Listen to the rain for a while.

Listen to the rain, feel the smooth mood to clean up the haze of life, feel the beauty of nature to bring the baptism of the soul, like listening to the rain, intoxicated when listening to the rain.

Listen to the rain, don't have a feeling of rippling in your heart. A person walked in the depths of the alley with a sky-blue umbrella, listening to the rain drop quietly from the ancient eaves, and the sound of falling into the valley was so pure and so far away.

Rain is a unique landscape. Listening to the rain is like reading leisurely poems.

Rain is rhythmic, rhythmic. As long as you listen attentively, you can hear its beauty, uniqueness and soul-stirring.

Listening to the sound of spring rain, I feel the exquisiteness and beauty of a sieve. The spring rain is ringing gently, gently and rustling, like ox hair and flower needles, constantly crisscrossing between heaven and earth. Listen to the rain in spring, listen to the sound of everything reviving, listen to the sound of gentle touching and tapping on the heart, and feel the faint joy immersed in the heart. Listen to the rain in spring, listen to the gentle rain to arouse the hope in my heart, listen to the slight bud of the earth, and feel the comfort of waking up in the sleeping spring breeze. Listening to spring rain is like poetry and song, and drizzle is a line between heaven and earth.

Listening to the rain in summer, I feel unexpected setbacks or failures in my life journey. Summer rain comes quickly, smartly, freely and unexpectedly. Isn't that like sudden changes and setbacks in life? Let the wheel of fate turn endlessly, let the future road be bumpy, and leave a feeling of listening to the rain, so that you can watch the flowers bloom in front of the court and look up at the clouds. Listening to the rain in summer, I feel frank, carefree and humiliated.

I like listening to autumn rain. Autumn rain is different from spring rain. Spring rain rippled in the lake, leaving a thin warmth, while autumn rain dripped into the heart valley, but it became a desolate place. The autumn rain is slightly cool, but the chill is not compelling. Just like the tears falling to the lips, salty and astringent are all tasteful. For example, it tells the story of a lifetime of desolation and loneliness. Autumn rain is the melancholy in the eyes of wanderers, the sadness between the eyebrows of beautiful women, and the feeling of loneliness and suffering. Autumn rain makes the notes of life suddenly fall, broad and desolate.

The rain ripples in full bloom in late autumn, which is snow. It snows heavily. Cold as a sword splits lingering memories, leaving a snow-covered ellipsis for the past. Winter snow is used to forget, to commemorate, and to leave a pure meaning for life. Snow is the blessing of rain, the people drifting away in memory, the dreams of youth, the unforgettable loss and pain ..... all in the days of looking back, listening to the rain in winter, feeling the past that is hard to give up, floating with the snow.

The rain in the four seasons is between listening. Put your heart in nature, feel the growth, the heartbeat, the jointing and the lingering breath.

Listening to the rain, like a silent gaze, is drunk when listening to the rain.