The spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, the autumn rain is desolate and the winter rain is cold; Due to the change of seasons, my mood is different. However, the color of rain is as beautiful as the sound of rain.
There are many excellent works describing rain in picture music and poetry. Line color and musical melody are ethereal and transparent.
The thin rain flower, like a floating fog, is white, kissing people's faces lightly and feeling itchy slightly; And gently wet the clothes. Umbrellas are like sails, floating and sinking in the rain; Also like big wings, the southeast and northwest are boundless, drifting around because of the wind.
Silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain really makes people happy. You can wander outdoors without wearing a raincoat. Rain, like honey and wine, moistens your soul.
-This strange rain, this strange rain, is like a dream.
I remember the apricot blossom and spring rain in Jiangnan. Raindrops hit the awning, and there was the fragrance of pear blossoms in the rain. I remember the summer rain in the West Lake, full of vitality, and the lotus leaves all over the lake were beaten. I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain. The fog was locked and all the trees rustled. The pines and cypresses that hold up the sky are washed away by the rain, which makes them look particularly vigorous. I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, like crying, and the smoke from huts on both sides of the river was gloomy, like a colored pencil drawing.
It's a drizzly and breezy night, suitable for reading poetry and prose. On a stormy night, horror supernatural novels are desirable. Otherwise, it is a pleasure to invite a few confidants, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a bag of peanuts and light a candle. Wind and rain are more suitable for pregnant women, who often suffer from insomnia; A sound of wind and rain seems to leave people and whisper.
That summer, my friends and I sat in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion. At that time, the water chestnut was ripe. On Lianchi Beach, the villagers were driving boats and busy picking. The white clouds in the sky and the egrets on the water set each other off. A sudden shower, Malik Pentium; Banping Mountain suddenly disappeared, and only the dense rain hung a bead curtain on Lianchi. In the shower, the boats that collect water chestnuts are still rocking leisurely. People on the boat don't even wear hemp fiber.
There is not much rainfall in the south of Taiwan Province Province. Especially in Kaohsiung, the dust is all over the sky; The branches and leaves are covered with dust, and after a shower, it is green and brand-new. Shoushan after the rain, enchanting overlooking the silent love; Silver scale water waves are also dyed green by green hills.
On the banks of the river, on the rows of cement columns, the porcelain covers of rows of street lamps are embedded between mountains and rivers like white jade balls, which vaguely shows the scenery of the West Lake.
"The head of the Spring Rain Building is eight feet high. When will you go back to Zhejiang Chao? "