Flowers bloom after rain

The sentence about flowers after rain is as follows:

1. When raindrops fall into the pool, they draw notes on the water. These notes are circles where raindrops hit the water.

The rain in Tianshan Mountain is unusual. It lasts for two or three days at a time, like cow hair, like embroidery needles, like thin threads, woven in a dense diagonal way. She is wearing a new green dress.

3, drizzle, quietly falling, like countless silkworms spit out silver. Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, are fascinated by long veils, covering black oil fields.

4. With the sound of spring thunder, the spring rain, which is as expensive as oil, also dripped down, and all over the mountains and plains were shrouded in the rain and fog like gauze, fresh and humid, picturesque.

In the early morning of the spring rain, after several weak spring thunder, it began to rain for the first time since the beginning of spring. The lines hung slowly in the twilight sky.

6. Naughty raindrops hit the river like steel balls dropped by someone, splashing high; Thick raindrops hit people's windows hard.

7. 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.

8. Spring rain washes away the remnants of winter, and everything wakes up under the blowing of spring breeze and grows under the nourishment of spring rain. What a magical spring rain. It's hazy and clear. It puts a veil on everything, and it washes everything fresh and bright. My mood seems to have been washed and polished by rain, and a clear and cheerful feeling is growing.

9. Spring rain comes from the sky, soil comes from the ground, and I come from the call of spring rain music. The spring rain carefully watered the earth, so the willows were green, the peach blossoms were blooming, the birds were singing, everything woke up under the spring breeze and grew under the nourishment of the spring rain, just as the ancient poem said: the rain in the sky moistened like crisp, and the grass in the distance was near.

10 through the misty spring yarn woven by soft rain silk, I looked at the pedestrians who took shelter from the rain in a hurry with umbrellas and couldn't help thinking: Why do you want to hide? Let our body and mind feel the coolness brought by this spring rain together. So I put away my umbrella and walked into the rain. Tiny raindrops hit me, and I didn't feel cold at all, only a kind and fresh feeling.