Beautiful sentences in the spring rain

Listen! Rain fell on the roof, ticking like percussion. The rain fell into the pond and sang tinklingly. There was a small splash on the water, like a water girl dancing lightly.

Pedestrians on Didi Road hold umbrellas and merge into a colorful river. I don't know where to go. The breeze blows people's faces, and everyone's faces are filled with smiles, enjoying the gentle spring rain.

The spring rain dyed the peach blossoms red, bleached the catkins, dyed the peaks green and dyed the seedbeds green. Unexpectedly, spring is so full and brilliant that it seems to release all the emotions hidden in winter.

Spring rain is different from the downpour of summer rain; Different from the dullness of autumn rain, it is more different from the coldness of winter rain. Spring rain is like silk, fog, smoke and tide. Through the spring rain, everything in the world is like a freehand painting, faint and faint.

In Spring Rain, there is also a scene in which the fallen flowers are independent and the swift flies two times. In the drizzle, the woman stood silently, faintly disappointed, looking at the two whispering swallows, with a hint of shallow concern and ripples.

Spring rain, but also with the unique taste of spring girls, dribs and drabs with pity, drizzly and meaningful. If you walk on a country road and let the thin rain fall freely, you can feel the comfort and happiness of seedlings and weeds at this time.

Spring rain is like spun silk, light and thin. It can't hear the sound of falling, and it can't feel the dripping of rain. I just feel like wet smoke, shapeless and noiseless, gently moistening the earth and people's hearts.

I can't wait to rush into the rain and find that the spring rain is as thin as spun silk. I can't hear the sound, and I can't feel the dripping rain. I just feel that this is like moist smoke, gently moistening the earth and people's hearts.

The rain is really small, dripping, unlike rain, like fog, and the world in front of us is blocked in the rain as dense as a pearl net. Looking into the distance, pedestrians in the streets and buildings are only left with a somewhat blurred wheel corridor.

Under the nourishment of spring rain, wheat seedlings grow greener and vegetables and flowers bloom more golden. In a crisscross ditch, the spring water trickles. Young trees and willows spread their branches and leaves in the spring rain, greedily sucking the sweet rain.

The continuous spring rain dyed the earth green, and the soft spring breeze warmed the river. Look, it is raining again. Rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, and you can't hear the sound of falling, and you can't feel the dripping of fish. I just feel that this is like a kind of moist smoke, which gently moistens the earth and people's hearts.

In the street, the wet road is like a shining river. People in the street are holding colorful umbrellas, like small petals floating on the water. Occasionally passing vehicles are like boats shuttling through the water waves. The streets are bustling with pedestrians, but there are also children who laugh when they see the spring rain.

Shiny spring rain, like a group of naive dolls, hangs down to the ground in the floor. The dark mountain in the distance, the pink peach blossom nearby, the green poplar and the soft willow branches are all shrouded in this boundless net. This net is a gauze skillfully woven by Miss Chun, covering the sky and the sun.

It has been raining, and the teacher's voice in the classroom is softly scattered in the air, quietly precipitating thoughts of escape. I know that I am not a poet, and the bleak season can't make me have those beautiful daydreams, but I am willing to be with nature in this spring and feel the feelings of spring in this long drizzle.

In the morning, I was still sleeping, and the spring rain was like a naughty child. Miss chun rushed down before calling them, as if to say, hurry up, hurry up, the flowers are waiting for us to bathe them! After a while, they gave the big tree flowers, grass and small trees a cold bath and made the big tree full.

It's poetic spring! It was raining in the spring rain just now. At this time, the raindrops condensed on the leaves are still dripping down, dripping in the small puddles on the side of the road, making an unusually crisp sound. The birds on the branches were afraid of being upstaged by the sound of raindrops and began to cry. They must be blessing me!

It's raining, the rain on the ground splashed into the river, and the rain rippled on the river. Trees absorb nutrients from the rain, leaving a drop of crystal beads on their petals. The farmer's uncle quickly sowed seeds on the ground. After the fields were irrigated by rain, flowers, grass and rice grew, and the spring rain brought joy to the earth.

The spring rain is lingering, a little scrambling, as if the sky were pouring out, trying to blend into the embrace of the earth. Those odds and ends of snow had been touched before landing. The broken snow hanging on the branches looks beautiful, like a painting. It falls with the rain and flows around just right, between dark brown and light green yellow, making this ancient city a landscape in the rain, lonely and beautiful.

