2, Haitang does not hesitate to rouge color, independent drizzle. -"Cold Spring"
3. The soil paste was frequently urged by the rain, and thousands of flowers came out. -"The Pastoral of Spring"
4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green. -"Send Yuan and Two Stones"
5, drizzle wet clothes can not be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground to listen to silence. -"Don't be Yan Shiyuan"
6, drizzle fish out, breeze swallows oblique. -"Two songs on the water threshold"? One "
7, the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. —— Lin 'an Spring Rain
8, Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant. -"Long Songs", an ancient poem of Han Yuefu.
9. The willow shade is raining, and the residual flowers fall to see the warbler. Wu's Spring Festival.
10, but now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
1 1, the light thunder fell all night, and the floating tile was uneven. -Spring day
12, my face is not cold when I get wet with clothes and want to get wet with apricot blossoms. -Southern Song Dynasty Zhinan monk
13, good rain knows the season, and it happens in spring. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
14, it rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. -"Guest"
15, Guo Jing's feelings changed for many years, and suddenly he listened to the spring rain and recalled Jiangnan. -"Listen to the Rain"
16, 480 temple in the south, with many towers and misty rain. -"Jiangnan Spring"
17, it rained in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
18, the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -"Drinking on the Lake"
19, the spring tide brought rain late and hurried, and there was no boat to cross the field. -Wei in Xixi Chuzhou
20. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, and the grass is close but not close. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. -Tang Hanyu, "Early Spring is the Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water Affairs"
A beautiful sentence describing the spring rain: 1. The rain on Tianshan Mountain is unusual. It lasts for two or three days at a time, like ox hair, like embroidery needle, like thin thread, and it is densely woven. She is wearing a new dress, green as dye and bright as blue.
2, a few misty spring rains, the mountains are green, the grass is green, and the streams flowing under the mountains are getting more and more urgent. 35 composition network
3. With the sound of spring thunder, the spring rain, which is as expensive as oil, also dripped down, and all over the mountains and plains were shrouded in the rain and fog like gauze, fresh and humid, picturesque.
4. Spring rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, like a kind of wet smoke. It has no shape, no noise, and moistens the earth gently.
Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and it rained cats and dogs in an instant.
6. The flooded river overflows the red dust, slides down the desolate plateau, rolls down along the spirituality of water, passes through the eyes of music and turns into dripping spring rain.
7, the spring rain is continuous, like a flower needle, such as a filament, densely woven.
8. The sparkling spring rain, like a group of innocent dolls, hangs down to the ground in the floor. The dark mountain in the distance, the pink peach blossom nearby, the green poplar and the soft willow branches are all shrouded in this boundless net. This net is a tulle woven by Miss Chun skillfully, covering between heaven and earth, and she is skilled in Shan Ye.
9. Through the smoky spring yarn woven by soft rain silk, I looked at the pedestrians who were holding umbrellas and eager to hide from the rain, and I couldn't help thinking: Why do you want to hide? Let our body and mind feel the coolness brought by this spring rain together. So I put away my umbrella and walked into the rain. Little raindrops hit me, and I didn't feel cold at all, only a kind and fresh feeling?
10, March rain like countless small hands, playing on the keys of the forest leaves, playing a hymn of spring.
1 1, good rain knows the season, and it happens in spring. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
12, the spring rain is falling, the withered branches of trees have a layer of light green color, and the rain drops along the treetops, becoming a series of watery notes. The ground is also wet a lot, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Grass also sneaked out of the ground and began to weave green carpets. It rained heavily in the spring rain. It gently awakens the earth, quietly takes away the cold, and slowly soothes the wounds of trees in winter. Spring rain washes away the remnants of winter, and everything wakes up under the spring breeze and grows under the nourishment of spring rain.
13, what a magical spring rain. Both hazy and clear. It covers everything with an ethereal gauze and washes everything fresh and bright. My mood seems to have been washed and polished by rain, and a clear and cheerful feeling is growing. The whole world is like a newborn baby, as if everything has started all over again, the tree is new, and the new tree is covered with green buds; Grass is new, new and delicate; Flowers are new. They are in bud. Even the mood is new, and there is only a refreshing and pleasant feeling in my heart.
14. When raindrops fall into the pool, they will draw notes on the water. These notes are circles formed by raindrops on the water.
15, it has been raining, and the teacher's voice in the classroom is softly scattered in the air, quietly precipitating thoughts of escape. I know that I am not a poet, and the bleak season can't make me have those beautiful daydreams, but I am willing to be with nature in this spring and feel the feelings of spring in this long drizzle.
