Spring rains water crops.
Spring rain moistens the arid land, and everything will glow with vitality.
After the spring rain, the sky looks particularly blue.
The spring rain makes the leaves of young trees particularly bright.
Spring rain can increase our groundwater.
Spring rain is good for the growth of crops.
Spring rain makes people breathe fresh air.
Spring rain is green, spring rain is sprinkled on the grass, and the grass turns green.
Spring rain is red. Spring rain sprinkled on the blooming wild flowers.
Spring rain is black, spring rain is sprinkled on the soil, and the soil is wet.
Spring rain is golden. Spring rain falls on children's smiling faces, and children are laughing happily.
Spring rain, like mother's milk, nurtures everything in the world.
Spring rain is like a teacher, nurturing students with hard sweat.
Spring rain is like a great musician, playing beautiful music for nature.
Spring rain is like cow hair, like a needle, like a filament.
"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." How well Du Fu wrote this poem! Yes, after the severe winter, the spring rain came quietly to the world like smoke. He urged the earth to wake up, and he added vitality to spring. Whenever this time, I like to walk in the rain and enjoy the beautiful patterns woven by the fine spring rain.
Look! The drizzle covered the earth like smoke and gauze, making it look picturesque. The drizzle moistens the willow, which wakes up, softens its branches and spits out buds as big as rice grains; The breeze blows the Buddha statue, swaying gently, like a group of fairies in gauze skirts dancing. As if someone was directing, the birds flapped their wings, released their voices on the willow branches and sang the praises of spring happily. Yingchun couldn't help laughing, and the green grass wet by the rain was not to be outdone. She shook herself off the ground and put a furry green dress on it. Ah! How beautiful! This tree, this flower and this grass constitute a beautiful picture that only the spring rain can describe!
Look! The children were also attracted, waving red, sky blue and crimson umbrellas in the spring rain, so many, so beautiful ... There is a man with glasses among the children-isn't that our teacher? Ah! Teacher, isn't the spring rain your incarnation? Aren't you selflessly watering the flowers of the motherland like spring rain?