Raindrops are like thousands of paratroopers, jumping from the air and landing safely on the ground.
The raindrops are linked together like a big net, hanging in front of my eyes.
The breeze blows, and the rain curtain is inclined, like a thin thread running towards the vegetation and walls.
When the rain falls, the leaves of all kinds of flowers and plants are condensed with glittering and translucent water drops.
The rain is like ten thousand silver wires floating down from the sky, and a row of drainage drops falls from the eaves, like a beautiful bead curtain.
it's drizzling outside the window, and it's like a little dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.
The rain drops rolled down the stem of the grass, and one drop got into the soil, and another drop got into the mouth of the grass, and it could not be found.
Raindrops fell on my head and body. I stood on my back with my eyes closed and my mouth open. Suddenly, I felt as if I had grown a lot under the drizzle.
after the thunder, the heavy rain keeps falling like a broken bead.
It keeps raining cats and dogs, and the rain from the eaves gathers into streams on the street.
The heavy rain fell from the sky like crazy, and the dark sky seemed to collapse.
The wind chases the rain, and the rain drives the wind. The wind and the rain unite to chase the dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world is in the rain.
rain, like thousands of silver wires floating down from heaven.
drizzle, falling quietly and silently, like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers. Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, fascinated by the long veil, covered with black fields.
Clouds rolled in the sky, and suddenly it rained cats and dogs.
The silky light rain falls from the sky, and the raindrops are so small and the rain curtain is so dense that the mountains are covered with cicada-like white gauze.
the rain is thin and cotton, like catkins floating in time and space in spring.
rain like fog, fog like rain, lingering continuously.
in an instant, the raindrops connected into a line, and with a bang, the heavy rain poured down from the sky like the sky collapsed.
There was a light rain in the morning. Although it cleared up now, the road was still slippery. The autumn crops in the fields on both sides were washed by the rain, and the pearls were glittering and translucent. The air also had a fresh and moist fragrance.
The strong wind and the heavy rain lashed at the glass window like countless whips.
I saw the North Sea raging and roaring. The shower whipped the ground, and the rain flew and the water splashed.
The autumn rain, like smoke and fog, floated silently in the rubble, dead branches and fallen leaves on the open space, getting wet on the ground, the house and the trees.
Spring rain, like ox hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, is closely woven diagonally.
Autumn rain is like a pearl shining all over the sky.
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Rain falls from the air to every corner. The raindrops are like crystal pearls, which are very beautiful. Raindrops fall from eaves, walls and leaves, just like broken beads, and finally connect together to form a water column.
the wind is whistling and the rain is pouring down. Looking closely, there is not even a figure on the street. All the water is wasted, and it has become a flowing river, with countless splashes scrambling to open. From a distance, buildings and trees are blurred.
The rain star is caught in the wind, and it seems to be looking for something on the ground, bumping around from east to west. No sooner had pedestrians on the road found a shelter from the rain than it began to splash. It's raining harder and harder, and soon it's like pouring. Look at the rain in the air, it's really like a waterfall! When a gust of wind blows, this waterfall-dense rain is blown like smoke, fog and dust by the wind.
raindrops as big as beans fell to the ground, splashing like small fountains. When the spray falls on the ground, it turns into small bubbles, which look like transparent little hats. It's really interesting to watch the process of the raindrops turning into small hats!
It's raining harder. On the roofs and streets, a layer of misty rain and fog is splashed, just like an ethereal white gauze. At this time, a gust of wind blew fiercely, and the white gauze curled away, and the rain fell obliquely on the accumulated water in the street, causing a lot of spray.
suddenly a north wind blew, and a dark cloud surged from the northern horizon, mixed with lightning and thunder. In a flash, the wind was blowing hard, and dark clouds filled the sky. Then the rain drops as big as peas fell from the sky, slamming the windows. Another thunderbolt, deafening. In an instant, the raindrops connected into a line, and with a bang, the heavy rain tilted down from the sky like a falling sky.
Late one night, the clouds were overcast, thunder followed thunder, and lightning flashed in the sky. The wind, blowing hard, the branches creaked by the wind, and in an instant, it rained cats and dogs.
