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The raindrops are like thousands of paratroopers, jumping from the sky and landing safely on the ground.

The raindrops are connected together like a big net, hanging in front of my eyes.

The breeze blew, and the rain curtain tilted, like filaments running towards the grass, trees and walls.

The rain fell, and crystal water drops condensed on the leaves of various flowers and plants.

The rain falls from the sky like thousands of silver threads, and a row of drainage drops falls from the eaves, like a beautiful bead curtain.

It was drizzling outside the window, and the little raindrops seemed to be accompanied by a little dance. I couldn't help but be tempted by the world outside the window.

The raindrops rolled down the stems of the grass, one drop drilled into the soil, and the other dropped into the mouth of the grass, and could not be found.

The raindrops fell on my head and body. I looked up, closed my eyes, and opened my mouth to taste the little raindrops. Suddenly, I felt as if I had grown again under the water of the drizzle. many.

Thunder sounded, and the heavy rain continued to fall like broken beads.

The downpour continued, and the rainwater flowing down from the eaves formed small streams on the street.

Heavy rain fell from the sky crazily, and the dark sky seemed to collapse.

The wind chases the rain, and the rain chases the wind. The wind and the rain join forces to chase the dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world is covered in rain.

The rain is like thousands of silver threads floating down from heaven.

The drizzle fell quietly and silently, like the silver threads spit out by countless silkworm ladies. Thousands of filaments ripple in the air, and the long veil covers the dark fields.

Dark clouds rolled in from the sky, and in an instant, heavy rain fell from the sky.

The silky drizzle fell from the sky. The raindrops were so small and the rain curtains were so dense, covering the mountains with white gauze like cicada wings.

The raindrops are very thin and continuous, like catkins floating in the sky in spring.

Rain like mist, mist like rain, lingering incessantly.

In an instant, the raindrops connected into a line, and with a "wow" sound, the heavy rain poured down from the sky like the sky collapsed.

There had been a light rain in the morning. Although it has cleared up now, the road is still very slippery. The autumn crops in the fields on both sides have been washed by the rain into green mountains and green water, and the beads are shining brightly. There is also a sense of joy in the air. A fresh and moist scent.

The strong wind carried the heavy rain like countless whips, lashing hard against the glass windows.

I saw the roaring and roaring waves of the North Sea. The rain was lashing the ground, the rain was flying and water was splashing, and everything was confused.

The autumn rain was like smoke and fog, floating silently on the rubble piles and dead branches and leaves in the open space, soaking the ground, the house, and the trees.

The spring rain is like cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments, densely woven diagonally.

The autumn rain is like shining pearls all over the sky, flying in the air.

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The rain fell from the sky to every corner. The raindrops looked like crystal clear pearls, which was very beautiful. Raindrops fell from the eaves, walls, and leaves, just like broken beads, and finally connected together to form a water column.

The wind was blowing loudly and the rain was falling heavily. Looking closely, there is not even a soul on the street. The white flowers are all covered with water, and it has become a flowing river, with countless water splashes vying to bloom on it. From a distance, the buildings and trees are blurry.

The wind carries the rain stars, as if searching for something on the ground, bumping randomly from east to west. As soon as the pedestrians found a shelter from the rain, the rain started to fall. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and soon it was like pouring water. Look at the rain in the sky really like a big waterfall! A gust of wind blows, and the rain, which is as dense as a waterfall, is blown away by the wind like smoke, fog, and dust.

Big raindrops fell on the ground, splashing water, and the water splashes were like small fountains. When the water splash fell on the ground, it turned into small bubbles. The small bubbles looked like small transparent hats.

It’s really interesting to watch carefully the process of the raindrops turning into little hats!

The rain is getting heavier. On the roofs and on the streets, a layer of white rain and mist splashes, like a misty white gauze. At this time, a gust of wind blew over, and the white gauze floated away, and the raindrops hit the stagnant water on the street diagonally, stirring up splashes of water.

Suddenly a gust of north wind blew, and a dark cloud rushed over from the northern horizon, mixed with streaks of lightning and bursts of thunder. In an instant, strong winds came up, and dark clouds filled the sky. Then huge raindrops fell from the sky, making the windows snap. Another thunderbolt, deafening. In an instant, the raindrops formed a line, and with a crash, the heavy rain poured down from the sky like an overwhelming force.

