Poetically talking about drizzle.

First of all, let the drizzle brush my shoulder, and my 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.

Second, there was a light rain in the morning. Although it has cleared up now, the road is still slippery. The autumn crops in the field were washed green and crystal clear by the rain, and the air also smelled fresh and moist.

Third, the most lingering thing is the spring rain. She is so gentle and warm, walking in the drizzle together, it is easy to fall into a romantic atmosphere.

Four, slightly cool autumn wind with drizzle, but continuous mountains, summer green is green, no yellow leaves, no falling, is not willing to grow old?

5. It is raining in Mao Mao. I wonder if it's too sad. Even god couldn't help crying.

The sky is gray, it is raining in Mao Mao in Mao Mao, and my mood is also very stuffy, which may be due to the air. Looking into the distance, green hills seem to soar into the sky. Mao Mao's rain-drenched green hills are full of vitality.

Seven, the drizzle caressed me and taught me to be warm in my heart; Crazy rain hits me and teaches me; Ruthless rain fell on me and taught me to go home early.

Eight, naughty light rain drops in the puddle, splashing crystal bubbles, like a big white pearl floating on the water. Little raindrops, who love painting, drew circles, scattered, held hands and danced happily.

Nine, drizzle, that is I miss you; It's raining hard, that's my blessing to you; Whether it rains or not, warm greetings will always come. I wish you a good mood in rainy days and all the best in your life.

Ten, the most lingering is the spring rain. She is so gentle and warm, walking in the drizzle together, it is easy to fall into a romantic atmosphere.

Eleven, a rain in Mao Mao, a dream, I don't know how many flowers are broken in the dream, may the drizzle wash away your troubles, may the drizzle wash away your troubles, may the drizzle bring you happiness, may the rainy day receive my blessing, and may you be happy in the rainy day.

Twelve, it was raining lightly on the road, splashing a little rain flower. Although it was a little inconvenient to walk, it washed away the dirt and dust on the road and let us smell a fresh and comfortable air.

Thirteen, chilling. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.

Fourteen, 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.

15. Sometimes, it is raining in Mao Mao, singing when to cut the candles at the west window, but talking about the late rain; When it was snowing heavily, I read that the snow in Mei Xu Xun was three points white, but there was a piece of Mei Xiang missing from the snow. When there are no clouds in Wan Li, I think of a crane in the clear sky and bring poetry to Bixiao, which is like a dialogue between nature and mind, an exchange of aura and inspiration.

Sixteen, the spring breeze is drizzling, the magnolia is facing the snow-white wind, the peach blossoms are smiling at the bright rain, and everything on the earth recovers in spring, and the solar terms are in the middle of spring ploughing, waiting for frogs to croak.

Seventeen, a song, a love, a lifetime memory. Walking under the old oak tree in front of the window. Sad tunes, sad notes, like running water, flow from the ear, and the beating melody interprets the joys and sorrows of another life.

18. It has been raining in Mao Mao for several days. On such a day, I feel cold, and my heart can't swim out of the ocean of thoughts. I was allowed to be blown by the wind and swallowed up by the tide.

Nineteen, when I miss the rain, that is, when my worries and sorrows pile up heavily, I am like a thirsty seedling looking forward to the rain.

Twenty, 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.

Twenty-one, slightly cold autumn wind with drizzle, but continuous mountains, green in summer, no yellow leaves, no falling, are unwilling to grow old?

Twenty-two, before the light rain: Like a gloomy child, the gray face in the sky gradually sank and changed into a heavy gray black. Naughty wind wandering around, gloating at people's mess. The tree shook its head helplessly.

23. It's raining. Looking at the places you've walked, you always know what you've missed. What if you're not here?

24. The rainy days make me feel cold. My heart can't swim out of the ocean of thoughts. Let the wind blow to me and the tide engulf me.

Twenty-five, meticulous light rain, lingering light rain. It is a thin finger, a needle, a thin thread, obliquely and densely woven, like the ambiguous feelings of love, flowing with the charm of Tang poetry and Song poetry, washing Jiangnan into a beautiful spring.

Twenty-six, it was drizzling, and the water vapor enveloped the whole Jiangnan, adding mystery and mystery to Jiangnan.

27, the sky began to rain in Mao Mao, I don't know if it was too sad, even God couldn't help crying.

Twenty-eight, drizzling, rustling sounds like seeds sprouting, like grass pulling young leaves, and like bamboo shoots breaking through the ground.

Twenty-nine, in the drizzle, love under the oil-paper umbrella: hold your hand, grow old with your son, and be silent until the end of the world!

Thirty, drizzling, rustling sand sounds like seeds sprouting, like grass pulling out young leaves, and like bamboo shoots breaking through the ground.

Thirty-one, spring rain, I feel very fresh. Walking in the rain is also my favorite. It didn't rain much, but it fell on my arm like soft hair, and my face was cold, but it was a very comfortable feeling. In the forest, on the road, beside the grass, a soft spring breeze blows, bringing a fresh and intoxicating fragrance from the soil with grass roots.