On Sunday afternoon, I sat at the window and did my homework. The room looks particularly stuffy. Suddenly. It's getting dark, and there's a strong wind. It's going to rain. I quickly closed the window.
after a while, thick raindrops fell, banging on the glass window. It is raining harder and harder. I looked out through the glass window, and there was a vast bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth. The rain fell on the tiles on the opposite roof, splashing like a thin layer of smoke over the roof. The rain flowed down the eaves and began to form a line like a broken bead. There is more and more water on the ground, which merges into streams.
what a timely rain! The corn seedlings in the field will definitely have a good time. I seem to see rain flowing into the fields, orchards and people's hearts.
the clouds cleared and the rain stopped. The sun lit up the earth. I opened the window, and a faint smell of earth came at me. The air is very fresh as if it were filtered. Poplar and willow trees outside the window, washed by rain, spread their branches and spread their leaves, so bright and beautiful.
The rain is falling from the dark sky, and the chill has enveloped the city where we live.
In the early morning, looking from the empty window, the leaves of the brown branches on the street have retired to the green of life, and they have turned into melancholy yellow in the rain, and kissed the silent earth in succession.
Those spider-free broken nets among the branches, with the cold wind trembling, the crystal raindrops hanging on the net lines are rapidly. What is hidden is endless yearning for who.
The congested roads in the city are crowded with people who are busy with their livelihood. They are wearing raincoats of various colors, and in the cool rain, they are like chess pieces that can't find their place. On the roof of a gray building, there are a few wandering pigeons, full of worries, which are even heavier in the rain.
At this moment, only the osmanthus tree in the courtyard is blooming among the green leaves. It is the only symbol of the passion of life in the rain.
At night, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. The crackling rain sounds on other people's awnings, which makes the rain more disorganized. Walking to the window with clothes on, we see the neon lights in the distant city, and the lonely and gentle light shines in the intermittent rain. So, the cold chill is immersed in our hearts, and we only feel that everything in the dark night is our youth. Suddenly, a large piece of dark clouds gathered from all directions. In a short time, the sky was all dyed black.
all of a sudden, the rain kept falling like a broken bead. The raindrops fell into the pond, causing countless ripples, just like the flowers on the goldfish's head. Raindrops fell in the fields, and the crops opened their mouths and drank the sweet rain heartily. Suddenly, those crops seemed to have grown up a lot. Raindrops fell on those delicate flower girls, and they all hung down their little heads and looked very shy.
after a while, it rained even harder. The rain splashed on the cement road, washing it clean.
On the road in the rain, people are walking slowly with umbrellas. That umbrella is colorful and varied, just like beautiful "big flowers" floating around in the rain, very beautiful. This is not, looking down from a height, I really think that flowers are blossoming!
slowly, the rain stopped.
you see, the flowers and plants look so full of life just after taking a shower and putting on a bright new dress. The small animals that just disappeared without a trace also ran out from the air, and they seemed to struggle to breathe the particularly fresh air after the rain. Then, the world became noisy again.
rain is pure and beautiful. It has brought great vitality to the world!
★ People appreciate the blooming flowers, the towering trees, the grass emerging from the ground, the land that breeds life, the boundless sky, the inclusive sea, the loyal dogs and the clever cats. But what is the highest value appreciation in life? Is it the charming and beautiful appearance of things? Or is it driven by your intuition? No, I think the appreciation of people's highest value lies in the affirmation of things' inner character, the appreciation of firm beliefs and the recognition of good personality.
Therefore, I appreciate a lion with the dignity of a king.
★ The lion has the domineering, dignity and demeanor of a king. This is the true nature given to the lion by nature, which makes people daunting and stay away from it. In fact, people should live like this. If they don't live, they will live wonderfully, with value and dignity. Show your persistence in respecting life and life with dignity. Therefore, I appreciate lions and dignity.
History on the Stone Tablet
★ "Shake, shake, shake to Waipoqiao, and grandma invited me to eat rice cakes. Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, distant relatives are better than close neighbors ... "The old nursery rhymes are floating back and forth in the air, reflecting countless samsaras. The stone tablet stood silently at the head of the village and watched the passage of hundreds of years, but the song remained the same.
★ The ancient wind brushed the vague handwriting on the stone tablet with ancient breath, telling a long story about reason and emotion along the track of time.
"Shake, shake, shake to Waipoqiao, and my grandmother invited me to eat rice cakes. Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, distant relatives are better than close neighbors ... "The old nursery rhymes are floating back and forth in the air, reflecting countless samsaras. The stone tablet stood silently at the head of the village, listening to the song for hundreds of years, but history will never repeat itself.
A piece of ice is in the jade pot
★ When the sun shines all over the earth, spring comes, flowers bloom, birds sing, and the world is warm; Then, why don't we use an ice-clear heart to feel the sunshine, the warmth and the world full of spring scenery? !
★ Let's have a noble mind like an iceberg and a strong feeling like a green hill, and use them to recognize this beautiful world and create a rich and colorful life!