Late one night, the clouds were overcast, thunders were heard one after another, and lightning flashed in the sky. The wind was blowing hard, and the branches were blown by the wind. In an instant, heavy rain fell.

On Sunday afternoon, I sat in front of the window and did my homework. The room seemed extremely hot and stuffy. suddenly. The sky darkened, a strong wind blew, and it was going to rain. I quickly closed the window.

After a while, thick raindrops fell, hitting the glass window with a loud bang. The rain is getting heavier. I looked out through the glass window, and the sky and the earth seemed to be hung with an extremely wide bead curtain, and it was misty. The rain fell on the tiles of the opposite roof, splashing water and covering the roof like a thin layer of smoke. The rainwater flowed down the eaves, starting like broken beads, and gradually connected into a line. There is more and more water on the ground, forming small streams.

What a timely rain! The corn seedlings in the field will definitely drink happily. I seem to see rainwater flowing into the ground, into the orchards, and into people's hearts.

The clouds dispersed and the rain stopped. The sun lit up the earth. I opened the window, and the fragrance of earth rushed towards me. The air seems to be filtered and is exceptionally fresh. The poplar and willow trees outside the window, washed by the rain, stretched out their branches and leaves, became shiny green, and were extremely beautiful.

The rain falls from the dark sky, and the chill envelopes the city where we live.

In the early morning, looking out of the empty window, the leaves of the brown branches on the street have withdrawn from their life. The green of the trees was replaced by melancholy yellow in the rain, kissing the silent earth one after another.

The broken webs without spiders among the branches of the trees trembled with the cold wind, and the bright raindrops hanging on the web lines, It was falling rapidly and quietly shattered on the golden grass. The grass lay softly on the ground, like an ancient oil painting, hiding endless longing for someone.

The city is crowded. The road is crowded with people who are busy making a living. Their figures in raincoats of various colors are like chess pieces that cannot find their place in the cool rain. On the roof of the gray building, there are a few wandering pigeons standing blankly. My worries seem even heavier in the rain.

At this moment, only the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard has delicate little flowers blooming among the green leaves. This fragrant flower is the life of the rain. The only symbol of passion.

At night, the rain gradually became heavier, and the sound of crackling rain echoed on other people's awnings. The already troubled thoughts made the rain fall even more unorganized. I was walking around in my clothes. When I went to the window, I saw the neon lights of the city in the distance, shining lonely and tenderly in the pattering rain. Then, a cold chill came to my heart, and I felt that everything in the dark night was the one we had when we were young. Epiphyllum dream.

The rain is like a shining heart. I don’t know when the years will begin and where they will end.

The sky is blue, with white clouds floating freely on it. Floating freely. Suddenly, large and large dark clouds gathered from all directions. After a while, the sky was completely black.

All of a sudden, the rain fell like broken beads. The raindrops fell into the river pond, causing countless ripples, just like the flowers on the head of a goldfish. The raindrops fell on the fields, and the crops opened their mouths and drank the sweet rainwater. In an instant, the crops seemed to have grown a lot. The raindrops fell on those delicate flower girls, and they immediately lowered their little heads, looking very shy.

After a while, the rain became heavier. The rain fell heavily on the concrete road, washing it clean.

On the road in the rain, people were holding umbrellas and walking slowly. The umbrellas are colorful and various, like beautiful "big flowers" floating around in the rain, very beautiful.

No, looking down from a high place, it really looks like flowers!

Slowly, the rain stopped.

Look, the flowers and plants look as if they have just taken a bath and put on bright new clothes, and they look so full of life. The little animals that had just disappeared without a trace also ran out from all directions. They seemed to be fighting to breathe in the especially fresh air after the rain. So, the world became noisy again.

Rain is pure and beautiful. It brings vitality to the world!

