Introduction: Rainy Day is a sentimental time, and the heartache is endless. Below are the good night sayings about rainy days that I have collected. Everyone is welcome to read and refer to them!
When the raindrops fell into the pool, they drew musical notes one by one on the water. The notes are the circles made by raindrops on the water.
Listen! The rain falling on the roof is like a percussion instrument. When the rain fell into the pond, it sang "Ding Ding Ding Ding", and there were small splashes on the water, like a splash girl dancing lightly.
After a while, a strong wind blew up. Suddenly, a dazzling lightning flashed across the sky, covering everything with a layer of silver light, followed by a "boom" sound, which startled me. Suddenly, big raindrops fell down. It hit the ground and splashed water. Looking from a distance, it looks like a large rain curtain has been opened. On the wet road, the occasional passing vehicles are like boats in the river, and the children holding umbrellas are like petals in the river. If you go with the wind, there will be an invisible big hand pushing you behind you. If you go against the wind, you will be like a fish struggling in the waves.
The thick dark clouds in the sky were like overwhelming waves, rolling in. The storm was coming. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a "bang" and a thunder. In an instant, there was a thunder like peas. The rain came roaring like a flood from the Tianhe River. Adults and children were like fish struggling in the water, and large cars and small cars were like boats swimming in the water. The rainwater entered the small puddles from the tiles, causing splashes of water.< /p>
The raindrops rolled down the stems of the grass, one drop got into the soil, and the other dropped into the mouth of the grass, and could not be found.
Rainy days are so nice! When it rains, the sky is gray, like an ink painting, one deep and another shallow, attracting countless reveries. The rain is like silver needles or silver threads scattered all over the sky and the earth. The nearby scenery seems to be covered with a layer of gauze, like a fairy's skirt draping the earth, while the distant scenery seems to be separated from it by a layer of heavenly curtains, looming, like beating elves full of spirituality. When the rain hits the window, it makes a crisp sound, just like a superb pianist playing a series of beautiful notes on the black and white keys, which makes people enjoy it.
I like rain because it feels so comfortable. I like rain because it is pleasant. I like rain because it is as sad as me.
On a quiet night, when people were dreaming in bed, there was a sudden loud noise, and then they heard the sound of water dripping in front of the eaves. The rhythm of the dripping was like a lullaby, which kept ringing. Stop, the sound got louder and faster, I seemed to be hypnotized, and then I fell asleep.
The clouds were thick, gloomy, dark, with lightning and thunder.
The sky in June is like a child's face, changing at a moment's notice. The sky suddenly turns dark, and a piece of iron-green cloud appears on the ground, followed by a thunderous sound that shakes the sky and the earth, as if To blow that mountain to pieces.
The raindrops rolled down the stems of the grass, one drop drilled into the soil, and the other dropped into the mouth of the grass, and could not be found.
It is raining, and the rain in the sunshine is floating down like this, quietly and silently. Just like the footsteps on the road, go away gently and slowly. Come quietly, go quietly. No lasting traces can be left. When the dark clouds in the sky disperse, there is still a blue sky and white clouds.
If the rain falls during the day, it will wet the dust in the heart, and an inexplicable sadness will be in the cool wind, and the freehand brushwork will become a patter of poetry. Everything was quiet, the noise sank into the water of the city, everything flowed away, there was only the falling rain. So I went out, not wanting to bring an umbrella, and let all the depression flow under my feet. At that point, it enters a fairy tale.
What should I do if it rains? I miss you so much. This is a lyric from Nanquan Mama’s Rainy Day
The rain streaked across my window, and the glass was weeping. Everyone on the street looked a little happier than me. Lyrics Lan Youshi's lonely thoughts
I can only stand in front of the window and watch the people coming and going on the road. Everyone holds a different umbrella and walks towards different people with different thoughts
< p> If the sky is sunny, the sunshine is my greeting; if it rains, the sound of rain is my blessing; if the wind blows, the sound of wind is my prayer; no matter when, I wish you happiness!It rains because the clouds cry, the flowers bloom because the wind smiles, the snow falls because the sun sleeps, the moon becomes round because the stars are drunk, and I text you because I miss you! < /p>
Text messages do not need to be reasonable, but they need to be sincere; blessings do not need to be in frequent contact, but they need to be kept in mind. A piece of warm care for you: It’s raining and the weather is cold, so be sure to put on more clothes!