In the sound of rain, every leaf, every clump of grass and every handful of soil in the garden has become a wonderful piano key. The fluttering rain is countless dexterous and soft fingers, playing elegant ditties, and each note has a fantastic color. The birds in the tree are twittering under the leaves, as if to say, this is cool, really cool! A tree greedily sucks the dew of spring. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the sound of drinking water.

As broad and delicate as silk, the spring rain came to us like this. It presents the most beautiful moment of the whole spring with its unique flavor.

Spring rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, like a kind of wet smoke. It has no shape, no noise, and moistens the earth gently.

When raindrops fall into the pool, they draw notes on the water. These notes are circles formed by raindrops on the water.

A spring thunder, the expensive spring rain also dripped down, and all over the mountains and plains were shrouded in a veil of rain and fog, fresh and humid, picturesque.

The spring rain has been raining. Walking into the drizzly spring rain, the cool rain floats on the face with the wind, not as cold as the winter rain, so people's faces still glow with joy. The spring rain is lingering, a little scrambling, as if the sky were pouring out, trying to blend into the embrace of the earth. Early spring, like a painting, flows properly with the rain. Between dark brown and light green and light yellow, the ancient city of Jingchuan has become a landscape in the rain, lonely and beautiful.

It turned out to be her, the protagonist of this morning, and the drizzle turned into countless slender fingers. With everything as the instrument and heaven and earth as the sound, a symphony is being staged, which is the sound of nature. Rain falls on the green leaves, clap, clap. The rain falls in the puddle, tick, tick. The rain fell on my umbrella, banging. Added infinite vitality to this quiet morning. Everything is gratitude for the spring rain, and it is a kind of vitality to repay her. Spring rain, an angel in nature, went to other places to be busy after being full of vitality.

The drizzle is falling quietly, like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers. Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, are fascinated by long veils, covering black fields.

It's raining, the air is cool, the farmer's uncle is happy to watch the vegetables mature, someone walks in the rain with an umbrella, and the spring rain brings joy to people.

In the early morning of spring rain, after a few faint spring thunder, it rained for the first time since the beginning of spring. In the twilight, the rain slowly falls. Layers of rain clouds covered the rising sun.

After several drizzly spring rains, the mountains are green and the gurgling streams at the foot of the mountains are becoming more and more beautiful. The continuous spring rain dyed the earth green, and the soft spring breeze warmed the river.

Chunyu sent a copy of the circle of friends.

Chunyu sends a circle of friends (I) 1. During the day, the rain hits the passing cars. Rain Lane, a beautiful umbrella supported by a woman, has propped up a colorful world. At midnight, the scenery all over the street gradually disappeared, and a quiet time and space was slowly restored. The wind strung up the rain on the metal window eaves, as if beating endless music, with faint light and thin smoke attached.

2. High above, play down, have children, and throw yourself into the arms of Mother Earth.

3. At noon, Grain Rain will stop making trouble! When they are tired, they turn into raindrops and sit on the leaves and watch us play. Some naughty children walked under the tree before Zhu Xiaoyu sat down, hugging the trunk and shaking it hard, haha! Zhu Xiaoyu is angry! It fell on naughty children, on their faces, necks and collars, making them tremble.

4. Silky rain falls from the sky, the raindrops are so small and the rain curtain is so dense that the mountains are covered with cicada-like white gauze.

In the early morning of spring rain, after a few faint spring thunder, it rained for the first time since the beginning of spring. In the twilight, the rain slowly falls. Layers of rain clouds covered the rising sun.

6. Spring rain falls on the grass, as if whispering to it.

7. Grain Rain, with the unique flavor of a girl in spring, is full of pity, drizzling and meaningful. If you walk on a country road and let the thin rain fall freely, you can feel the comfort and happiness of seedlings and weeds at this time.

8. Spring rain is like cow hair, like a flower needle, like the soft hair of a spring girl ... Rain and fog are pervasive, and beads of rain string together to cover everything like a cloud; Spring rain is continuous, sprinkled on leaves, rustling sand, and swallowing mulberry leaves like a silkworm baby ... Spring rain falls on the eaves like 10 thousand silver threads, and a drop of water falls from the eaves like a beautiful bead curtain. Spring rain, like dew, floats silently to the earth, nourishing the budding buds.