★People appreciate the blooming flowers, the towering trees, the grass sprouting from the ground, the land that breeds life, the vast and boundless sky, the all-embracing sea, and the A loyal dog admires a clever cat. But in life, what is the highest value of appreciation? Is it the charming beauty of the appearance of things? Or is it driven by your own intuition? No, I think the appreciation of the highest human value lies in the affirmation of the inherent character of things, the appreciation of firm beliefs, and the recognition of good personality.

Therefore, I admire the lion with the dignity of a king.

★The lion has the domineering, dignified and demeanor of a king. This is the nature given to lions by nature, which makes people fear and keep away from them. In fact, this is how people should live, and if they don’t live, it’s okay. If you want to live, you should live a wonderful life, live a life with value, and live with dignity. Use dignity to show your persistence in respecting life and respecting life. Therefore, I appreciate lions and their dignity.

History on the stone tablet

★"Shake and shake, shake to Grandma Bridge, grandma treats me to eat rice cakes. Sister-in-law, brother-in-law, distant relatives are better than close neighbors..." Ancient Children's songs float back and forth in the air, reflecting countless reincarnations. The stone tablet stands silently at the head of the village, watching the vicissitudes of life for hundreds of years, but the singing remains the same.

★The eternal wind carries the ancient breath and blows over the vague writing on the stone tablet, telling a long-lasting story about reason and emotion along the trajectory of time.

"Shake and shake, shake to Grandma Bridge, grandma treats me to rice cakes. Sister-in-law, brother-in-law, distant relatives are better than close neighbors..." The ancient children's song floats back and forth in the air, reflecting countless reincarnations . The stone monument stands silently at the head of the village, listening to the singing for hundreds of years, but history will never repeat itself.

A heart of ice in a jade pot

★When the sun shines all over the earth, spring is here, the flowers bloom, the birds sing, and the world is filled with warmth; then, why don’t we use a How about using your crystal clear heart to feel the sunshine, the warmth, and the world full of spring scenery? !

★Let us have a noble soul like an iceberg, and have feelings as strong as a green mountain, and use them to understand this beautiful world and create a rich and gorgeous life!

Smoke Mini Eyes

★The philosopher said that it is not a pair of shoes that affects your walking, but a grain of sand; similarly, it is not a wall that blocks your sight, but a grain of sand. A wisp of smoke. ——Inscription

Emotion is a very mysterious thing, like a wisp of smoke. I want to hold it tightly with my hands, but it slips quietly from my fingers; I want to close my mouth and swallow it, but it floats away from my nostrils mischievously. It travels far and wide, and is so close that it dazzles our eyes, and it is this invisible substance that sometimes traps our grazing souls.

★"Smoke Miniature Eyes" is a beautiful and poetic song. The world needs to be moved, but what is more indispensable is reason, the clarity that can clear the clouds and see the sun, and the transparency that transcends emotions.

Who stole my feathers

★"Oh, where are my feathers?" The little peacock cried out early in the morning, "Has any of you seen my feathers? Where have my feathers gone?”

Finally, the little magpie raised its tearful eyes, looked at the little peacock pleadingly, and said, “Little peacock, can you please not invite the owl principal? I took the feathers. The little white rabbit was terminally ill, and her only wish was to wear your feathers for one day. Even for one day, she was satisfied. In order to help her realize her wish, I secretly took your feathers. I originally wanted to put it back tonight, but you are so anxious to ask the owl principal, and the little white rabbit and I will both be punished."

The little peacock's eyes were moist, and two drops were dripping from his eyes. tears.

Clear the fog of the soul

★Trusting relatives and friends is human nature, and trusting others is a virtue. In the process of trust, you can understand this happily and comprehensively A seemingly complicated world.

Let reason preside over the verdict

★The world is an impenetrable net, and the wooden eyes will inevitably be blinded by the rolling world, allowing tragedy to be staged.

Today's friends may be tomorrow's enemies; a smile may hide treacherous intentions; the person closest to you may send you to the bottom of the sea, where you will hate you forever.

The inspiration given by the great Syrian prophet to all things is not clear sight, but rational thinking.

★Perhaps intimate feelings are really a kind of beauty, but from the perspective of cognition of things, we must be willing to let go of beauty and travel far away. It is reason that leaves the mark of iron on people with lofty ideals. The world still has its share of fairness.

