A sentence about a night of spring rain

Introduction: There was a sound of spring thunder, and the spring rain came, pattering on the ground, and the raindrops were like smoke and powder. The weeping willows by the river, the wheat seedlings in the field, and the newly blooming flowers swayed gently in the mist and rain. Below I have compiled sentences about a night of spring rain for you. I hope it can help you!

1. The scenery in the rain is even more nostalgic. The misty moisture has stained every corner, like a painting, with thick and light strokes, outlining the world. The rush of time has slowed down, and the pace of people's activities has changed from fast to slow. If you are more patient, you will see all things growing quietly blooming with a touch of new green. Life is stubborn. No matter how many traumas you have experienced, as long as you don't give up, you will be like bamboo shoots after the rain. Nothing can stop the height of life.

2. You would think that the spring breeze blowing and the sunshine are warm is spring, but at this moment I feel that the continuous spring rain like smoke, like fog, and silk can add a lively atmosphere to spring. Listen! When the rain falls on the pavilion, it clicks like a percussion instrument. The rain sang "ding ding ding" in the lake, and small water splashes were splashed on the water, like a splash girl dancing lightly...ah! Isn't the sound of spring rain the harmonious melody of spring?

3. The continuous spring rain dyed the earth green, and the soft spring breeze warmed the river water. Look, it's raining again. The rain is like silk, light and thin. You can't hear the pitter-patter sound, and you can't feel the dripping water of the fish. It just feels like this is a kind of wet smoke, gently moisturizing the earth and people's hearts.

4. In the evening, the restless spring rain started again! This time it's even better! They called many more friends, and it started pouring rain, as if to say, la la la la! We are the happy spring rain. It made me crawl into bed. It also made our balcony wet.

5. The small and exquisite yellow flowers, like naughty children, are playing in the "green world". Just after it rained, the dewdrops on the leaves jumped happily, like crystal pearls. I was immediately intoxicated by this beautiful scenery, and it was so fun to play with the winter jasmine flowers in this "green world"! Suddenly, one or two dots fell from above and landed on my head, making me feel cool and comfortable!

6. The spring rain is so noisy! The birds chirped and flew from the treetops to the eaves, and then flew noisily from the eaves to the telephone poles. You and I shouted to each other to convey the joy that the spring rain brought to them. The small trees also followed the breeze, stretched their waists, and danced with bright yellow and emerald green dresses. The willow trees next to them also swayed their long hair and sang "Hua Hua" songs to each other. Tell them about the joy and joy this spring rain brings to them!

7. Chunyu is like a kind mother, gently caressing the earth with her hands, soft and very comfortable.

8. The rain stopped and I came to the park. The park was fresh and fresh. The willows grew small emerald green buds, swaying their slender figures in the breeze. There are still crystal clear dewdrops hanging under the branches, teetering on the edge, and the willows have grown stronger under the nourishment of the spring rain; after being bathed by the spring rain, the flowers have put on colorful dresses, clustered together, and raised their heads. The childish face showed a charming smile; the grass, moistened by the spring rain, raised its green face to observe this wonderful world. Look, that's the whispering purple swallow, looking for the home it deserves in the spring rain.

9. The spring rain waters the earth. Then, the willow trees turned green, the peach blossoms bloomed, and the birds sang happily. All things wake up under the caress of the spring breeze

10. After a few gentle spring rains, the mountains turned green, the water turned green, and the gurgling stream at the foot of the mountain became more rapid and beautiful.

11. The raindrops are very thin and soft, like the catkins floating in the spring time, like the silver threads spun out by countless silkworm mothers, and like the light yarn spun by hand, the strands are lingering continuously.

12. It’s raining. Raindrops fall from the sky. The rainwater swirls on the roof and falls from the eaves. Mother Earth sucks the spring rain. The grass and flowers straighten their waists and the spring rain patters. Bringing joy to the earth.

13. The rainwater flowed down the eaves, falling downward like broken beads at first, and then connected into a line and hit the ground directly.

14. The spring rain keeps falling, and the thin rain strands weave into a huge net, hanging from the clouds to the ground. The dark mountains in the distance and the pink mountains nearby. Peach blossoms, green willows, and soft willow branches are all shrouded in this boundless net. This net is woven into a gauze scarf by the spring girl's skillful hands, covering the sky and the earth, and weaving it on the mountains.

15. The spring rain is tender and lingering, as gently as a mother caressing her child, for fear that the child will cry out in pain. The spring rain is so gentle and caring. At this time, I couldn't help but think of Bing Xin's "Spring Water" which wrote: "Mother, you are the lotus leaf/I am the red lotus/The raindrops in my heart are coming/Besides you, who is my shade under the unobstructed sky? ”

16. It turned out to be her, the protagonist of the morning. The thin rain turned into countless slender fingers. Using all things as instruments and heaven and earth as sounds, a symphony is being staged, the sound of nature. The rain fell on the green leaves, "papa, papa." The rain fell in the puddles, "ta-tat, tap-tat." The rain fell on my umbrella, "ping-ping, bang-pang." Give it to this The quiet morning adds infinite vitality. All things are grateful for the spring rain, and what returns her is a life of vitality. Chunyu, the angel in nature, after being full of life, went to other places to be busy.

