Spring rain is as expensive as oil. When we see the drizzle outside the window in spring, what poems do we think of?

Spring rain is like silk, looking at tall buildings, filled with rain and fog, like countless mountains and hills. Litchi is leafy, with dark red tops and swaying in the rain. Shrubs on the roadside stretch out bright green leaves and suck nectar, and several sparkling pearls hang on their tips.

Spring rain is like silk, like smoke and fog, recalling the past eventful years, with little sorrow. The envy of the red owl soars in the blue sky, and the desire of the eagle fights in the sea. However, there is no wisdom of Zhuge, no stupid ambition and no mediocrity. I don't know when I can return to the sea!

The spring rain is like silk, caught in the wind, and the traffic outside the window is endless, extending a rugged life track. Leave your hometown, try to change the status quo and run for life. Although you are satisfied with the present situation, you must turn sparrows into swans.

Spring rain is like silk. Through the spring rain, we can look forward to the beauty and magic of this vast world. Looking forward to the ambition of Hongyan, it will surely prosper with mountains and rivers, and the water of the dragon will merge into the ocean. This is the real spirit of bringing wine into the wind.