The light of truth is stronger than the sword of Damocles. Let reason decide the winner of the facts, let reason preside over the judgment of right and wrong, good and evil. Don’t let the antics of hypocrites repeat themselves again, and don’t let the years of “misfortune cause the wall to collapse” appear again. Because people are animals in reality after all, not kites in dreams, and everything should respect the facts.

Be a wise man

★Plato once said: "When emotions reach a certain limit, they will often blind your eyes." There is also an old Chinese saying: "A scholar will die for a confidant. "A woman should be happy with herself." Emotional differences are indeed enough to make a person confused when making a choice.

★The ancients said: Even though the turtle lives a long life, it will still have its end. A soaring snake rides on the mist, but ends up in ashes. However, a drop of water can penetrate stone and crack iron. A drop of water is light, but it is infinite and will never die. Isn’t that the same as being a human being? Life should be as light as a drop of water, and throw away the interference of emotional closeness, presence or absence, how much, etc. Such a life is the life of a wise man.

It’s rare to be confused

★Back then, King Huai of Chu was confused by Zheng Xiu, so he let go of the hated Zhang Yi; and he easily obeyed his pampered youngest son Zilan, so he went to a foreign country. , his body and head are missing, and he has been ridiculed by future generations and regretted for decades.

Zou Ji must have been secretly happy when his wives and concubines praised him as "more beautiful than Duke Xu". Fortunately, he had a clear mind, recognized the facts clearly, and came to the wise conclusion that "the beauty of my wife is my private self", which is praised by future generations to this day.

Using the inductive method, it is not difficult to draw the following conclusion: the words of relatives cannot be trusted!

★ Then I thought of Zheng Banqiao’s warning: “It’s rare to be confused.” If someone asks you to help you during the exam, pass a note or something, no matter how close you are, never be confused. In principle The question must be clear between right and wrong; if your loved one has just changed into new clothes and comes to you excitedly to ask for your opinion, you might as well say immediately: "Wow, that's great!" In the face of pure emotion, wishful thinking “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”, so why not be confused once in a while?

How is the word "love" so important

★People have feelings, as the old saying goes, "People are not grass and trees, so how can they be ruthless." Therefore, when recognizing things, It unconsciously attached strong personal emotions. So there is the lingering feeling of "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" and the sadness of "flowers splashing with tears when feeling the time".

★The maintenance of emotions makes the world a better place; but an overly paranoid and narrow-minded view of emotional interests will block the continuation of beauty. In the contest between emotion and reason, emotion gives way to reason.

So, I sighed, this time, how could the word "love" be so important?

Don’t judge based on likes and dislikes

★People have seven emotions, and they have their own likes and dislikes. However, when these likes and dislikes are mixed with the understanding of the truth, What impact will it have?

★Natural, people are not sages, how can anyone have no faults? We don’t have to be demanding, but we must ask for it.

Don’t judge it based on your likes and dislikes. Maybe you will find that foxtail grass will also bloom beautiful flowers.

The moon is the brightness of my hometown

★Who, on a foreign autumn night with white dew across the river, did not know the fragrance of osmanthus, ignored the mellowness of the wine, and insisted on chanting a sentence with such paranoia? The poems come from one by one - "The moon is the brightness of my hometown." It is simple, clear and shallow, but it reveals the mystery in one sentence and explains the wonderful balance between our emotions and cognition. Because he is affectionate, he is paranoid.

★"The moon is the brightness of my hometown" The poet's voice passed through the thousands of years of white frost and night, telling our most irrefutable reasons. So, we smiled knowingly. ·

Because of deep love, I am paranoid.

Don’t let the floating clouds obscure your eyes

★"If you don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, you just know that you are in this mountain." Thousands of years ago, literati warned through catchy poems Future generations, you should treat things from a correct perspective and never let other factors interfere with your appreciation of the truth.

★"Looking at it horizontally, there are ridges and peaks, and the heights are different from near to far." Rational observation from all aspects will help us overcome emotional misunderstandings and truly understand the complexity and variability of things. And at the highest level with an unobstructed view, we who are free from emotional fetters may be able to chant: "Don't let the clouds obscure your eyes!"

