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Beautiful short sentences describing spring rain

1, the spring rain is falling, and the thin rain threads are woven into a huge net, hanging from the clouds to the ground. The dark mountains in the distance, the branches of pink peach blossoms, green willows and soft willows in the vicinity are all shrouded in this boundless net.

2. In the misty spring rain, all the buildings were washed, standing quietly in the rain and fog, enjoying the wonderful scenery.

3. The spring rain melts into the river and slowly flows into the eager fields. Look at the thin rain, as if it were gone, how can we satisfy the long-awaited seedlings?

4, the sound of rain, such as the morning breeze blowing across the grass, such as the moonlight breeze stroking the lotus pond, rhythmic, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes slow and sometimes fast, you may wish to listen, that is the whisper of the breeze stroking the weeping willow.

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.

6. The spring rain woke everything up. After a long winter's sleep, the wheat seedlings stretched themselves. Heroically breathing the breath of spring, sucking the hard-won rain.

7, the spring rain is like silk, drizzling. In this charming scene, I seem to be a drop of rain.

8. In the sound of rain, every leaf, grass and 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.

9. In Spring Rain, there is also the scene of "the fallen flower is independent and the swift is Qi Fei" in Yan Ci. In the drizzle, the woman who stood silently looked at the whispering swallow with a hint of shallow concern and ripples.

10, spring thunder, spring rain arrival, falling underground, rain like smoke powder. Wheat seedlings and newly blooming flowers in weeping willow fields by the river are gently shaken in water mist and broken rain.