300 words about rain lane, girl and lilac in poetry and prose.

In April, it began to rain in the southern sky. Sometimes the hazy drizzle all over the sky, like a long-suppressed emotion, suddenly brings people's emotions into a dull but lingering sadness. In this weather, I always feel that my heart is a little softer than usual, and my eyes are always chasing the rain line, the rain lane and a kind of leisure sorrow that slides down from the eaves.

April is also the season when lilacs bloom. Fragrant soft trees contain spring rain and flowers bloom one after another. Small petals are blooming with delicate purple and thousands of flowers, weaving beautiful eternity.

Who is in charge of falling flowers in the wind, thinking leisurely and thinking, picking the heart of lilacs, looking for elegance without makeup, and being sincere to the innocent hostages. Far away, the jade bird doesn't spread the news beyond the cloud. In the words of Tang and Song Dynasties, lilacs are sad and lingering in the rain, and * * * is lovesick and hateful, and Qian Qian in the courtyard is entangled in other thoughts. Who gave lilac a green heart,

Lilacs bloom and dream. In the dream, purple is looming, like a mist covering the face-to-face eyes, full of sadness, and those melancholy words sting your eyes.