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Think that the sky is the most beautiful, because there are angel wings; I always feel that I am the most beautiful, because I have shiny dancing shoes; I always think that nature is the most beautiful, because there is a beautiful music played by rain ... it's childish to rain!

I like listening to the sound of rain, like walking in the rain, and I like growing up with the unpredictable rain ... it's innocent and good! Most people hate rain, because rainy days always make people sad. In movies, at the moment of those tragedies, rain is always accompanied by tears. Is the sky sad for those poor people? Over time, rain has become synonymous with sadness. But I like the rain, and I appreciate it. Rain, what a short life, heaven and earth, but only a short moment, everything is like second time around, fragmented. It is the fading of the rain again. I like rain. It seems to come just for landing, so sad. ...

"Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently", the rain is still so lovely and unknown, falling on the petals, as if the swallow fluttered its wings at first; It glides across the grass like a free and easy poem. I think, at this moment, how happy farmers should be ... when it rains, it is sunny!

The sultry summer night makes people feel a little anxious and difficult to sleep. Suddenly, a little raindrop played a movement, just like a few quivering stars on the dark night curtain. If not, tick-tock, "Little baby, go to sleep quickly, the night has come ..." The gentle cradle in the wind and rain will accompany you to sleep, reminding people that "this song should only be in the sky, and it is rare to smell it on earth!" No one can stop the dream. Unconsciously, a naughty light climbed up the window and it was dawn. Open the window and take a deep breath. It's so fresh and sweet ... sunny and rainy!

Rain is an angel's tears and a pure heart. It is the most unique detergent in the world. A person who likes rain not only sees the purity of rain, but also understands the beauty of rain. It's raining, innocent ...

It's sunny when it rains! There is no season, not even a reason.

Beautiful rain, isn't it? I have always liked its elegance, detachment and faint bitterness. So I quietly guessed, is it a fairy? Just to purify the world and bless everything. ...

Chunyu is a quiet little girl, floating quietly. The poet Du Fu has a poem "Good rain knows the season". On such a spring night, you just need to calm down, make a cup of green tea and start painting: the earth is a good rice paper, and the spring rain is a pen dipped in green. Just gently, the green will faint, faint ... with the sound of falling rain and unearthed seedlings, a gentle "Spring River Flower" is what a beautiful realm!

Yu Xia is like a naughty boy. If you don't pay attention, it jumps all the way and plays very noisy. It "crackles" on everything that can make sound, and then "pops" on the window glass, as if to remind you: pay attention, a wonderful rock music is about to begin! Then you will hear a beautiful melody. In order to light up the venue of the performance, lightning is also invited from time to time to join in the fun. At that moment, the night is like day, and you will see thousands of musicians playing their notes in an orderly way. Before I came to my senses, one muffled thunder rolled in from a distance to listen to this most outstanding movement. A whole summer night, you can revel in this thrilling note with Wu Bi Cuizhu, and the sonorous melody is so beautiful that people have a boiling passion.

In autumn, the rain will be golden. Listening to the golden rain, everything became silent. From this golden rain, I seem to hear the sound of gongs and drums celebrating the harvest. In the golden rain, farmers harvested rice, teachers harvested hope, and I also harvested beautiful feelings.

Winter rain is gentle and gentle, falling unhurriedly, melting ice and snow; It falls slowly and washes away the dirt; It landed slowly, ready for the arrival of spring. Listen to the sound of winter rain outside the window. This is obviously the prelude to spring. What a beautiful melody!

Rainy days are the sounds of nature brought to you by elves. She will let you have the purest and most beautiful mind and enjoy the endless fun she brings you!

It's sunny when it rains!

I can't understand the happiness of "good rain knows the season", I can't think of the sadness of "fireworks, spring rain and fine weather", and I can't get rid of the sad taste of "autumn rain and evil", but I can't help being moved by the free and easy way of "young people listening to the rain pavilion upstairs, red candles are faint"

I like rain, especially spring rain. She has no majesty of summer rain, no melancholy of autumn rain, no biting of winter rain, but is gentle, soft and thin, giving people enjoyment and intoxicating. ...

