Romantic healing copy of gentle breeze and drizzle

A gentle breeze, a gentle drizzle, a romantic healing essay 1. Breeze can be sweet, bitter, beautiful or evil. It has gone through countless places with different tastes in the world, and it has transformed countless forces.

The spring breeze blows slowly, so soft and intoxicating. With the fragrance of flowers and plants that attack people, she swept over the soil slope full of mountain flowers, over the fields that had just been sown, and over the rivers flowing with clear water. She carries the fragrance of flowers, grass and clear water. Now she feels that her fragrance is full of charm, and she even feels that she is the most charming wind in the world!

Fresh air after the rain filled the whole garden. I greedily breathed the sweet air after the rain.

The wind in summer is very warm. It feels comfortable to blow on your body. The wind in summer is not only the fragrance of the earth, the gesture of flowers and birds, but also a unique and simple green.

5. I heard the birds singing happily again, as if performing a program for me; The breeze blows the lush trees and makes a rustling sound. These sounds give me happiness in the morning.

6. Life is a movie, everyone is his own scenery, no one can repeat anyone, and no story can repeat yesterday's story. Learn to be happy and give yourself a bright future; Learn to be confident and give yourself a warmth; Learn to bear, let the heart understand strong.

7. The winter has arrived, and the weather is changeable and unpredictable. One heart, forever. I miss you in my heart and want to remember those intimate information. I sincerely hope to send my best wishes. Keep warm when it's cold!

8. The air is cool. I am sailing slowly in the ocean of memory, forgetting the time, but recalling the past.

9. The breeze is blowing, you see, the reeds are swaying and dancing; The drizzle is falling, you listen, and Honghua smiles shyly; When the warm sun blows, you see, the earth is laughing and singing; Here comes the short message. Listen, cluck and cluck. May you be happy every day in spring.

10. Walking in the fields in spring with light steps, grabbing a handful of dirt, emitting intoxicating fragrance, catching a butterfly and flying it gently. Spring in the countryside is always blurred with beauty, and the songs on the land are mixed with the fragrance of wild flowers. Wheat seedlings jointing under the moisture of sweat, with the drizzle from the breeze, played a beautiful but very moving melody.

1 1. The breeze seems to fall from the sky, with the coolness of Leng Yue's cold stars and the water vapor of the Milky Way. The cold wave makes all intentional life feel comfortable.

12. The whole wall of Parthenocissus tricuspidata on campus is also immersed in the autumn wind. Some Parthenocissus leaves are falling in the autumn wind. Under the guidance of autumn wind, they learned to dance "whirlwind dance". Look how beautiful their dancing is! A large area of Parthenocissus on the wall may have been infected by the "whirlwind dance", and it also sang songs with Salala and Salala.

13. The breeze is gently floating outside the window, and the inner thoughts are telling deeply. There are fragrant flowers in your life, and the road of love is in your own hands. This life is locked with your heart and will be deeply imprinted in your heart forever!

14. The tree was painfully shaken by the wind and whined.

15. Strong smoke and dust filled it and the mountains in the distance could not be seen clearly. The air in spring is not as cool as expected.

16. The warm spring breeze is like a mother's hand, gently stroking the little girl's face.

17. Life should have a trip. I want to go to a vast place in the world, with fresh air, natural fragrance, breezy breeze and rippling green grass.

18. Yesterday's unexpected sunny day made our photo trip from Shimen rape flower in Conghua perfect. Although rape did not bloom in Shan Ye as expected, the colorful flowers in the sea were like bees and butterflies. The breeze blew and Jin Lang rolled, which was very pleasant. We touch every new green with our hearts and eyes. Spring is in the flower field and in my heart.

19. Spring breeze has a box of colorful pigments. You see, it gives the yellow to the winter jasmine, which is golden and smiles in the sun. It gave pink to the peach blossoms, one after another, and you won't let me, and I won't let you, competing to open, very beautiful. Green stands for grass. Look, light green grass is sticking out of the ground, and emerald green is for small trees. The leaves on the small tree are scrambling to grow ... in spring, there are scenes of vitality recovery everywhere.

