Ambiguous sentences

1, drizzle, gently splashed my face. A cool breeze blows, leaves rustle overhead, and symphonies ring from time to time in the fields at night. ...

2. The drizzle seems to be playing a moving music for everything in the world, which is touching.

3. The drizzle weaves obliquely and quietly. Rain, gently into the yarn, one after another, without a sound. This rain seems a little different from the past, soaking my thoughts and always reminding me of something I have forgotten.

4. It rains in Mao Mao everywhere. Some pedestrians on the road are holding umbrellas and some are wearing raincoats. They are rushing to leave Mao Mao as soon as possible. No one pays attention to the amorous feelings and attachment of drizzle, and no one feels the care and miss of drizzle. I can't help feeling a little sorry: why hasn't anyone tasted the rain?

I don't know when the spring rain began. Rain is like spun silk, light and thin. I can't hear the pattering sound or feel the dripping of rain. I just feel as if this is a kind of wet smoke, which has no shape and noise and gently moistens the earth and people's hearts.

6. It is raining in Mao Mao outside the window. Small raindrops hit the window, splashing stars, two or three drops gathered together and slipped down the window. Take a breath of cold air to wash away fatigue.

7, drizzle, like smoke and fog, fluttering, lingering, dyed green trees, dyed green grass, dyed green country roads. A few purple swallows went through the rain curtain and dropped a string of green notes. Three or two impatient apricot flowers on the village wall have been picked in the rain, soft and fresh, reminiscent of the artistic conception of the poem "apricot flowers in the rain"

8. Thousands of silver threads are rippling in mid-air, and long veils cover the black fields. Rain falls on the reservoir, like dripping into a glittering jade plate, splashing pearls; Rain falls on the treetops, like brushing the soft long hair on the branches; Raindrops fell on the earth, rolling up a light smoke, and the earth seemed to burst into a dimple of laughter. ...

9. Let the drizzle brush my shoulder, and all the tense nerves suddenly relax. I imagine myself as a stream of air, free and easy, free and happy, and high. For a beautiful moment, I think I was born and raised here, in the misty rain of more than a thousand people.