9. You came to us wearing a beautiful garland; You hold a basket of flowers and float in the air; You dragged that long green dress towards us. Spring rain, how many literati praise you at all times and in all countries! "Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." This is Du Gongbu's poem praising you, Spring Rain. Do you know how much people expect you?

10. Trees absorb nutrients in the spring rain. The petals left crystal beads of rain.

1 1. It's raining, the air is cool, the farmer's uncle is very happy to see the vegetables ripe, someone is walking in the rain with an umbrella, and the intermittent rain in Grain Rain brings joy to people.

12. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't need to go back.

13. During the day, the rain beat the passing cars. Rain Lane, a beautiful umbrella supported by a woman, has propped up a colorful world. At midnight, the scenery of the street gradually disappeared and a quiet time and space was slowly restored. The wind strung up the rain on the metal window eaves, as if beating endless music, clinging to the faint light and thin smoke, such a wonderful artistic conception is difficult to fill with words.

14. The rain in March, like countless little hands, struck the keys of the forest leaves and played a hymn of spring.

15. After the rain cleared, a rainbow appeared in the blue sky, with seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, one after another, which set each other off and became interesting. It is like a golden bridge, spanning the sky, magnificent and dazzling.

16. Looking at spring from a distance, the misty spring rain floats in mid-air like silk. Looking closely, the spring rain is like petals scattered by the goddess, dripping on the ground, trees and houses. The rustling sand fell on the green grass, and the earth was thirsty for a winter, opening its green mouth and greedily sucking the sweet rain.

17. Spring rain comes to the grass. Like a painter, it dyes clumps of grass green, paints a tree green and turns flowers red. The grass is thriving, but the spring rain seems to be lacking. It suddenly becomes a designer, inlaid with sparkling pearls on those budding flowers.

18. In the misty spring rain, the leaves are covered with crystal dew, just like pearls are covered with branches. When a humid breeze blows, it rains "pearls" under the trees. The winding path is also brand-new, like a belt as bright as glass. Walking on the path, beautiful spray will splash at your feet!

19. The spring rain drops slowly, falling like countless fine needles and sprinkled in every corner. I looked at the misty filaments outside the window, looked at countless endless peaks there, and was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in the rain there!

20. Spring rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, like a kind of wet smoke. It has no shape, no sound, and moistens the earth gently.

Chunyu sends a circle of friends (2 1). Trees and flowers suck the water of spring rain like drunkenness.

22. Silk weaves through soft rain, like smoky spring yarn. I looked at the pedestrians who were holding umbrellas and anxious to hide from the rain, and I couldn't help thinking: Why do you want to hide? Let's feel the coolness brought by this spring rain together. So I put away my umbrella and walked into the rain. Small raindrops hit me, and I didn't feel cold at all, only a kind and fresh feeling. ...

23. Spring rain is as fine as a feather; Spring rain is like a girl's embroidery needle; Spring rain is not so fierce as summer rain, so biting as autumn rain and so biting as winter rain. The spring rain falls in the field, and the wheat seedlings open their hazy eyes from the tightly wrapped bedding and enjoy the spring rain; Spring rain fell on the grass, the grass stretched out, and a little green head leaned out from the arms of mother Furong. Spring rain and warm spring breeze came to the orchard. ...

24. The rain in spring is always so calm and elegant, falling quietly, just like a quiet girl who has been away from her lover for a long time, kissing the buildings, trees, pedestrians and roads lightly, showing the love and pity of nature for this small town.

25. Walking in the rain, raindrops bring me a slight coolness. Listening to the subtle music of raindrops hitting the bluestone steps, they washed away the dust in my heart.

26. Spring rain is not as rare as summer, as swift as autumn and as cold as winter. The drizzle is like cow hair, like needles, like silk. Gentle spring rain gently stroked my hair, like bathing in nature, so refreshing and comfortable.

27. Under the nourishment of the spring rain, the willows grow stronger; After the shower of spring rain, the flowers put on colorful dresses, clustered together, raised their childish faces and showed charming smiles; Moistened by the spring rain, the grass raises its green face and observes this wonderful world. Look, that's whispering Yanzi, looking for the home it should have in the spring rain.