He shook lightly and slowly When you pull up the net, there are some lively fish and flowers, jumping and jumping in the net, like a bag of silver stars...

The gray and white silver carp swims like an arrow, Perhaps the only way to catch up is by jet. As for the black fish, that is a strong man, better than a wrestling master. You must be careful of the hard spines on both sides of its gills and its tail like a steel whip. Crucian carp is fat and short. It swims in a swaying manner, pretending to be very solemn, like a big boss.

The chicken ate bugs, and its food bag bulged like a small rubber ball, and it wobbled when it walked. Look at those hens, with red cheeks and big belly, "clack-clack-clack", crawling into the grass nest to give birth to gold ingots.

The sheep were so full that their tails were like a big oil gourd hanging upside down, hanging from their buttocks, swaying and swaying.

Those bees are so diligent, flying around like going to the market. The bees that come in carry flower clumps and pollen in their big furry feet, and they buzz happily, as if they are afraid that others won't know; the bees that go out flap their gossamer-like little wings in a furious way. As if rushing to class.

The chickens from all the houses are here, ah ah ah, red vests, green tails, yellow trouser legs, sheep's hoof flowers, etc., squeezing and shouting in a large area, like countless lively flowers. Some of them flapped their wings and raced in the field; some of them kowtowed to each other, like old friends they hadn't seen for many years. Some took a sip of vegetable leaves, drank a sip of water, and squeaked, pretending to be polite.

Flocks of pigeons were pecking on the road, nodding frequently, cooing, and moving quietly. They were not afraid of people, but when people approached, they seemed to give way to others. It flew up with a coaxing sound, spun around, and landed far ahead with a swishing sound.

The white and tender silkworm girl ate mulberry leaves for a few days, slept on the silkworm bed again, took off her old clothes and put on new clothes, woke up, woke up, and became brighter day by day.

The feathers all over the body of the white rooster were pure white, and the comb on its head was as red as blood, as if it was wearing a little red hat.

The big rooster's comb is bright red, like a red flower on its head, and the knobs under its mouth hang down like a pair of earrings.

The big rooster's body was covered with shiny floral feathers, as if it were covered with a brocade garment. It cried out: "Oh jujube!" That mighty look was indeed like a "golden trumpeter".

The white rooster raised its comb, flapped its wings angrily, stretched out its long neck and rushed forward like an arrow. Suddenly, he screamed strangely, arched his waist, and the hair on his neck spread out like a fan, soared into the air and rushed toward the rooster.

The neighbor's rooster ran away, but my rooster carried a victor's attitude, looking like a victorious general, constantly circling in the yard, showing its majesty.

The yellow rooster raised his head and bent his neck, singing loudly, like a tenor singer making his debut, with high spirits.

There was a sound of roosters crowing in the distance, one after another, singing a hundred harmony, just like a fresh morning song, welcoming the arrival of dawn.

It is disgusting to see the chickens fighting for food, pushing forward and digging, squeezing left and kicking right, fearing that they can’t eat it all, their greedy hearts are exposed

Wait until the chicken coop is opened Door, you see, these chickens struggling for their lives are not like ducks at all. Instead of coming out one after another in a humble and polite manner, they squeeze, fly and squawk, and escape as if they have gone their separate ways.

I saw an egg shaking slowly, and then I heard a "beep" sound. A small hole appeared on the eggshell, and then a pointed milky yellow color emerged from the hole. With its small mouth, it pecked at the eggshell like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves, and slowly poked out a fluffy chicken head from the hole.

The little chicken baby has a clumsy yet light body. It seems to be rolling or bouncing when it walks.

These chicks are fluffy, with short and dense feathers, each one like a small ball of cotton.

There is a thin layer of webbing between each of the duck's toes, connecting the toes together, and the two feet are like two small fans.

The most eye-catching thing about the little duck is its flat mouth. It eats food like a dustpan collecting soil.

When the little duck swims in the water, it gently pushes back with its two webs and swims forward steadily like a small motorboat.

When the duckling walks, he always holds out his chest, flaps his wings, and waddles, and keeps quacking in his mouth, as if he is showing off himself.