It gets dark because the sun goes to sleep; it rains because the clouds cry; the trees break because the wind gets angry. ;I cried because you left; I sent you a message because I missed you. How are you doing far away?
It rains easily in every city, just like when I walked to I will miss you everywhere. Missing is a fruit that is both sweet and sour, especially at night.
Full of memories with an uncertain mood, I miss you, miss you, and want to beat you!
If the sky is sunny, the sunshine is my greeting; if it rains, the sound of rain is my blessing; if The wind blows, and the sound of the wind is mine
The cold-toned gray clouds unexpectedly covered the seven-color rainbow nine days away, and it started to tremble with rain.
Like mist-like rain, like rain-like mist, lingering incessantly.
I like this weather, a little rain, just enough that I don’t need to hold an umbrella, just like this, like fog and rain, cool, coupled with the overcast weather and bursts of cool wind, it’s very Comfortable and refreshing.
I stretched my body, laid myself lazily on the bed, and then listened quietly to the raindrops falling on the glass window. Sometimes bit by bit, like candy; sometimes in bunches, colorful and swaying. Like a string of beads, like crystal, lit with happy notes, weaving into a piece of tranquility that contains vitality. I feel happy, as if the rain has taken me to another place, far away from this troubled world
The sky above my head is glowing with gray-blue light, shining sadly. On the snow, the few dry grasses were buried into the white sea.
The sound of rain subsided, and the process of seeping into the soil was over. I know that it will rain again next time and we will go through this same process. But I won't let the next rain, flowing with dark dirt, hurt people's pure thoughts.
The sound of rain outside became louder, as if washing away a kind of sorrow and resentment, washing away a shameful ugliness in the world from beginning to end.
This autumn, it made me decadent; this autumn, it also made me decadent. Even at the end of autumn, the biting cold wind obviously made me shiver a little, and from time to time I felt like my heart was turning to ashes.
When the raindrops fell into the pool, they drew notes one by one on the water. The notes are the circles made by raindrops on the water.
The raindrops are like thousands of paratroopers, jumping from the sky and landing safely on the ground. The raindrops are connected together like a big net, hanging in front of my eyes. The breeze blew, and the rain curtain tilted, like filaments running towards the vegetation and walls. The rain sprinkled down, and crystal water drops condensed on the leaves of various flowers and plants. The rain fell from the sky like thousands of silver threads, and a row of drainage drops fell from the eaves, like beautiful bead curtains. It was drizzling outside the window, and the little raindrops seemed to be accompanied by a little dance. I couldn't help but be tempted by the world outside the window. The raindrops rolled down the stems of the grass, one drop drilled into the soil, and the other dropped into the mouth of the grass, and could not be found. Thunder rang out, and the heavy rain continued to fall like broken beads.
When it rains, you can’t do laundry. You have to hold an umbrella when you go out. It’s so troublesome to be splashed with rainwater when you walk. Moreover, in places like Shenzhen, the rain that falls is also acid rain, which is not good for your health if you get wet. , hate rain.
The haze of the sky, the silence of the earth, and the roar of the wind are not as deep into my heart as the sad sound of the rain.
Hushing, whizzing, the rain is getting heavier and heavier! The raindrops hit the glass window, as if countless happy notes are beating; the raindrops hit the roof, playing a beautiful melody; the raindrops hit the roof, playing a beautiful melody; When the raindrops hit the grass, the grass becomes greener; when the raindrops hit the flowers, the flowers become more colorful!
A continuous drizzle fell in the sky. I wonder if it is too sad, even God I couldn't help crying.
Outside the window, the rain pattered down, forming a beautiful ink painting like smoke and fog. The raindrops are neither as soft as cow hair nor as hard as flower needles. They fall in waves, little by little, as if they are not falling on the ground, but falling in my heart. In the autumn night, the remaining lights are turned off and the drizzle lingers. What a feeling of helplessness and sadness.
The rain fell from the sky like thousands of silver threads, and a row of drainage drops fell from the eaves, like a beautiful bead curtain.
The prosperity of the past can never make up for the pain of this life
Suddenly, dark clouds gathered outside the window, bursts of "rumbling" thunder rolled in, and a bolt of lightning quickly cut through the sky. Brighten the earth. No, it's going to rain! I quickly put down the pen in my hand and rushed to the balcony to collect the clothes and dry goods hanging on the balcony. As soon as I ran to the balcony, big raindrops sprinkled from the sky to the earth like broken beads.