17. The spring rain falls silently, like the tip of a needle, as light as cow hair, and like smoke like fog. The buds on the branches slightly poked out their cute little heads, looking at me quietly and smiling. Light rain falls on them playfully.

18. Maybe I have never thought about walking to the south of the Yangtze River in the misty and rainy days to pick up the long-awaited color of rice and the fragrance of flowers. I also don’t know how to step on the stone bridge that has appeared in my mind many times. , how to watch Wupeng gradually disappear at the end of the river. Jiangnan Dream Memorial only depicts that longing in this rainy season. The plum blossoms are red and the apricot blossoms are full of branches. I once wanted to walk through the falling light red hand in hand and chase the deep romance, but I didn't want to encounter the chaos and desolation of the world.

19. The drizzle is like silk, and through the silver threads, you can see the mountains, rivers and trees in the distance... hazy, like a shy girl wearing a silver veil. She came to people with a sweet smile. The tall green trees, tender grass, and delicate flowers all enjoy the moisture of the spring rain. The raindrops are crystal clear, and the petals knocked off by the rain are like small boats, floating lightly in the water.

20. Spring is here, the fine spring rain is nurturing all things like milk, and the pine trees are blooming under the nourishment of the spring rain. Small yellow flowers bloomed on the branches, smiling in the warm spring breeze...

21. In March in the south of the Yangtze River, drizzle continued. I don’t know when it started to drizzle again in the afternoon. I like to walk in this drizzle, letting my skin feel the freshness and delicacy of the soft rain. The freshness and lingering touch of drizzle make me feel natural, innocent and transparent. I like to lean alone in front of the window on such a drizzle day and watch the wind and rain. Xiaoxiao is like an elegant and elegant picture. Still hazy, thoughts flying.

22. Chunyu came to the orchard and decorated the flowers on the fruit trees, all of them showing their pretty faces. The spring rain fell on the flowers' faces, and the voice seemed to be "Take care of yourself and bear abundant fruits in autumn."

23. After a heavy rain, a picturesque scene appeared on the earth. : After absorbing this "nutrient water", the grass changed from a weak and sick old man to an energetic young man; after the "timely rain", the pear blossoms also grew snow-white pear blossoms, which made it popular among people. and the dry willow branches were covered with patches of green "long hair". With these "long hairs", he was praised by many poets: "I don't know who cuts the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like Scissors. ”

24. The rain hits the window, crackling, and paints beautiful pictures of spring rain on the glass. Through the glass, what you see is the charming scenery.

25. The continuous spring rain dissolves into all things, transforming nutrients into them, and provides a great nourishment to hibernating animals and plants that have been cold all winter; the falling spring rain baptizes the bodies of all things, and also baptizes the hearts of all living things Soul. In this warm season, spring rain is an indispensable scenery. Only with the lingering spring rain can spring be full of vitality.

If there is no spring rain in spring, then where should we look for the red peach and green willows?

26. The light rain in spring is wonderful and lovely. Compared with the rain in summer, it is gentle, shy and charming. It feels like a girl's fair skin, smooth and soft. The rain curtain looks hazy, like a string of jade beads. Looking from a distance, it looks like smoke, like mist, or fluttering veil.

27. Walking in the rain, the raindrops brought me a slight coolness. Listening to the subtle music of the raindrops hitting the bluestone steps, let them wash away the dust in my soul.

28. The drizzle is pouring down, and the sound of "rustling, rustling" is like seeds sprouting new sprouts, grass pulling out young leaves, and bamboo shoots rushing out of the ground.

29. Naughty raindrops hit the river like steel balls thrown by someone, causing high splashes; thick raindrops hit people's windows, making a thumping sound.

30. The rain gradually became lighter, and the pace of the raindrops also slowed down, looking lazy. However, they are still floating and falling in the sky, maybe in a messy way, maybe in an orderly manner. Looking out from the railing, the water and sky are of the same color, and things and I are one. From time to time, a few fish will jump out of the lake. They have a date with Chun Yu and have become one. The rain is no longer rain, and the fish is no longer a fish. They are all elves of nature. Rain nourishes all things, and fish is the master of Yuer's village.

31. As soon as you go out, a cool spring breeze blows in your face, carrying the smell of earthy grass and a moist and fresh breath. It makes your whole body comfortable and your mind clear. After a night of rain, everything in the rain seemed to have been transformed and took on a new look. The tall buildings far and near stood quietly, wet, the leaves were shiny green, and the grass was eye-catchingly green, as if decorated with diamonds and crystals.

