A drizzle poem

On the small building in the desert of Huanxisha [Song] Qin Guanyuan's original translation contrasts with the small building in the desert. Silver hooligans are like poor autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint.

Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.

Author: Du Fu (Tang) knows the season when it rains, and when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Drinking rain after the Qing Dynasty in the lake. Second author: Su Shi

The water is bright and clear,

It's rainy in the mountains.

In order to compare the West Lake with the West Lake,

Light makeup is always appropriate.

Autumn Night in the Mountain Author: Wang Wei (Tang) stands in the autumn night after the rain. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Luanjiase Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Wang Wei autumn rain rustling, shallow stones sliding.

The jumping waves splashed each other, and the egret was shocked.

Autumn Night Sleeping Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Bai Juyi three autumn nights are cool, an old man is at ease.

After lights out, sleep in the beautiful rain.

Grey thermos flask, fragrant warm quilt.

The sun is shining, it is freezing, and the frost leaves are full of red.

"Summer Miscellaneous Poems" Dynasty: Qing Dynasty | Author: Chen Wenshu's water window is low and the painting column is open, and the pillow is thin and jade. One night, the rain became a dream, and Qiu Lai was given a lotus leaf.

Chu and Qing dynasties drinking water on the lake after the rain: Song Dynasty | Author: Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, the mountains are empty and rainy.

If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.

Extended reading: poems and ancient poems describing rain

Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain. _ _ _ _ Li He's Quotations from Li Ping

Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night? _ _ _ _ He Zhu "Half-dead child, crossing Nagato again, everything is wrong"

Autumn wind blows in Jiangcun, and it is dusk. Lonely phoenix trees don't open the door at night. _ _ _ _ Gu Cai's Meet You Happy Autumn Wind Blowing Jiangcun.

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Two Poems Drinking Rain on Lake Chuqing (Part Two)

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning. _ _ _ _ Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an

Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Collection of Storms, Don't Listen to the Beating of Leaves Through the Forest

Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's Love for Snail Pavilion, Message for Cui Zhou'

One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao. _ _ _ _ Wang Jian's Rain in the Mountain Village

The wind makes the oriole grow up in spring, the summer rain makes the plums plump, and the dense noon trees give the ground a round shade. _ _ _ _ Zhou Bangyan's "Man Fang Ting, Xia Lishui has no desire to do mountain work"

The water is connected, as if the trees on both sides of the river extend into the endless distance, and the dark clouds with rain buried half the mountain. _ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's Partridge Day, Giving People away

The clouds have gone, the wind and rain have stopped, the weather is just right, and the sun shines on the lake to form a reflection, which has a warm feeling. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's South Lake in Early Spring

The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. _ _ _ _ Li Yu's The Sand Waves Clap the Curtain and the Rain Ripps.

* * * Sleep for Agger to listen to the autumn rain, and the small basket is light and cold. _ _ _ _ Zhu Yizun's Gui Dianqiu Thinking of the Past

When it rains in the lotus pond, it is autumn. _ _ _ _ Xiang Hongwei's Qing Ping Le, Cool on the Pool

It was raining on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving. _ _ _ _ Zhou Zizhi's partridge day, when a little residual red is about to run out.

The drizzle and oblique wind made Han Xiao. Light smoke clears the beach. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Huanxisha Yuanfeng travels to Nanshan from Liu Shu in Sizhou" 20071February 24th.

The catkins are light and the pears are sunny. _ _ _ _ Xie Yi's "Tread on the sand, catkins are light"

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. _ _ _ _ Zhinan's quatrains

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold. _ _ _ _ Liu Yong's "Klang Ganzhou, Rain on the River at Dusk"

The wind and rain darkened the sky and the cock crowed outside the window. _ _ _ _ Anonymous storm

Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. _ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's Dream, Last Night's Storm "

March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. _ _ _ _ Ouyang Xiu How Deep is the Courtyard

On the third night, the bitter rain will eventually clear up. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Night Crossing the Sea on June 20th

Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. _ _ _ _ Wen's "The Leaking Jade Furnace Fragrance"

When I climbed the steps of the temple and sat down, there was a field soaked in rain. The rain made the branches and leaves of banana rough and the mountain was more beautiful. _ _ _ _ Han Yu's Rock and Roll

Wind and rain worry about flowers. After the storm, the flowers should have a rest. _ _ _ _ Zhao Bingwen's "Qing Xing Er, Wind and rain are flowers"