28. Grain Rain is delicate and touching, as gentle as a mother stroking a child, for fear that the child would cry and hurt. Grain Rain is so gentle and sweet. At this time, I couldn't help thinking of Bing Xin's Spring Water, which said, "Mom, you are a lotus leaf, and I am a drop of rain in the heart of a red lotus. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky? "

29. The spring rain came to the stream, which was still sleeping. The stream flows quietly, and everything seems quiet and peaceful.

30. Spring Rain is like a group of naughty children, jumping on the earth and singing happily.

3 1. It's drizzling, and the sound of "Sasha Vujacic, Sasha Vujacic" is like seeds sprouting, like grass pulling out young leaves, and like bamboo shoots breaking through the ground.

32. The world is in chaos, it rains and snows, and the snowflakes are crackling and raining, as if who has the advantage in the competition.

33. The spring rain walked across the field and saw the girl still sleeping. So, Miss Chunyu walked over gently and scratched Miss Wheat's neck with her long braid. Miss Wheat woke up in laughter.

34. The early grass stands among the trees and greets one raindrop after another; Kittens run freely in the rain and play happily with small raindrops; Birds singing beautiful songs at the top of the tree intoxicated passers-by ... Looking at this scenery, I can't help but think of a poem by Meng Haoran: In the early morning of spring, I wake up happily and birds are singing all around. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

35. Dark clouds rolled on the horizon and suddenly it rained cats and dogs.

36. Thick clouds shed their hard sweat happily and slowly, forming a continuous drizzle. The drizzle gently beats the ground, "ticking", just like a finger tapping on the piano keys, making a beautiful sound and forming a beautiful music.

37. Spring rain, no turbulent summer rain, no lingering autumn rain, no cold winter rain. Spring rain, aura and romance, shines with Ying Ying luster inside and outside. If it is transparent, it will gently wash away the lead from the earth.

38. In the early morning, the rain spilled quietly and gently covered the earth with a layer of transparent gauze. At this time, as long as you close your eyes and listen carefully, you will hear a thin "rustling" sound, which is the sound that Miss Chun made when she stepped on the leaves and came to us. Raindrops are her gift to the earth.

39. After the spring rain, the grass straightened up and became greener, almost to your eyes. After some combing, the camellias on the roadside are slim and graceful, and the birds stand on the telephone poles, just like a note, singing the praises of spring.

40. Unconsciously, the spring rain has fallen. Rain is like a wisp of silk, like smoke and fog, like cow hair, like an embroidery needle, and like a string of glittering and translucent white pearls. The spring rain, like petals sown by a fairy, falls lightly on the vibrant earth. This spring rain is gentle and graceful, covering the earth like wet smoke and nourishing everything.

It is raining outside the window. Tell me about it.

It is raining outside the window, and heaven and earth seem to be woven together by drizzle. Looking from a distance, it is hazy, and heaven and earth seem to be integrated. Wash away the sky blue, dust and grass green.

Listening to the sound of rain outside the window, it is dripping, and it seems that raindrops are dripping into my heart.

The rain outside the window, with the sound of the piano, opened the curtains and felt that I was getting farther and farther away from the world outside the window, and I no longer had the courage to chase. My eyes are still vast. When can I take off that disguise and return to nature, just watching the flowers fall and sit and watch the running water?

In the silent afternoon, the rain outside the window is still falling, just like the sadness of the years, which will never end.

It is raining outside the window, just like my mood at the moment.

Outside the window, it is raining. You are reading a book carefully, and I am watching you carefully.

The rain outside the window, dripping, lingering for a long time, day and night, no hurry, no delay, quietly knocking on everyone's heart.

It has been raining outside the window. Listening to the sound of rain beating on the window, I fell into endless thinking.

The falling rain outside the window moistened the hearts of young people. The wind blows my hair, the rain falls on me and I walk in the rain. I hope you can turn around and see if it is rain or tears on my face. You know, the ending of being a stranger is the saddest. ......

It's raining outside the window, and the south wind blows through your heart. That's your name.

The rain outside the window keeps falling, and the wind can't see the snow floating in front of the window. The only way to expect snow is to put it in the cold wind and support it with cold rain.