Rain, falling, falling, gently hitting the ground, like a kind mother kissing her child, oblique rain left its own brilliant traces in the sky, in order to prove that it is so pure and beautiful. Happy people may not feel the melancholy of rain, but they seem to hide this melancholy in their hearts to comfort future crying. Sad people may not feel the joy of splashing water, but they seem to regard this sweet heart as a happy memory.

I like rain, and I like listening to it, especially in the dark. The rain at night is a dark spirit and a tear in the sky. Listen, the ticking on the glass is told by the sky. Standing at the window, looking at the sky, looking at the sparse but not dazzling starlight, listening attentively and feeling attentively, you will find that ordinary rain is unusual, and there is a mystery behind transparent rain. It turns out that listening to the rain is also a kind of enjoyment. It turns out that rainy days are so beautiful!

I like rain, and I like watching it. Look at the delicacy of the spring rain and let everything in the world recover; Look at the heroic summer rain, so that everything in the world is thriving; Look at the free and easy autumn rain, which makes everything in the world fruitful; Seeing the cold winter rain makes the life of all things in the world stronger. Look at the transparency and purity of rain. Rain is like crystal, like pearl, and can't tolerate any impurities or flaws. In my opinion, men should be like rain. Since we came to this world, we should make contributions to society and others. He wants to make his limited life glow with infinite brilliance and purity like rain. So, if you can "understand" the rain, then you also learn how to be a man.

Oh, this rain is great. It's sunny when it rains!

Rain, falling, falling ... In this late autumn, the fallen leaves don't seem to welcome this cold rain. There is no bright light in the gap of the horizon, and the rain line is dense and oblique, intermittent. ...

"It's a rainy day. It's getting dark When will this nasty rain stop? " Without an umbrella in my hand, I hid under the eaves and complained. Complaining doesn't help at all. You see: there are ripples in the street depression, which are rapid and continuous. A few fallen leaves whirled in an arc in the rain, and the car whistle spread weakly ... I couldn't restrain my resentment any longer and rushed into the rain.

"If the weather is not beautiful, can this little thing still trap me?" Stepping on the splash, leaving a symphony of rain behind. "Hey, get out of the way!" Suddenly a pair of feet appeared in front of me, and my hand was placed in front of my forehead. But this man didn't respond. I looked up. It is a boy. His eyes are brighter in this rainy sky. He has an umbrella in his hand. It seems very big. "I saw you running in the rain far away without an umbrella. Shall I take you home? " The tone seems ridiculous. Rain falls under the umbrella, ice is on my face, and there is cold wind. "I don't know you. It'll be all right in a minute. Anyway, my clothes are wet. " Drop this sentence and rush into the autumn rain again. Although you are polite on the surface, you don't think so in your heart: who are you? I just think you look familiar. Why do you look like a bad person?

It is raining faster. The footsteps of the night are getting closer and closer.

"Kindness is like a donkey's liver and lungs, which is a bit sad!" An umbrella appeared on my head, and when I turned around, it was still him. I'm a little impatient and frowning, and I'm about to speak. He pushed me out with one hand and put his hand in my hand with the other. He smiled and said, "I'll lend you my umbrella." I don't know what to say, I just take a step back. He may know something, "maybe we will be in the same class or the same university in the future." I help you now, and you help me later. This is how friendship is established. " "Xie ..." I haven't finished two "Xie", he has stepped into the rain. The figure is getting more and more blurred.

The rain is still pounding the world, but I have stood under the umbrella. It seems that the rain outside the umbrella is no longer so cold, so icy, so urgent, and becomes slow and rhythmic.

Suddenly, the weather is getting warmer and the rain is getting warmer. My past help and unknown friendship have warmed my heart.

I believe that there is sincere friendship and sunny rainy days in the flower season of sixteen. On such a rainy day of friendship, be careful that the door is knocked down by the rain. Of course, you will say, "It's good to rain!" " "