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. _ _ _ _ Zhang's "Fishing Songs, Egrets Fly in Front of the Cisse Mountain"

How easy it is to read with a pillow, and the scenery is better before the rain. _ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's "Pass the Huanxisha, get sick, laugh at my temples"

The light thunder fell all night, and the frivolous tiles were uneven. _ _ _ _ Spring Day of Qin Guan

I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will get deeper when it clears up in summer. _ _ _ _ Fan Chengda's Xi Qing

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

The house in Pingshan looks from a distance. After the autumn rain, the clear river sets off the clear blue sky. _ _ _ _ Fang Yue's "Water Tune Song Tou Ping Shan Tang uses Dongpo Rhyme"

Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Drunk Book on Looking at the Lake Building, June 27

How much is an inch of tenderness? Thin pillow, dream back to peace, drizzle in the morning. _ _ _ _ Hui Hong's Jade Case, Silk Huai Changting Road

Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. _ _ _ _ Li Yu's Meeting Lin Huanhua and Xie Chunhong

The spring water is greener than the sky, and tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. _ _ _ _ Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man Everyone Says Jiangnan is Good"

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. _ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon Walking the Huangsha Road at Night

Miss dusk. Rain hits pear and closes the door. _ _ _ _ Li Zhongyuan recalled Wang Sun's spring poems.

Is this body a poet? Riding a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle. _ _ _ _ The rain of Lu You's Jianmen Road

The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's Yi Xian

Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free. It rained at dusk. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Qingquan Temple Huanxi Sand Tour

A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. _ _ _ _ Wen's "The Leaking Jade Furnace Fragrance"

In full of green, a large area of water west of Jinjiang, litchi on the hillside ripens after rain. _ _ _ _ Zhang Ji's Chengdu Qu

Climbing up the stairs and looking into the distance, rain and raindrops spilled, and the sky was near dusk. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "Walking on the Shahe River, There is no wave in the blue sea"

The cold rain entered Wu day and night, and it was lonely to see Fujian. _ _ _ _ Wang Changling's two poems "Don't be Xin Jian in Furong Inn"

Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms. _ _ _ _ Dai Shulun's Su Xi Pavilion

Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

The wind and clouds are surging, and it is sunny and rainy. No wonder spring worries are supplemented in detail. _ _ _ _ Nalanxingde's "Red Dates, Wind Dripping"

Looking forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival every year, it is foggy and rainy every year. _ _ _ _ Once upon a time, the moonlight was beautiful from August 14 to 16 nights.

Anger rushes to the crown, rain falls on the railing. _ _ _ _ Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong writes Huai"

The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "On the Jade Pagoda, Spring Hate"

The hibiscus flowers beside the moat are swaying in the sudden wind, and the oblique rain is beating the vines on the wall. _ _ _ _ Liu Zongyuan's "Climbing Liuzhou Tower and Sending May to Seal Four States"

A spring rain has added a lot of flowers to the mountain road, and the flowers are swaying in the wind, bringing a breath of spring to the mountain. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's "Many things grind, songs in dreams"

Clouds collect rain and add waves, buildings are high and water-cooled and melons are sweet, and trees are shaded and eaves are painted. _ _ _ _ Bai Pu's "Clear Summer"

Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Eight Guards for Chu Shi

The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's Untitled Misty Rain Blows from the East

Drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence. _ _ _ _ Liu Changqing's "Don't Say a Poem"

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains

Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny. _ _ _ _ Two Zhi Zhu Poems by Liu Yuxi (I)

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. _ _ _ _ Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's Cheng Wei Qu/Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi

It's cloudy and drizzling. Return to the DPRK at dusk. _ _ _ _ Shi Xiaoyou's "Beautiful, cloudy, light rain"

Mountains and rivers are far away, and falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu "Huanxisha has always been a limited body"

The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. _ _ _ _ April in rural Weng Juan

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. _ _ _ _ Han Yu's "Early Spring is a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs/Early Spring Rain/Early Spring"

The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang. _ _ _ _ Xu Hun's Night View of Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building/West Gate

Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Drunk Book on Looking at the Lake Building, June 27

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! _ _ _ _ Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn"

After the rain is over, the wine wakes the lonely pillow geese. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's Late Autumn in Qi 'an County

Wild fruits in the mountains fall in the autumn rain, and insects on the grass whisper to the lights. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's Sitting Alone in Autumn Night/Reading in Winter Night

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's Short Message to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. _ _ _ _ Lu You's November 4th storm.

Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's Lonely Cold Building in Huanxisha

Qiuniangdu and Tainiangqiao, the wind is fluttering and the rain is whispering. _ _ _ _ Jie Jiang's "Cutting the Plums and Crossing the Wujiang River"

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. _ _ _ _ Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.

Lushan Mountain is misty, rainy and tidal, so don't hate it. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Lushan Mountain misty rain and Zhejiang tide

In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset. _ _ _ _ Du Mu wrote "Your Excellency, Shui Ge, Kaiyuan Temple, Xuanzhou, Dweller of Jiaxi in West Anhui"

Send wine to Chunchun in silence. It rained at dusk. _ _ _ _ Zhu's "Flowers Coming to Spring"

Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. _ _ _ _ Zhao Shixiu's "Appointment/Appointment"

One night, the rain became a dream, and Qiu Lai was given a lotus leaf. _ _ _ _ Chen Wenshu's summer poems

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. _ _ _ _ Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"

The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds of the Six Dynasties are singing. _ _ _ _ Wei Zhuang's Taicheng

Teenagers listen to the rain and sing upstairs. The red candle is weak. _ _ _ _ The young mermaid in Jie Jiang listened to the rain.

Three points of spring, two points of sadness, one point of wind and rain. _ _ _ _ Ye's "Why Stay"

There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by. _ _ _ _ In the Mountains by Wang Wei

In April of early summer, the weather was sunny and warm, and it cleared up after a rain. After the rain, the mountains were greener and more pleasant, and the mountains in the south became clearer. _ _ _ _ Sima Guang's "Early Summer in the Guest"

The sand road between pine forests is clean and mud-free, and it is raining at dusk. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Qingquan Temple Huanxi Sand Tour

Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Partridge Sky, Forest Intermittent Mountain, Hidden Bamboo Wall

Warm rain, sunny wind, the beginning of breaking ice, the eyes of willow leaves and the cheeks of plum all feel the heart of spring. _ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's "Liang Zhu, Warm Rain, Clear Wind, Break the Frozen First"

The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. _ _ _ _ Jing Li's "Paving Huanxi Sand and Selling Fragrant Leaves"

The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. _ _ _ _ Tang Wan's "Chai Toufeng, the world is thin"

Unexpectedly, at the end of the year, Iraqis are like dark clouds, and they don't know where to go. _ _ _ _ Yan's "Linjiangxian's first look at the grass-fighting steps"

Move the boat. Not a new sentence. An inkstone pear flower rain. _ _ _ _ Zhou Jin's "Dianjiang Lip Visiting Moucun Cuo Nanyi Fishing Hidden"

It was drizzling, and the fish jumped out of the water happily; The breeze is blowing gently, and the swallows slant across the sky. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Two Poems on Water Threshold"

There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's Spring Rain

Spring leaves in the storm; With the snow, it came back. _ _ _ _ * * "Yongmei Operator"

Rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door, forgetting youth and missing it. _ _ _ _ Tang Yin's "A plum, a rain, a pear flower, a deep door"

Extended reading: a classic aesthetic sentence describing misty rain

Spring rain is a wonderful symphony. As the spring breeze falls on the rain door, there is only "pa … pa!" " Sound; Fell on the stone and sang "pa ... pa!" This song; Fall under the eaves and say "Dong ..." The sound of musical instruments, these sounds together, even Beethoven and Liszt are full of praise, will call Chun Yu their teacher, is a great musician of nature.

The spring rain drops slowly, falling like countless fine needles and sprinkling 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!

The spring rain is so noisy! Birds chirp from the treetops to the eaves, and then fly noisily from the eaves to the telephone poles. You say I shout to convey the joy that the spring rain brings to them. With the breeze, the young trees stretched their waists and danced bright yellow and green skirts. The willow trees beside them shook their long hair and sang "Hua Hua" songs, telling each other the joy and joy brought by this spring rain!

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

The rain stopped and I came to the park. The park is very fresh, and the willows grow green buds, swaying slim figure in the breeze. There are still crystal dew hanging under the branches, which are crumbling, and the willows grow stronger under the moisture of spring rain; 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.