20. The breeze blew off a yellow leaf, as if the breeze wanted to tell me through the yellow leaf that autumn was coming.

The wind at the mountain gate, like the water in the river at the mountain gate, goes from north to south day and night. Although gentle as water, after a long time, crops in the field and weeping willows on the river bank leaned against the mountain gate and bowed slightly to the south, just like bowing to all the guests who came here.

22. A gust of wind blew and white petals fluttered like snow. He looked up, and his handsome face was more beautiful than cherry blossoms. He smiled and said, can you believe that there must be a beautiful and pure city in the sky that we can't see ... His smile is flawless and as beautiful as an angel? ...

23. Spring breeze is always so beautiful. It dresses up Miss Chun beautifully. As long as it blows grass, grass and flowers will open their smiles; As long as it passes over the willow treetops, the willow buds will stick out their delicate heads; As long as it dances on the stream, the ice in the stream will melt and jingle, as if thanking it.

24. The breeze blew, the sand rustled and the grass began to sprout. The breeze blows the sand and the peach blossoms smile. The breeze blows, the sand rustles, and the willows dance and grow their hair. The breeze blew, the sand rustled, and squirrels came out to pick fruits. The breeze blew, the sand rustled and swallows flew back from the south. The breeze blew, the sand rustled, and the frog woke up in the hole. The breeze blew and rustled, and the children took off their cotton-padded jackets. The breeze blows, the sand rustles and kites fly in the sky. The breeze is blowing, and the children are going out!

25. Walking in the spring breeze and enjoying the beauty of spring, everything is so beautiful.

26. Miss Feng came and left gently, and Brother Feng came unexpectedly. He likes water. The lotus flowers in full bloom in the water give off bursts of fragrance. Brother Feng approached us silently with this refreshing fragrance and faint lotus leaf fragrance, which made people feel relaxed and happy. The sky is scorching, and people enjoy the cool under the trees. Brother Feng saw it, breathed a sigh of relief and praised him in the tree: "It's much cooler, much cooler." The frog jumped into the water from time to time. When Brother Feng blew, the frog was very happy and praised Brother Feng's thoughtfulness with his loud voice.

27. The most beautiful April day on earth is real.

28. In the breeze, long weeping willows dance lightly on the sparkling water, and the banks with sparse pedestrians are covered by the afterglow of the sunset, where relaxation and leisure spread. Pairs of people are scattered on the green grass, enjoying the romance of this moment.

29. At the end of March, the newly opened white begonia flowers seemed to be snowflakes that never withered, flying in front of her eyes. This is a very beautiful garden. White begonia blooms quietly and then falls like a spring rain. Ling's long black hair fluttered with the wind, and the petals flew into her hair and landed on her long soft eyelashes. She is as pure and moving as an angel.

30. The air is fresh in the morning. It smells like lotus leaves and mint on a summer night.

3 1. Willow branches sway in the breeze, gently brushing the lake, like a beautiful girl combing her long hair by the lake.

32. The warm spring breeze shuttles through our busy city like a lively spirit. It looks at the east, the west, the cheeks of passers-by, the sky and clouds.

33. The sky is blue and the clouds are light and the wind is light. In this fresh summer, my thoughts filled my whole heart. Do you feel my deep thoughts in the distance?

34. The autumn wind blows into the fields, waving brushes covered with golden pigments. In an instant, the field turned into a golden ocean. The breeze blew, golden waves appeared in the fields, and the wheat was overflowing; In the cotton field, a piece of white clouds danced with the wind, and the autumn wind could not bear to defile this piece of white clouds paradise and quietly left.

35. Suddenly there is a breeze and the mountains ring. It is the confluence of countless blades of grass colliding with each other, which sounds subtle but powerful.

36. The air after the rain, with the smell of earth and grass, is refreshing.

37. The air is cold, rowing a boat, slowly crossing the ocean of memory, forgetting the time, but remembering the past.

38. I like the endless drizzle in the south. It is not as ruthless as a rainstorm, nor as moody as a thunderstorm, nor as violent as a typhoon. It is more like a gentle and lovely angel.