It's raining outside the window, and I miss your heart constantly.

It's raining outside the window, which is a bit romantic. I love rain, which I have a special liking for, which I have always loved, which I love very much. They say that when it rains, my mood will be gloomy and boring.

It's raining hard outside the window. Looking around, the mountains in the distance are still vaguely careless in the water vapor. The thin fog on the mountain, like the veil of a young woman, has a special taste.

The rain outside the window keeps falling, and the rain in the south seems to be the most charming only in this season. Sometimes it's a storm, sometimes it's rainy in Mao Mao, and sometimes it's sunny.

The rain outside the window is falling, and the tears in front of me are dripping; I don't know when you will come back when you are young, to soothe the tears in my eyes and accompany me to watch the rain in front of the window.

Through many tunnels, it was raining outside the window, and the window was covered with a mist. More, it is a hazy enchanting.

It is raining outside the window. Looking at the continuous rain, my mood flies far away. ......

It is raining harder and harder outside the window. I hid under the eaves and it didn't rain, but I was so scared. My heart is in a mess and restless. I don't like this rainy season. I'm not used to it at all. The smell of rain is so familiar and strange.

It's raining outside the window, and people in the window are secretly sad, but there is no glass in one window.

The rain is falling.

The rain sounds nice (I) 1. When I woke up from a long nap, I heard the rain outside the window. The glass window has been covered with water droplets. Very good! A rainy day. I'm in a good mood at once. I like the cool rain in summer, which makes people relaxed and happy.

2. The drizzle caresses me and warms my heart; Crazy rain hits me and teaches me; Ruthless rain fell on me and taught me to go home early.

3. Looking for the rainbow after the rain, eager to see the future colors from the beautiful colors.

Some people's love is like a house. There are many things in it, but none of them are what I want, but I won't leave because it rains outside.

5. Rain is like fog, and fog is like rain.

6. Stubborn youth: don't take an umbrella when it rains, don't wear much when it is cold, don't take medicine when you are sick, and don't let go when you love.

7. The most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but the roof where you shelter from the rain.

8. On that rainy night, the wind started and the running water got lost. I have missed the most important thing in life.

I just need a friend who can lend me an umbrella in rainy days. What about you?

10. Looking in the rain, running in tears in the rain, waiting in the rain, unrestrained in the rain, in order to wait for her in the rain.

1 1. If she always holds an umbrella for others, why don't you wait for him in the rain?

12. All I need is a friend who can lend me an umbrella in rainy days, walk together in the morning and sit and chat at night.

13. It is raining. What I'm afraid of is not lightning, but that you are having an affair with others in the rain.

14. The rain soaked my whole body and moistened my heart. Rain gives me spiritual enjoyment and gives me motivation support; Rain makes us learn to be strong and endure; Rain taught us to be pragmatic. As long as we leave a solid footprint on the muddy road, we will not regret it.

15. The rainy day in childhood is the most muddy, but it is the cleanest in memory.

16. I'm not used to it. It's not me who holds an umbrella for you on a muddy rainy day.

17. It rains because the sky can't bear the weight of raindrops, but tears can't bear the inner pain.

18. Whether it's windy or rainy, whether you cry or laugh, no matter what others say, you will only be in your eyes.

19. The sky washed by autumn rain is as blue as the sea. Clouds of white clouds float slowly on the water like canoes sailing.

20. The rain passed by my window and the glass was crying. People in the street look happier than me.

The rain sounds nice (Chapter 2) 2 1. Words are like a medicine, which can stop all the pain. I heard Saraf flapping his wings. Keep dancing, shining with warm luster. So honey, we should all take good care of ourselves. Loving you equals loving ourselves.

22. I like rain. I like standing in the rain and getting wet, because no one will know even if you cry.

23. I came into this world and I left it myself. Even if someone says to die with you, they won't be together when they die.

24. Sit idly by the window with a cup of tea and watch the rain fall quietly outside the window. There is a fresh breath in the air.

25. The sound of rain outside the window touched my words invisibly. Rain falls from the boundless sky and silently invades every corner of the city.

