You can see it all year round. Rain in spring is the softest. If the spring rain comes, try to let it wipe your face. That kind of feeling is very gentle, just like mom touching your face gently, which is very comfortable. After the spring rain, flowers and plants will be more colorful. Spring rain is their nourishment. Summer rain is the most enthusiastic. Rain hits the eaves, and the glass makes a "Hua La" sound, which makes people feel that Yu Xia is like a crazy bee, constantly chirping. It's hard to be hit in the face by summer rain. It hurts like a small stone in the face. Autumn rain is a combination of spring rain and summer rain Autumn rain sometimes sweeps across the earth, but sometimes it falls like a gasp. However, autumn rain is the messenger of harvesting fruits. After the autumn rain, the farmer's uncle felt much more relaxed, because the harvest day came. Winter rain, like an ancient woman, rarely appeared. If it rains in winter, it is likely to snow. It is flying in the sky. At this time, the children are happy and can have fun again. Rain brings freshness to our world. Every time it rains, the earth is as fresh as a filter. So, Yu-we need you. Spring rain is coming, and many colorful flowers are blooming on the earth. It began to rain lightly. The spring rain came to the grass again, and the green grass opened its mouth happily when it saw her coming. Sister Chunyu has brought a lot of joy and happiness to Spring, and we all welcome her. The spring rain stopped slowly and went away gently ... The spring rain rustled in the sky and went underground. She came to the river and drew some circles on it. I came to the flowers again, as if to say to the flowers: "flowers, flowers, I am coming!" " "Flowers nodded and smiled happily:" Sister Chunyu, come and give me a bath. " Spring rain came to the willow again and said, "willow, willow, I'm going to slip." "Spring rain is really naughty! The rain in May is a rain, and a wet picture is silent. Under the umbrella, melancholy turned into intermittent silence. Red umbrella flowers tell the tenderness of water. In May, the spring rain fell from the sky and my thoughts swayed. A story about rain was blocked by a beautiful girl. The red flowers seem sad? A person's fate, wandering in the whirlpool of water, you are pregnant with sad old dreams? Still can't let go of the shadow behind you? This scene, fixed at the crossroads, the traffic lights have become hazy and long hair flying, more clear in the rain. If you cry, it will be warm tears. If you indulge in it, it will be a classic and moving music. The sky is speechless. A soft figure looks fragile. I want to know your inner dream. I want to see your beautiful eyes. I long for your bright body. But you are more gloomy than flowers. I want to find a way home for you between blindness and clarity. I want to write down happiness for you and get happiness in the rain. The wind is blowing gently. You and I are sitting on the bench next to the tree. The cold wind gently blows your hand. Hold my hand like two magnets that attract each other. You saw the green shadow, and it began to spread along each other's fingers, much like the mood of spring. Maybe you are eager to blend in with your dreams. People want to see the secret of the half-naked moon. Perhaps it is this kind of scene wind, blowing gently with affectionate warmth, enjoying the sound of midnight rain. The dark night sky seems ready, and the long-simmering summer rain comes late. Tiny raindrops fall from the sky without rhythm and sway with the wind. Uneven, discontinuous, a little bit, waves, gradually, I recognized its melody, which seemed to be its sigh. For an instant, it's so urgent, so urgent. Come with the wind. I don't know if the wind is too urgent or the rain is too urgent, and the wind and rain are mixed. The cooperation is always so seamless. " The rain came and the wind filled the building. "Raindrops come with the wind and are unstoppable. Feel the argument of the storm and listen to its indignation and sadness. Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the window and making a crisp sound. I don't know why I think this is sadness, crying for the night, or shouting for the dawn? I don't know. I don't know when the wind became cool and soft, and the rain faded its last charm. The melody is so beautiful, the rhythm is so euphemistic, slow and orderly, which adds color to the quiet night. The rain came with the wind, went away with the wind, trickled and intermittent, and left with a trace of nostalgia. Leave footprints for the footprints of the wind, deep and shallow ... The wind stopped and the rain rained intermittently, as if to make up for this reckless behavior. The wind has gone without a trace, and the rain always drifts with the wind, adding footprints to the fast rhythm of the wind. It's raining so fast! At this time, the eyes are moist, fresh and clear, the dust has been washed away, and the wind has swept away everything that should not have come. Occasionally, I can hear the rain under the eaves, and everything is calm and peaceful again. Dark night sky, dark rain ... Watching the rain late at night Wang Ting With the increase of months, the weather becomes cold. Tonight, it began to rain, falling from the high night sky. Fall to the ground and make a clear sound of water droplets; It flew to the window and stuck to the glass for a long time. It's watching you! It is asking you! Suddenly, a stream of heat rushed to my mind, and an inexplicable impulse jumped into my mind. I thought about it, ran out of the door, opened my arms and embraced the angel of nature. It left, came in a hurry, and left in a hurry, bringing warmth and brushing away disappointment. Here we go again. What did it bring this time? Let me feel it again! It flowed in my hair and face, slowly slipped to the ground, splashing a beautiful crystal flower. I know, I get it. This time, it has brought me vitality and infinite hope. Coach: Housing construction likes rain in the middle of the night. Outside the window of Qian Hao, it was raining, forming a beautiful ink painting of smoke and fog. Raindrops, neither as soft as cow hair nor as hard as flower needles, burst, a little bit, as if they fell on my heart instead of the ground. How helpless and sad it is to put out the lights and drizzle in autumn night. I sat by the window, listening to the smell of rain, which is a kind of enjoyment-unparalleled, pleasant, peaceful and natural beauty in my mind. Listen to the gentle, deep, whispering, roaring, smiling, singing, shouting and roaring of the rain. Rain is the spirit of nature, and it is as sentimental as human beings. I love the whisper of spring rain, the enthusiasm of summer rain, the sadness of autumn rain and the elegance of winter rain. Listening to the sound of rain, the sound of rain whispers to the ground like flowers, conveying a kind of yearning, a kind of blessing, a kind of comfort and a ray of warmth. This is a sacred flame that opened my dusty and silent heart.