39. The dim moonlight casts a mysterious shadow, and Yin Hui floating on the water jumps there like a silver fish. The whole lake is like an open mirror, like a flawless white jade, like a long ribbon studded with precious stones. When the wind blows, it is sparkling.

40. Happiness is to sit together and recall every small and touching plot in the past four years, pour out the pride and frustration of real life, discuss the love stories that happened around you, and talk about the excitement of everyone laughing and laughing.

It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window.

It's raining outside the window, and I know that life has started a new stage.

The drizzle outside the window, the woman in the book drifted away, quietly changed the sun and the moon, and changed the dynasty.

A dark cloud floated by, and the rain dripped, tinkling, falling on the branches and the lake with the autumn wind. Look at the water circle of water drops in the lake, round and round, and red fish swim freely in groups. Look at the Mao Mao rain outside the window, continuous and thin. It's like nature whispering to you.

Outside the window, it is raining in Mao Mao. Dense thoughts, patchwork mottled memories, outline your clear outline, tenderness and shallow smile. Things are different. You've gone far. I watched in situ, falling like rain, confirming the clarity of a smile. Love is so prosperous and lonely.

When the light rain fell, it was already raining in Mao Mao outside the window. Who passed by in spring and covered the time under the eaves with a long-lost oil-paper umbrella?

It's drizzling outside the window, and the wind is blowing, and my thoughts seem to have returned to many years ago. The same words show different flavors at this moment. Have I changed, or has this romantic scene lost its original flavor?

It's raining outside the window, and I really miss you at the moment.

The drizzle outside the window is gentle, and flowers bloom and fall year after year.

Since ancient times, moonlight can heal wounds, and the sound of rain can relieve worries. At this time, the drizzle outside the window makes someone's thoughts linger.

Wake up, it is raining in Mao Mao outside the window, but you are not around. In this snowy season, there is no falling snow in the sky, because it is my thoughts of you that fly.

Looking at the drizzle outside the window, it seems a little emotional, intermittent and dripping.

It's raining outside the window, and the thick acacia is hard to cut. I'm afraid it will wet my new clothes and lean against the small window.

Honey, are you okay? It's raining outside the window, weaving my lovesickness, but my heart flies over Qian Shan to you. Come back with my love, and I will wait for you.

How can I get the drizzle outside the window with the bright sunshine in my heart?

It's raining outside the window, but my heart is long.

It was raining outside the window, melancholy accompanied by raindrops, knocking on the heartstrings, candles stained with wax, and books piled up on the pillow.

It is drizzling outside the window, and the breeze brings bursts of sadness and cold, watching passers-by and crossing the world. I'm not sad, I think, this may be loneliness.

It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and I'm thinking of you.

At the end of the song, I heard the drizzle outside the window. When did it start to rain? I didn't even notice.

Outside the window, the shower began to stop, leaving only a drizzle. If he wants to be free, I will set him free.

Talking about the drizzle on a winter night

The cool breeze blows gently, and the winter rain turns into a misty veil. Looking up, the rain fell gently on my cheek. Although there is no new green outside the window, the faint dark yellow is also dancing obliquely with the wind and rain.

After the rain, the letter is big and the night scene is different! It was getting late and it rained all night. Silent winter rain drops on the campus of PLA Information Engineering University. Walking after the rain, the bleak wind brings the fragrance of the earth, and the falling dead leaves set off the silence of the winter night.

At this time, I have no mood to eat, and I slowly walked back to the dormitory, thinking about the next exam. Time and time again, my thoughts were connected and no longer ignored. It seems that only rain and cotton are left in the whole world.

It's raining in Mao Mao on a winter night. Strangers are full of thoughts, stop and go, and it is another spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The rain outside the window fell on the banana leaves bit by bit, pattering the songs of heaven and earth. I sit by the window, and there is always the sound of raindrops in my ears, as if falling on my mind and becoming tangled thoughts, which I can't get rid of at all.