Spring rain is a wonderful symphony. As the spring breeze falls on the rain door, there is only "pa … pa!" " Sound; Fell on the stone and sang "pa ... pa!" This song; Fall on the eaves and say, "Knock ... Knock!" The sound of musical instruments, these sounds together, even Beethoven and Liszt are full of praise, will call Chun Yu their teacher, is a great musician of nature.

The spring rain came to the grass. Spring rain, like a painter, dyed clumps of grass green, painted a tree green and turned flowers red. The grass is thriving, but the spring rain seems to be wanting more, and suddenly it becomes a designer, inlaid with glittering pearls on the budding flowers. Flowers are swaying in the spring breeze, swaying, just like a girl's light song and dance, and the air is still there.

The spring rain came to the stream, which was still sleeping. The stream flows quietly, and everything seems quiet and peaceful. But Chun Yu is a lively advocate. It attracts the spring breeze and awakens the stream. The stream woke up and the tune suddenly became cheerful. It is like a singer of nature, singing crisp and pleasant songs and rushing forward. Spring rain joins in and plays the hymn of spring with the stream.

The spring rain came to the grass. Spring rain, like a painter, dyed clumps of grass green, painted a tree green and turned flowers red. The grass is thriving, but the spring rain seems to be wanting more, and suddenly it becomes a designer, inlaid with glittering pearls on the budding flowers. Flowers are swaying in the spring breeze, swaying, just like a girl's light song and dance, and the air is still there.

Through the glass window, you can see that the rain is falling on the opposite roof, and then it becomes a sparkling rain bead and falls quickly along the tiles, just like a broken bead. Could it be that Miss Chun came down to earth and scattered on earth? Or the fairy in the sky accidentally lost her beloved pearl necklace ... Everything revived, and they were washed spotless by the rain, which made them look particularly beautiful.

It's raining, and a drop of rain falls from the sky. Rain whirled on the roof and fell from the eaves. Mother earth sucks the spring rain, and the flowers are straight. The spring rain brought joy to the earth.

The spring rain is so noisy! Birds chirp from the treetops to the eaves, and then fly noisily from the eaves to the telephone poles. You say I shout to convey the joy that the spring rain brings to them. With the breeze, the young trees stretched their waists and danced bright yellow and green skirts. The willow trees beside them shook their long hair and sang "Hua Hua" songs, telling each other the joy and joy brought by this spring rain!

Silk rain fell from the sky, the raindrops were so small and the rain curtain was so dense that the mountains were covered with white gauze like cicadas.

The spring rain is continuous, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally.

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.

Listen! The rain dripped on the roof, just like percussion. When the rain falls on the pond, it sings "Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Water, dancing like a girl with water.

Spring rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, and you can't hear the ticking sound or feel the dripping of rain. It just feels like wet smoke, with no shape and noise, which gently moistens the earth and people's hearts.

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.

In February and March, the breeze was blowing gently and the drizzle fell from the sky.

Raindrops, like broken beads, drop by drop fall on the puddle formed by rain. The spring rain dyed the mountains green, the water green and the stone path green.

The flooded river overflows the red dust, slides down on the desolate plateau, rolls down along the spirituality of water, passes through the eyes of music and turns into dripping spring rain.

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.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky and it rained cats and dogs in an instant.

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.

Spring rain falls slowly, like a wisp of silk falling to the earth. Oh! That's Miss Chun's sweat dripping in a hurry. It quietly moistens the fertile soil and gently awakens the sleeping grass doll. The grass woke up, stretched, drilled out of the land and dyed the earth green. Spring rain is like a warm hand, caressing the grass doll like a loving mother, and the earth is greener and greener.

Spring rain is falling, with the spring breeze. The spring rain is sparse, dense and gray, and the houses with big trees and mountains in the distance are hazy, just like being immersed in a mist. Spring rain, like fog and non-fog, like line and non-line, like tangible and intangible ... From a distance, misty spring rain floats in mid-air like silk. Looking closely, it looks like petals sown by the goddess, dripping on trees and houses on the ground, rustling sand on the green grass, thirsty for a winter, and the earth opens its green mouth and greedily sucks the sweet rain.

The rain in Tianshan Mountain is unusual. It lasts for two or three days at a time, like ox hair, like embroidery needle, like fine thread, densely woven diagonally, and she is wearing a new green dress dyed blue.

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.

On the leaves and petals, there are crystal beads. Looking closely, the water drops seem to blend heaven and earth. The earth is greener and the sky is bluer. When the sun shines on the water droplets, the water droplets twinkle like little stars ... where the spring rain falls, it is full of vitality. It is really "good rain knows the season, when spring comes." Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. "

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.

