
Let you play with me,
Let you rest with me,
Just like the sun,
Always with me, always talking with me.
Rain, after you,
There will be beautiful rainbows,
Dress up a colorful world.
Poetry about Rain 2 Sudden rainstorm
Ink cloud secretly opened.
shawl
Covering the sky
Eyes, suddenly
Lightning and thunder.
Set off a prelude to heavy rain
Make a fuss about the wind, such as
Dance like a pipa
Beads of rain poured down like
Crazy waterfall-like spectacle
The shadows are swaying, just like
Make a fool of yourself.
Scared away the footsteps of pedestrians.
The rest is endless.
A blank street
And the boundless sky
Form an interesting/pleasant contrast
However, heavy rain is always short-lived.
You don't have to suffer like a seagull
Let the storm pass.
Meet the rainbow after the rain
Listen to the rain.
Listening to the rain in autumn night
Dropping on my window
Sounds like grandma smashing clothes.
Rub my missing mood
Listening to the rain in loneliness
Slip into my heart
Like the sound of a loving mother's shoes
Shuttle in front of my eyes.
Listening to the rain in a foreign land
Indulge in my dream.
Like greetings from my hometown.
Drifting on my old road
Happy night rain
After a long drought and worry, the scorched fields are deeply cracked.
When it rains at night, every drop is gold.
autumn rain
1
Looking forward to an autumn rain, looking forward to a return of the soul.
Rain, from the distant horizon
A straight line down from the heart.
Still can't find the direction
2
Outside the window, raindrops are jumping happily.
The land is slowly impregnated.
Into the soil bit by bit.
The great land has been erased.
Tears of heaven
three
Independent window
Feel the rain.
Ideological struggle
When can we break through the night?
4、
No tears doesn't mean
Forget that it is
I missed you so much that I cried.
Autumn rain tears into autumn scenery.
five
Don't depend on anyone
The music never stops.
in an awful mess
The autumn rain is continuous.
It's autumn again
Yu Xia
Yu Xia
Countless connections
That's love for the earth.
Dao Dao gan Lin
get wet
Everything is full of energy.
Yu Xia
Close and complicated connection with each other.
That's an arrow that shoots at the heat wave.
Sharp branches
create
Everything is fresh and radiant.
Summer rain is intoxicating wine.
Drunk the city
A drunken country
Summer rain is a medicine for treating diseases.
Suppress anxiety
peace
Yu Xia
Calm a person down
Yu Xia
Keep women quiet.
Autumn reverie
Autumn rain,
The drizzle takes away the summer fever,
It also wet people's hearts.
Intermittent autumn rain,
It seems to tell me that I can't bear summer.
It's like talking about attachment to autumn.
The wind is blowing slightly,
An oblique drizzle is blowing,
Blowing wrinkled the calm water,
It cooled the whole world.
To the spring rain
God has always been black-faced.
Even ugly face.
gently
What are you-
Wet and cold streets
Dense wilderness
A wrinkled pond
Suddenly and leisurely
Busy for more than half a month.
For more than half a month,
You're too low-key-
Why not invite lightning?
Or thunder
Make a scene?
You said-
"That was later.
This season
I will spit out some silk. "
Spit some silk-
I'm afraid it will affect your spinning.
That's very thoughtful
But you know what?
This hectic world
Heart, one by one will be moldy.
The sun will rise tomorrow.
There is no objection
Poems about Rain 3 Rain in Mao Mao
Float lightly in the air
Set sail with the wind
look up
Look where it landed.
How to wake up the earth that has been sleeping for a winter?
Let the delicate flowers cry.
Step through every dry heart
Leaving a damp, one by one hope.
Fall smartly on the flowers
Wipe away its fatigue and wash away the traces of years.
The tender grass looked up.
Eager for nutrition
The saplings wavered.
Dance for spring and drizzle
Birds dance and sing in the rain.
Sing for the youthful and reborn earth.
Heavy rain; rainstorm
Storm is a passerby in summer.
With a strong wind
Wash away the afterheat of spring.
Destroy dirt that should not exist.
Cry with the sad people.
tears
Put out the anger in the impulse,
The accumulated fatigue of busy people
It's barking.
As if to make the world collapse.
Hit the window hard
Make a sound.
Knocking on the depths of the human mind
After the rain
High above the sun
Shining with a thousand lights
It seems to show off that he has defeated the dark clouds.
Gently stroking the earth
Wipe off the flowers.
Tears left on its face by drizzle
Clean the earth.
The aftermath of the storm
A rainbow hanging in the sky
Build a road to heaven
The poem describes the rain in April, and there is no time to taste it.
Spring, too late to hug you,
All I know is that the grass turns green one by one,
I just feel that fate happens to have one more person,
Sometimes, after the concert,
Sometimes there are ups and downs,
The only constant is our kindness,
The only fear is that if one day,
Everybody's not together anymore,
Our desire for occasional tears.
Footsteps, gentle smiles,
Footsteps, approaching you gently,
All I know is that I wake up and sleep every day,
I just feel that suffering has made one person mature.
Sometimes, the sky is wide,
Sometimes, it is flat,
The only constant is our waiting,
The only thing we are afraid of is that we become strangers,
You can only say hello politely,
We occasionally meet in tears.
Weather, heavy rain,
Weather, goodbye,
All I know is that it will be sunny at most,
I just feel that people are full of vicissitudes.
Sometimes, there are joys and sorrows,
Sometimes, I will be disappointed and full of ambition.
The only constant is our innocence,
My only fear is getting old,
Everyone is getting old,
We occasionally cry for being young.
Poetry 5 describes that rain is not as ethereal as spring rain.
Unlike the romance and gentleness of spring rain.
Very fierce and urgent
Hit my heart hard
Eat every inch of my skin.
How many times?
I wander alone in the rain.
Let the rain wash away my soul
A gloomy heart sobbed in the rain.
I don't know
You are in front of me.
What else is there?
Plan several virtual games
I know
Green grass can decorate Yuan Ye.
Because she has the spirit of silent dedication.
Water droplets can penetrate rocks.
Because he has indomitable will.
A stream can flow into the sea.
Because he has the feeling of embracing everything.
In my world,
What will all this be?
Rainwater flooding
My mood became damp.
The rain washed into my ears.
Disturb my sight.
sometimes
Excessive expenditure
Is the intersection of emotional fragility
I'm in the rain
Hiding a pair of eager eyes
Poetry describing rain 6 Rain or rain, some people yearn for someone to curse.
Words fall from the clouds with thoughts and pour down the river.
In the distance, the invisible torrent, with lightning speed, occupied the earth.
You see Wang Yang, you see the boat crossing, and you see countless eddies and turbidity.
Crying? Shout? All this is silent.
Rain is still rain, sometimes gentle, sometimes sharp.
Surging from the blood, stubborn from the bones, is nothing more than an everlasting love.
Self-help or being saved, so hastily put on the agenda.
You listen to the rain, you listen to the paddle, you listen to the intangible story, tangible and intangible.
It thunders just because of lightning. One rain, another rain, who is right and who is wrong?
Rain, or rain, no thoughts, no heart.
From scratch, people are born. From weak to strong.
Just a moment of positive and negative collision will lead to many plots.
Secrets, darkness, such boundless release.
Is it raining or not? Ask me, ask you. ...
Ask Qian Qian's absolute conscience, ask generation after generation of pen and paper.