16, a few misty spring rains, the mountain is green, the water is green, and the gurgling stream at the foot of the mountain is more and more beautiful. The continuous spring rain dyed the earth green, and the soft spring breeze warmed the river.
17, drizzle, falling quietly, like countless silkworms spitting out silver silk. Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, are fascinated by long veils, covering black fields.
18, the rain on Tianshan Mountain is unusual. It lasted for two or three days, like ox hair, like embroidery needle, like thin thread, and it was woven obliquely, and she was dressed in a beautiful new green dress.
19, the spring rain is falling, the rain is foggy, and thousands of silver wires are rippling in mid-air, just like a bead curtain, covering everything like a cloud. Lively swallows wear it in the rain, trying to cut the rain curtain with scissors-like tails. Spring rain falls on the leaves of willow leaves, rustling sand, like a girl stroking the strings gently and swallowing mulberry leaves to silkworm babies; The spring rain is falling, and the raindrops fall on the petals of early spring, rolling like thousands of pearls shining with colorful luster.
20, at noon, the spring rain is no longer noisy! When they are tired, they turn into raindrops and sit on the leaves and watch us play. Some naughty children walked under the tree before Zhu Xiaoyu sat down, hugging the trunk and shaking it hard, haha! Zhu Xiaoyu is angry! It fell on naughty children, on their faces, necks and collars, making them tremble.
2 1. These days, although the weather in the south of the Yangtze River under the smog is not very cold, intermittent spring rain slowly falls from the air, making the imprisoned mind slowly moist when this spring comes. One moment is wind, the other is rain, and in a short time, Binjiang Garden is shrouded in misty rain. Just covered with a layer of green cypress, gently covered with a layer of white fog, as if wrapped in a layer of gauze. From a distance, it looks good.
22. In the morning, I was still sleeping. Chunyu is like a naughty child. Before Miss Chun called them, she rushed down, as if to say, hurry up, hurry up, the flowers are waiting for us to bathe them! After a while, they gave the big tree flowers, grass and small trees a cold bath and made the big tree full.
23, the spring rain lingering, a little scrambling, as if the sky poured out, trying to integrate into the embrace of the earth. Those odds and ends of snow had been touched before landing. The broken snow hanging on the branches looks beautiful, like a painting. It falls with the rain and flows around just right, between dark brown and light green yellow, making this ancient city a landscape in the rain, lonely and beautiful.
24. Spring rain comes from the sky, soil comes from the ground, and I come from the call of spring rain music. The spring rain carefully watered the earth, so the willows were green, the peach blossoms were blooming, the birds were singing, everything woke up under the spring breeze and grew under the nourishment of the spring rain, just as the ancient poem said: the rain in the sky moistened like crisp, and the grass in the distance was near.
25. In the early morning of the spring rain, after a few faint spring thunder, it began to rain for the first time since the beginning of spring. In the twilight, the rain slowly falls. Layers of rain clouds covered the rising sun.
26. In February and March, there was a gentle breeze and a drizzle fell from the sky.
27, high above, frolicking down, babbling, into the arms of Mother Earth.
28, spring rain, quietly falling, such as the tip of a needle, as light as a cow's hair, like smoke and fog. The buds on the branches leaned out of their cute little heads and looked at me quietly and smiled. Light rain fell naughtily on them. Ha, what a beautiful beaded dress! The wind doll is so naughty, blowing rain everywhere, falling on the tree, on the grass and on my face.
29. In the street, the wet road is like a sparkling river. People in the street are holding colorful umbrellas, like small petals floating on the water. Occasionally passing vehicles are like boats shuttling through the water waves. The streets are bustling with pedestrians, but there are also children who laugh when they see the spring rain.
30. The rain was unusual and lasted for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a thin thread, woven densely. There is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. (Zhu Ziqing, "Spring") Reading Spring
3 1, a spring thunder, the expensive spring rain also fell, and the mountains and plains were shrouded in a veil of rain and fog, fresh, moist and picturesque.
32. A silky light rain fell from the sky. The raindrops are so small and the rain curtain is so dense that the mountains are covered with cicada-like white gauze.
33. Raindrops, like broken beads, drop by drop fall on the puddle formed by rain. The spring rain dyed the mountains green, the water green and the stone path green.
34. Naughty raindrops hit the river like steel balls dropped by someone, splashing high; Thick raindrops hit people's windows hard.
35, the rain is really small, dripping, not like rain, like fog, the world in front of me is blocked in the rain like a pearl net. Looking into the distance, streets, buildings, pedestrians, leaving only a vague corridor.