The big male duck waddled as he walked on the shore, like a baby just learning to walk.

The female duck looks like a neatly groomed peasant woman wearing a home-woven brown striped shawl on her shoulders. The big white duck is very fat, and its tail wags when it walks, just like an elderly lady.

Every day at noon, the big white duck always waddles to the edge of the pool, makes a "plop" like a diver, jumps into the water to take a bath, and sometimes sticks his head into the water to catch some small fish. , shrimps are really interesting to eat.

As the white goose walked, its bald little upturned tail kept swaying left and right, looking as ridiculous as a drunkard.

Groups of white geese float on the water, like an open snow lotus.

White geese floated quietly all over the river, with two soft red paws trailing behind them like bows.

When the little white goose sleeps, its little neck shortens, and its head seems to be glued to it with velvet.

The feathers all over the goose are pure white, and the light yellow feet and flat beak look like they are embedded in white jade.

The wings and tail of the white pigeon are covered with long, stiff feathers that can be opened like a folding fan.

The pigeon's feathers are gray, like a silver-gray coat; there is a circle of golden feathers on its neck, like a beautiful and dazzling gold necklace on a girl's neck.

The pigeon has feathers as white as snow, a small reddish-brown pointed beak, clever eyes, slender legs, and a pair of feet like chicken feet but without webbed feet. Standing there, slim and graceful, she looked like an elegant and luxurious lady.

When the little white pigeon stood there motionless, it looked like a handicraft displayed in a store.

A large group of pigeons perched densely on the roof (qī), chirping, and looked like large silver-gray flowers blooming.

The breeze blew the snow-white feathers of the two little pigeons on the wire. It looked like two young acrobats walking on the tightrope, and it looked like two silver notes inlaid on the staff.

A group of white pigeons chirped in the sky, as if a white June snow suddenly fell in the blue sky.

Beautiful domestic pigeons fly in the blue sky like a flowing cloud at a fixed time every day.

This group of shiny black ospreys has white filament-like feathers on their necks, and a small hook on the tip of their slender beaks. When the cormorant is fishing, it is like a torpedo, desperately chasing the fish in the water. The fish is so scared that it loses its soul and runs away randomly.

When the osprey flies, its wings flap very fast and make a "whooshing" sound, as if it is afraid of falling down after birth.

The little white rabbit’s mouth is shaped like the character “Ya”, as if it cannot be closed, revealing two rows of tiny teeth that look like broken jade.

The little white rabbit’s eyes are red, like two sparkling rubies.

The little white rabbit's tail is very short, just like a small pom-pom attached to its buttocks. When it jumps, it pouts and pouts, which is very interesting.

The rabbit bowed and bounced hard on the ground with its hind legs, and rushed out with a cry, like a ball of white snow flying up.

Good words and sentences in good form: innocent, carefree, free, childish, ridiculous, chest-thumping, chattering, laughing and joking. You chase me, chase me, run away like a rat with its head in your arms, chase after you, disrupt it, make a mess, and become restless. Self-righteous, holding your breath, screaming, gesticulating, being glib, acting coquettishly, running around, loving it, laughing, being dumb, playing, pretending to be deaf, acting dumb, pretending to be nonchalant, being mischievous, being covered in mud, chasing around, throwing tantrums, making noise, wielding knives and sticks You can catch a turtle in a urn, you are confident, you can do whatever you want, you can do whatever you want, you can cheer and play in the water

Interesting things, good words and good sentences:

Innocent, carefree, free, childish and ridiculous, hold your chest up, talk with your teeth, and chatter, you chase me, you chase me. The rat scurries away in hot pursuit, making a mess of chickens flying around, dogs jumping around, chickens and dogs restless, holding its breath, shrilling, gesticulating, being slick, coquettish, running around, unable to put it down, laughing, dumbfounded, playing, playing, pretending to be dumb, pretending to be pretentious, pretending to be nonchalant, being mischievous and mischievous. Chasing around in the mud, throwing tantrums and making endless noises, wielding knives and sticks, catching turtles in urns, knowing how to use them in any way, cheering and splashing in the water