The spring rain is still so tight and unhurried. It's like the tip of the needle facing the wheat awn, and the rain drops from the air, which seems to cover the world with a transparent gauze, making everything look hazy, as if being in a dreamlike fairy tale world.
I simply put away my umbrella and walked in this continuous spring rain. A spring breeze with a little warmth blew over, and the spring breeze and spring rain immediately merged into one. I don't know if it's spring breeze or spring rain. In a word, it gives people a feeling of spring and relaxation.
Inadvertently, I saw some wild flowers and a meadow in the corner, enjoying the spring rain. You see, this originally sparse grass, after the baptism of spring rain, has become particularly lush and green; After the spring rain, this beautiful flower became more delicate and charming. At this time, I can't help but think of Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night: Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
People often say that "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". With the nourishment of spring rain, I believe that the fields in autumn will present fruitful and gratifying harvest scenes.
Spring rain selflessly moistens everything between heaven and earth. Dear teachers and diligent gardeners, aren't they watering the flowers of the motherland like spring rain? They not only patiently impart knowledge to us, but also teach us the truth of being a man. They worked tirelessly to cultivate us into the pillars of the motherland. Ah, teacher, isn't the spring rain your incarnation?
Thinking of this, I can't help but speed up my steps, because I want to go back and review my lessons as soon as possible, so as not to waste this wonderful time and live up to the teacher's hopes.