Continuous drizzle, pour out infinite thoughts in your heart. On a winter night, the cold wind blew away my attachment to autumn. Tonight, under the warm light and laughter, I convey the happiness of my family and send my best wishes to my friends. I wish good luck and merry Christmas on Christmas Eve.

The breeze is cool, just like the winter climate, with drizzle and misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

On a drizzly winter night, let the king crab satisfy you!

One winter night, three women were sitting in a bookstore in Yu Qiu, talking about their dreams of literary youth, drinking Tieguanyin tea with a faint fragrance, enjoying the artistic conception of the bookstore with a fragrance of books, flowers and tea, and watching the light rain outside the window on a winter night. At night in our beautiful town, it feels like continuous autumn rain, not cold, very warm. I can imagine it raining until dawn and getting up in the morning to smell the rain. ......

Continuous early winter rain, dripping heart spring.

Misty rain sentence, drizzling, sad.

It rained for several days, which dispelled the heat of several hot summer days, but the coolness had a feeling of early autumn in my hometown. As a result, homesickness rises like water mist.

Speaking of hometown, going west to north, where Xuanzang learned the scriptures, and where the Silk Road on land passed, there are often impressions of the desert being lonely and the Gobi being thousands of miles away. How can there be a continuous drizzle, like Jiangnan, which has given birth to many sad songs?

In fact, stepping into the threshold of the distant western regions is also a soft picture of green trees and green mountains, bridges and flowing water. This gateway to the west is called Jiangnan, although it is not as exquisite as the real Jiangnan and Wunong soft language. However, compared with the long yellow sand that will be accompanied for a long time, the rough and heroic exotic customs of youth are probably the closest thoughts after leaving the western paradise.

Geographically, it is located at the western end of the Qinling Mountains, where the Yangtze River and the Yellow River meet and care for a unique world. Different from the high loess slopes with criss-crossing gullies in the north, different from the continuous snow-covered Gobi in the west, only green hills surround it, and in the drizzle, plumes of smoke come straight from the ravine.

Every spring and autumn, the drizzle lasts for more than ten days.

In the spring rain, there are countless red flowers, scattered into flower mud, leaving only a little memory of the original flowers. It's just that the flowers can't resist the cold. In the spring rain, it is still endless cold, wrapped in thick winter clothes, and the trousers of shoes and socks wet by rain can't be dried for a long time, and they stick to the skin like a flood, which always makes people feel frozen.

Winter can also give people psychological warm sunshine. Such a day is definitely hard to meet. The gloomy sky is not only cold, but also cold. At this time, the hope that spring should have bred is like the longest waiting night before dawn. In this way, it is testing the last patience.

Autumn rain comes just in time. A rain came and washed away the summer heat, which was refreshing. From the end of August, sometimes the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed off and on.

Autumn rain is cold, but this kind of cold is different from that in spring. Instead, it is getting more and more comfortable and happy. You can play barefoot in the rain. Even if you wet your trouser legs and water them, you don't have to worry about the freezing cold. It's getting cold, just add a dress. When the light clothes are just right, the rain should stop, and it is very comfortable from hot summer to early autumn.

Taking advantage of rain after rain, the green leaves on the tree gradually turn yellow and fall. In the lush green that lasted all summer, some other colors were added, which also enriched the monotonous mountain, which annoyed the eyes of the mountain and gave some new visual experiences.

Pools of water have accumulated on the ground, and fallen leaves occasionally float on the water. As the waves rippled, they fluctuated and stood still, leaning against the pool and stopping to wither into dust.

This year, with the rain, it is time to enter the countdown. The days after the rain always seem short, and there is no time to do anything at all. We should prepare for the new year, bid farewell to the old days and welcome the new year. The rain this season is like a comma this year. Draw it, and it's not far from the full stop.

I have been away from home for many years. I have never felt so homesick before, but as I grew older, I aroused my thoughts on an ordinary rainy day.

Sometimes I think, what do I miss in my hometown, the memory, the youth, or the stories and people in the rain?

In the unknown answer, my heart laments: hometown, or the place I can't go back!