32. You see, the hair-like drizzle falls from the sky, like a wisp of tulle floating in the air, how light and soft it is. Several little swallows flew around in the air, chirping from time to time, as if they wanted to have their own tails to cut off the rain curtain.

33. The spring rain is as thin as cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments, lingering and pathos. It may be saying goodbye to its sweetheart. Look at it, the wind has softened with tears, and the river has swelled slightly, filled with its lovesickness tears. Bi Ye in the distance was also moved by it, and put on a green gauze skirt to make it happy, and also wore bright flowers. But it still kept crying, crying so hard that "the passers-by on the road were dying."

34. The spring rain is like cow hair, like filaments. I like the spring rain. I like to hold up my own little flower umbrella and play and make noise in the rain.

35. Rain has different scenery in the eyes of different people; just like the mountains and rivers in front of you, there are a thousand scenery for a thousand people. Some people like rain, some hate it, some sigh, some are crazy about it, and they have different feelings.

36. The drizzle is falling to the earth, freely and freely. It is as light as cow hair, as thin as a flower needle, soft, greasy, and shiny, making it difficult to comprehend.

37. I like spring the most because it is the most emotional season. The spring rain is gentle and delicate, like the beautiful and soothing sound of a piano; with the blessing of the clouds, the hope of the wind, and the attachment to the earth, it falls slowly, spitting out the joy treasured in the heart into new green everywhere. The breeze carries the warm and fragrant smell of earth and comes from the window, dancing happily with green deep feelings and deep longing. At this moment, the footsteps of the rain bring a bit of gentle and romantic poetry.

38. Listen! The rain falling on the roof "tick-tick", like playing percussion. The rain fell into the pond and sang "ding ding ding", and there were small splashes of water on the water, like the water flower girl dancing lightly...

39. The spring rain comes from the sky, The mud comes from the ground, and I come from the musical call of spring rain. Chun Yu carefully

40. In the morning, I was still sleeping. Chun Yu was like a naughty child. He didn’t have time to wait for Miss Chun to call them, so he rushed down, as if to say, hurry up, hurry up, The flowers are waiting for us to give them a bath! After a while, they gave the big tree, flowers, grass, and small trees a cool bath, and even let the big tree drink to its full.

41. What a magical spring rain. It is hazy and clear.

It puts a misty gauze on all things, and it washes all things fresh and bright. The whole world is like a newly born baby, as if everything is starting over. The trees are new, with branches full of green buds; the grass is new, with new tenderness and delicateness; the flowers are new, with buds ready to bloom.

42. As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as precious as oil." After a severe winter, the crops are so looking forward to the arrival of spring rain! The spring rain at this time is like drops of nectar, nourishing the earth. Look, the drizzle is pouring down, and the sound of "rustling, rustling" is like seeds sprouting, grass pulling out young leaves, and bamboo shoots rushing out of the ground.

43. Miss Chunyu flew up to the high mountain and saw that the trees on the high mountain were all very thirsty. The spring rain girl hurriedly started raining, which can nourish the thirsty trees. So that they can cheer up and add vitality to this bare mountain.

44. The drops of spring rain fell like threads, and from time to time they would make a tapping sound.

45. 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.

46. The spring rain girl is flying in the sky, and the raindrops are like silver threads, forming a beautiful bead curtain. The drizzle was whispering in my ears, and it seemed to be arguing about something. The little flowers on the roadside raised their faces and drank the rain happily, blooming their graceful and graceful appearance. The grasses lay comfortably on the ground, bathing in the baptism of the rain. Gradually, their bodies became shiny!

47. In the misty rain, beautiful past events are flying like lilac catkins, and your face and quiet whisper are coming as promised. The past is like rolls of old black and white film, slowly unfolding in front of me. It is still the season of drizzle. You and I met quietly from the two ends of life, at a certain midpoint, and then crossed paths again. Flowers bloom and fade, and the past is like smoke. There is still a fragrance deep in my heart, and my mood is still fragrant because of you.

48. With a sound of spring thunder, the precious oil-like spring rain also fell in patter, and the mountains and plains were shrouded in gauze-like rain and mist, fresh, moist, and picturesquely beautiful.

49. The spring rain is so thin! It was as thin as cow hair, as thin as silver wire, as if it could be blown away by the wind. After a while, the roof of the house was covered with a layer of white smoke. I stretched out my hand to catch the raindrops, but could not catch the raindrops at all. I could only feel the coolness creeping from my fingertips into my heart and spleen, giving people a tickling, refreshing and comfortable feeling. It was really like the spring rain sneaking into my heart with the wind.

50. Some light raindrops are accompanied by the spring breeze, falling to the earth like threads. Gradually, the whole sky was filled with rain and mist, and the raindrops strung together into a big bead curtain, covering everything like smoke and clouds.