Raindrops, like broken beads, drop by drop fall on the puddle formed by rain. The spring rain dyed the mountains green, the water green and the stone path green.

It's raining, and a drop of rain falls from the sky. Rain whirled on the roof and fell from the eaves. Mother earth sucks the spring rain, and the flowers are straight. The spring rain brought joy to the earth.

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

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

In the early morning, 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. In a short time, the scenery near and far was shrouded in mist and rain. After breakfast, although the rain didn't stop, it didn't rain again, and it was still dripping. I picked up my umbrella and walked out of the house.

The drizzle is like silk. Through the silver lines, I can see the landscape trees in the distance ... vaguely, like a shy girl wearing a silver veil. She came to people with a sweet smile. Tall and straight green trees, tender grass and delicate flowers are all enjoying the moisture of this spring rain. The raindrops are crystal clear, and the petals knocked down by the rain float lightly in the water like a boat.

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

The spring rain is really good! As thin as ox hair, as thin as silver thread, as if the wind could blow it away. Soon, people's roofs were covered with a layer of white smoke. Reaching for it, there is no rain at all. I only feel that the coolness sneaks into my heart and spleen from my fingertips, giving people an itchy, refreshing and comfortable feeling. It was really a spring rain that sneaked into my heart with the wind.

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.

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. Small raindrops hit me, not feeling cold at all, only a kind and fresh feeling.

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.

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.

Spring rain is as thin as spun silk, like a kind of wet smoke, which moistens the earth gently, without shape and noise.

The spring rain dyed the peach blossoms red, bleached the catkins, dyed the peaks green and dyed the seedbeds green. I didn't expect spring to be so full and brilliant. It seems to have released all the hidden emotions in winter.

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.

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.

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, as if it released all the emotions contained in winter.

Spring rain falls slowly, like a wisp of silk falling to the earth. Oh! That's Miss Chun's sweat dripping in a hurry. It quietly moistens the fertile soil and gently awakens the sleeping grass doll. The grass woke up, stretched, drilled out of the land and dyed the earth green. Spring rain is like a warm hand, caressing the grass doll like a loving mother, and the earth is greener and greener.

The spring rain is really good! As thin as ox hair, as thin as silver thread, as if the wind could blow it away. Soon, people's roofs were covered with a layer of white smoke. Reaching for it, there is no rain at all. I only feel that the coolness sneaks into my heart and spleen from my fingertips, giving people an itchy, refreshing and comfortable feeling. It was really a spring rain that sneaked into my heart with the wind.

I was fascinated by it, and it was raining. You see, the rain will become magic: for a while, it looks like cow hair, for a while, it looks like silk, for a while, it looks like broken beads ... This rain is as light as a fallen leaf and as thin as a needle tip, string by string, string by string, gently falling on the street and in people's hearts. 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.

Raindrops are like pearls, sprinkled on the river in handfuls, and the calm water ripples. The clever fish jumped out of the water, as if to suck the crystal drops.

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.

The air is filled with rain and fog, and the beads of rain string into a big curtain, covering everything like a cloud. Happy little swallow wears it everywhere, trying to cut the rain curtain with its tail. ...

Spring rain falls on every corner like countless fine needles. I looked at the misty filaments outside the window and the countless endless peaks there, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in the rain there!

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

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.

The spring rain came to the sleeping stream, and everything was quiet and peaceful. But the spring rain is a lively advocate, which attracts the spring breeze to wake up the stream "Hua La". When the stream woke up, the tune suddenly became cheerful. Just like the singer of nature singing a crisp and sweet song, the spring rain joins in and plays the hymn of spring with the stream.

Spring rain washes away the remnants of winter, and everything wakes up under the spring breeze and grows under the nourishment of spring rain. What a magical spring rain. Both hazy and clear. It covers everything with an ethereal gauze and washes everything fresh and bright. My mood seems to have been washed and polished by rain, and a clear and cheerful feeling is growing.

The air is filled with rain and fog, and the beads of rain string into a big curtain, covering everything like a cloud. Happy little swallow wears it everywhere, trying to cut the rain curtain with its tail. ...

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.

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.

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.

The spring rain is falling quietly, accompanied by the warm spring breeze, driving away the remnants of the winter, putting on the costumes for the spring girl and bringing hope to people.