26. In the rain, shallow and faint thoughts are passing away. Walking in the rain is a thing of the past …

27. My eyes are raining for him, but my heart is holding an umbrella for him. This is love.

28. Autumn rain rustles like a monologue in my heart. What should I do after ten years?

29. It's raining, and I'm thinking about you.

30. I like this weather. It's good to have a little rain without an umbrella. That's it. It's like fog and rain. It's cool, with a cool wind on a cloudy day. It's very comfortable and sober.

3 1. Yesterday's reflection, today's understanding, tomorrow's thoroughness, the day after tomorrow's crying, and a lifetime of giving up.

32. Rainy days are auspicious and tangled, with many wishes; Raindrops are the fetters of wishful thinking, full of expectations; Rain is the spread of happiness, full of homesickness; Rain scene misses you, full of romance. If it rains, it will be sunny. I wish you a good mood!

33. I like this rainy day. The rain makes me feel more comfortable. How can this rainy day make me think so much? In the eyes of outsiders, I always laugh so mercilessly, in fact.

34. The moment a meteor cuts through the sky is beautiful, but only the sky knows the pain in beauty.

35. Human nature is such a calm thinking. As long as they change to something better, they will give up.

My eyes are crying for you, but my heart is holding an umbrella for you.

I'd rather run alone in the heavy rain than throw myself into your hypocritical arms.

38. Come down, come down and enjoy yourself. I hate you very much, and I will leave you alone.

39. Raindrops hit the pond, splashing countless white splashes.

40. When it rained after school, I gave her my umbrella and cheated her. Besides, she smiled at me with an umbrella. Then she gave him an umbrella and walked out of school together.

The rain sounds nice (3) 4 1. The glitz and noise in the world, pride and falling out of favor all need us to treat them with a normal heart, and so does the rain. Only by getting rid of impetuousness and being more calm can we appreciate its interest and poetry and feel its exquisiteness and beauty.

42. The drizzle is falling quietly, like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers. Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, are fascinated by long veils, covering black fields.

After the storm, I can't see the rainbow.

44. I saw the North Sea roaring. Showers beat the ground, and the rain danced and splashed.

45. It's always the little things that really make people sad, just like the heavy rain that day. Others are waiting for the umbrella and I am waiting for the rain to stop.

46. Autumn rain always brings a bleak feeling. "It's raining on the plane leaves", a poem of seven words, depicts a picture of autumn rain. After reading this poem, a sense of desolation arises spontaneously. The autumn rain dripped and washed away the summer heat. Autumn rain does not necessarily represent desolation, but also represents harvest. You see, in the autumn rain, the fruits are ripe and fragrant; In the rice field, the golden waves are turning, and the cabbage and cucumber are ripe. Autumn rain also reminds me of graceful girl Li Qingzhao and "girl in white" Liu Yong. ...

47. Zhang Ailing said: The sound of rain is like living by a stream. I'd rather it rains every day, thinking that you won't come because of it.

48. It's raining. What I'm afraid of is not lightning. What I am afraid of is that you open an umbrella with others in the rain.

49. It seems that thousands of magical fingers, like thousands of strings, pop up ever-changing sounds.

50. I like listening to the rushing rain, I like walking in the rain, I like the feeling of getting wet by the rain, I like being in a daze in the rain, in short, I like rainy days very much!

5 1. Sadness in rainy days: Children without umbrellas can only run as hard as they can.

52. It's raining. Do you think I miss you when you are not with me? Rain drops on my heart with my thoughts.

53. It seems that all tragedies happen in rainy days, so it is doomed that people will always feel lost in rainy days.

54. It rained on banana leaves for several nights. I am waiting for tears to remind you who you love.

55. It's raining in the city where you live. I really want to ask if you have an umbrella, but I held back because I was afraid that you didn't bring it. There's nothing I can do, just like I love you, but I can't give you the company you want.

You support her all day, but you don't know I have nowhere to hide. You gave her an umbrella, but you didn't know I was afraid of rain.

57. I never liked the rain. I just kept raining and stood alone in the rain with an umbrella, but my hands drooped feebly.

58. Drink hot water when you have a stomachache, add clothes when it is cold, take medicine when you have a cold, cook when you are hungry, take an umbrella when it rains, count sheep when you are insomnia, watch TV shows when you are bored, and no one loves you.

59. It's raining. Give him an umbrella silently in your heart, even though you don't need it.

60. The rain outside the window has stopped, and the sky is still gray, because love has stopped.