36. Spring rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, like a kind of wet smoke. It has no shape, no noise, and moistens the earth gently.
37. The spring rain is like silk, and it is raining. In this charming scene, I seem to be a drop of rain. At this time, I recited the familiar poem emotionally:? Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. ?
38. In the sound of rain, every leaf, grass and soil in the garden has become a wonderful piano key. The fluttering rain is countless dexterous and soft fingers, playing elegant ditties, and each note has a fantastic color. Birds in the tree are twittering under the leaves, as if to say: cool, cool! ? A tree greedily sucks the dew of spring. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the sound of drinking water.
39. Are Spring Rain, Flying and Swallow Dao Ji's words? Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei? At the scene, the woman stood silently in the light rain, looking at Yan Er, who was whispering to each other, and a little worry rippled.
40. With the sound of spring thunder, the spring rain has come, and it is raining in drops, and the rain is like smoke and powder. Wheat seedlings and newly blooming flowers in weeping willow fields by the river are gently shaken in water mist and broken rain.
4 1, spring rain, falling quietly, like a needle tip, as light as an ox hair, as smoke and fog. The buds on the branches leaned out of their cute little heads and looked at me quietly and smiled. Light rain fell naughtily on them. Ha, what a beautiful beaded dress! The wind doll is so naughty, blowing rain everywhere, falling on the tree, on the grass and on my face.
42、 ? Good rain knows the season, when spring comes, sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently? . Throughout the ages, how many literati sent their feelings in the rain, and how many people praised the coming of the spring rain! Because of its arrival, it is often a long-awaited expectation. Like a beautiful and light fairy, it moistens the earth in this specific cycle, spreads green in the world, and flies in people's hearts with hope and spring.
43. In the misty spring rain, all the buildings were washed, standing quietly in the rain and fog, enjoying the wonderful scenery. The grass on the ground and the trees on the roadside are bathed in the spring rain, which is as expensive as oil and looks even greener. The leaves are covered with crystal dew, just like pearls are covered with branches. When a moist breeze blows, it begins to rain under the tree? Pearl rain? . The winding path is also brand-new, like a belt as bright as glass. Walking on the path, beautiful spray will splash at your feet!
44. The spring rain melts into the river and slowly flows into the eager fields. Old people often say: Spring rain is as expensive as oil. Indeed, look at the sparse rain, as if it were gone, how can we satisfy the long-awaited seedlings? There is a rumbling sound of machines in the distance, so farmers who know the seasons best will not miss the wonderful spring scenery.
45, the sound of rain, such as the morning breeze blowing across the grass, such as the moonlight breeze stroking the lotus pond, rhythmic, strong and weak, slow and fast, you might as well listen, it is the breeze stroking the weeping willow. Swallows sing from time to time in the distance. They were draped with rain curtains. At this time, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. It's so comfortable and fresh. The air seems to be filled with all kinds of flowers and plants, mixed with the joy of spring rain infiltrating the soil.
46. The spring rain has been falling. Walking into the drizzly spring rain, the cool rain floats on the face with the wind, not as cold as the winter rain, so people's faces still glow with joy. The spring rain is lingering, a little scrambling, as if the sky were pouring out, trying to blend into the embrace of the earth. Early spring, like a painting, flows properly with the rain. Between dark brown and light green and light yellow, the ancient city of Jingchuan has become a landscape in the rain, lonely and beautiful.
47. The spring rain woke everything up. After a winter's sleep, the wheat seedlings stretched themselves. Heroically breathing the breath of spring, sucking the hard-won rain. Willow trees by the river are swaying in the breeze, which is their welcome to the spring rain. They are happy to show fresh spring buds. After the spring rain, the small winter jasmine is even more outstanding, and the yellow is dazzling.
48. In February and March, there was a gentle breeze and a drizzle fell from the sky.
49. It turned out to be her, the protagonist of this morning, and the drizzle turned into countless slender fingers. With everything as the instrument and heaven and earth as the sound, a symphony is being staged, which is the sound of nature. Rain falls on the green leaves. Bang, bang, bang. ? Rain is falling in the puddle. Tap, tap, tap. ? Rain is falling on my umbrella. Bang, bang, bang. ? Added infinite vitality to this quiet morning. Everything is gratitude for the spring rain, and it is a kind of vitality to repay her. Spring rain, an angel in nature, went to other places to be busy after being full of vitality.
50、 ? Pedestrians on Didi Road hold umbrellas and merge into a colorful river. I don't know where to go. The breeze blows people's faces, and everyone's faces are filled with smiles, enjoying the gentle spring rain.