A little coolness, a little spring rain, you have brought vitality to mankind, and I love you.
The spring rain falls from the sky with joy and harvest. The rain soaked the flowers and trees and gave them plenty of water. Flowers and trees are desperate to allow nectar and happily allow showers.
Listen, drip, drip ... that's the sound of spring rain, drip, drip ... that's the sound of spring, drip, drip ... that's the call of spring. ......
Rain is transparent, it is so thin, so small, so light, as if it were tears from heaven, tears when excited. It accepted God's will and brought happiness and joy to mankind. ......
When I was a child, I often heard adults say, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil." Indeed, silent spring rain, so little rain, can bring the breath and hope of spring to the earth.
The spring rain washed away the dust. The place it passed was so fresh and the air was so fresh. "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." This mild rain has brought many new hopes to mankind. The spring rain washed the earth clean.
The spring rain is still raining, and it is still raining. I like mild spring rain.
Xia Yu
It's July now, and the thunder is constantly outside the window, the rain is "falling" and the wind is howling. There are floods all over the country, and the college entrance examination has been changed to June.
Cha, a knife flashed across the shoulder; Boom, a gun is like thunder, and a loud noise explodes the brain; Torrential rain, torrential rain. Countless raindrops are full of power, instantly connected into a line, and with a "wow", the rainstorm covers the earth like a big pot cover. They landed on the window with a bang, splashing countless small rain flowers, and kept dripping down, leaving a watermark. There are almost no people outside the window, and the trees with new leaves around them are covered by thick rain curtains. Looking at it, it is green, as if it had been melted by the rain. "The wind shakes the mountains and turns into angry waves, and raindrops fly in the air and shoot strong crossbows." It's raining hard again, and the wind is blowing hard, blowing the young trees crooked, as if they were going to fall to the building at once, and the branches of the big trees are swinging strongly from side to side, which makes my heart tremble.
Another thunderbolt was deafening. Countless little soldiers stabbed the heart of the earth with weapons, oh, my dear earth! You've been through too many vicissitudes. How can you stand this war? Quietly listening to the rain outside the window, it seems that the earth is crying: human beings, ruthless human beings! Where is my coat? Where is my pure body? Give it back to me! Give it back to me!
This is the sad cry of Mother Earth, which is deafening, but did the children hear it?
1. Spring rain is the gentlest. If the spring rain comes, try to let it wipe your face. That kind of feeling is very gentle, just like mom touching your face gently, which is very comfortable. After the spring rain, flowers and plants will be more colorful. Spring rain is their nourishment.
2. Summer rain is the most enthusiastic. Rain hits the eaves, and the glass makes a "Hua La" sound, which makes people feel that Yu Xia is like a crazy bee, constantly chirping. It's hard to be hit in the face by summer rain. It hurts like a small stone in the face.
Autumn rain is a combination of spring rain and summer rain Autumn rain sometimes sweeps across the earth, but sometimes it falls like a gasp. However, autumn rain is the messenger of harvesting fruits. After the autumn rain, the farmer's uncle felt much more relaxed, because the harvest day came.
Winter rain, like ancient women, rarely shows up. If it rains in winter, it is likely to snow. It is flying in the sky. At this time, the children are happy and can have fun again.
5. Crying rain: Rain is like a baby crying. It not only goes from choking and sobbing to tears without gradual rhythm or warning; And the ending came to an abrupt end. None of the raindrops became sparse and small, and the dark clouds slowly spread out excessively, as if the raindrops were still hanging in mid-air. You are not like the spring rain of a shy girl, but only give gentle and moist kisses to flowers and plants; You don't like the tired old lady's autumn rain, which gives people unbearable shade and rain.
You are like an unscrupulous and unrestrained young man, pouring out your uncontrollable love for flowers, crops and mother earth; Like an infatuated girl, telling her lover her deep love.
Ah, Yu Xia, you savage soul? Only you deserve to be called "the life of youth"!
Ah, Yu Xia, you are walking briskly, and your footsteps are rushing to shoulder the mission of destroying branches and welcome dust.
I praise you, Yu Xia!
Summer rain often comes and goes quickly, without the lingering of pure rain and the leisurely autumn rain. Summer is poetic. Xia Feng is fresher than spring breeze, and summer nights are more charming than spring nights. The summer heat gradually receded during the day, the crescent moon hung in the sky, and the stars shed a little cold light.