Smoke mini-eyes
★ Philosophers say that it is not a pair of shoes that affects your walking, but a grain of sand; Similarly, it is not a wall that covers your sight, but a wisp of smoke. -Inscription
Emotion is a mysterious thing, like a wisp of smoke. I want to hold it tightly with my hands, but I slip away quietly from my fingers; Want to shut up and swallow, but it naughtily drifted away from the nostrils. It travels far and wide, and it is this intangible substance that sometimes traps our grazing hearts.
★ "Eye of the Smoke Mini" is a beautiful and poetic song. The world needs to be moved, but what is more essential is reason, which is clear and transparent beyond emotions.
Who stole my feathers
★ "Oh, where are my feathers?" The little peacock got up early in the morning and cried, "Have any of you seen my feathers? Where are my feathers?"
At last, the little magpie raised her tearful eyes and looked at the little peacock imploringly, saying, "Little peacock, can you not invite President Owl? I took your feathers. The little white rabbit is terminally ill. Her only hope is to wear your feathers for one day, even if it is one day. In order to help her realize her wish, I secretly took your feathers. I wanted to put it back tonight, but you are in such a hurry to invite principal Owl, so both the white rabbit and I will be punished. "
The little peacock's eye frame was wet, and two tears came down.
Get rid of the fog of the soul
★ It is human nature to trust relatives and friends, while trusting others is a virtue. In the process of trust, we can know this seemingly complicated world happily and comprehensively.
Let reason preside over the verdict
★ Secularity is an impenetrable net, and the eyes like wooden crystals are inevitably blinded by the rolling world of mortals, which makes the tragedy staged.
Today's friends may be tomorrow's enemies; There may be treacherous intentions hidden behind the smiling expression; The closest person may send you to the bottom of the sea and hold a grudge forever.
The inspiration given to everything by the great Syrian prophet is not obvious at a glance, but rational thinking.
★ Perhaps intimate feelings are really beautiful, but from the perspective of understanding things, we should be willing to travel beautifully. It is reason that leaves the iron brand on people with lofty ideals, and it is reason that makes the world still have that fairness.
the light of fact is better than the sword of Damocles. Let reason judge the winner of the facts and let reason preside over the judgment of right and wrong, good and evil. Don't let the antics of hypocrites repeat themselves, and don't let the years of "disaster from the wall" reappear. Because people are animals in reality after all, not kites in dreams, and everything should respect the facts.
Be a wise man
★ Plato once said: "When emotions reach a limit, they will often blind your eyes." There is also an old saying in China: "A scholar dies as a confidant, and a woman is tolerant of herself." Emotional differences are really enough to make a person lose his discretion when making a choice.
★ As the ancients said, although the tortoise has a long life, it still has an end. The snake rides the fog, and it will eventually turn into dust. However, a drop of water can wear away the stone and crack the iron. A drop of water is light, but it is endless and will never die. Being a man, isn't it? Life should bear the lightness of a drop of water, leaving aside the interference of affection, presence or absence, quantity and so on. Such a life is the life of a wise man.
It's hard to be confused
★ In those days, Chu Huaiwang was puzzled by Zheng Xiu, so he let the hated Zhang Yi go; And easily listened to the spoiled son Zilan, so he went to other places and was beheaded, and he was laughed at by later generations and regretted it for decades.
Zou Ji was praised as "more beautiful than Xu Gong" by his wives and concubines, and he must be secretly pleased. Fortunately, he was clear-headed, recognized the facts clearly, and came to the wise conclusion that "my wife is beautiful and I am private", which has been praised by future generations to this day.
With a gentle touch of induction, it is not difficult to draw the following conclusion: the words of relatives are not credible!
★ So I thought of Zheng Banqiao's warning: "It's hard to be confused." If someone asks you for help during the exam, send a note or something, no matter how close or distant you are, don't be confused, and the principled questions must be clear from right; If your beloved has just changed into a new dress and excitedly comes to ask your advice, you might as well immediately say, "Wow, that's great!" " In the face of pure emotion, what's wrong with thinking that "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" and being confused once in a while?
How can the word "affection" be used?
★ People have feelings. As the old saying goes, "People can't be ruthless unless they are vegetation." Therefore, when we recognize things, we unconsciously attach strong personal feelings. So there is the lingering of "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" and the sadness of "where petals have been shed like tears".
★ Emotional maintenance makes the world better; However, too paranoid and narrow-minded view of emotional interests will block the beautiful continuation. In the contest between emotion and reason, emotion gives way to reason.
so, I have a sigh.