A burst of rain, moisturize the ten thousand miles of wilderness,
a wisp of wind, wake up Su dike smoke willow.
The rain is the beginning of everything; it is the dyeing of new green, the weaving of spring colors.
Rain, is the warmth, is hope,
is an inch of love for ten thousand miles of light,
At this time, the spring rain knocked on the window sill, as if the deceased slowly returned.
Willow curls, flower eyes deep love, spring rain delicate,
fell on the eaves, fell in the eyes, fell in the misty space and time,
such as silk and bamboo strings, if the warm and beautiful jade, more like ink and paintings.
The lingering rain,
is the tears of the sky, or the earth's lovesickness?
Wandering in this shallow light,
The loneliness of the heart, the happiness of the people like a curtain.
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The rain is so thin that it drenches the sleeves of the clothes,
and blows the peach and pear, and the apricot blossom and the smoke and the rain.
It blew on the face, gentle and long,
fresh and elegant, it danced in the spring,
if a beautiful break.
Spring rain, under the cherished:
Rain hit the pear blossom deep closed door, forget the youth, miss youth.
Pear falling rain, sound slow; short paper, word love.
Time to cook the rain, pear blossom as snow, stained the windowsill,
The time is wasted, youth speeding,
so failed the years, but also wasted years.
The thought of love is like wine, drunken moonlight, but also drunken time,
Waiting is sweet sorrow, but also happy lines of poetry.
Spring rain, the rain is delicate:
Tianjie Xiaoyu moist as pasty, the color of the grass look close but no.
The drizzle is like crisp, misty rain, grass color into the curtain, sparse and sporadic.
The beauty of spring is more than a city full of willows and picturesque scenery.
Smoke and rain, new grass, green willow, the most is a year of good scenery.
Spring rain, under the bright:
Spring rain breaks the bridge people do not degree, the boat out of the willow shade.
Swallows flying, hovering play water, peach blossoms in full bloom, bright red like brocade,
Lake light and water color, broken bridge in the spring rain, the boat ferry,
The lake surface shimmering,
Willow shade of the boat out of the lake full of spring color.
The most beautiful encounter,
is the flower branch dipped in the water, the spring color like this, the boat leisurely.
Spring rain, brought the spirit, washed the dust,
sent a bright natural beauty.
Spring rain, under the lonely:
Beijing country for many years love all change, suddenly listen to the spring rain remember Jiangnan.
Spring rain, candlelight, single,
Sitting alone in the screen, remembering the scenery of the old familiar Jiangnan,
How many times, in the dream back to the hometown, back to the young time.
The spring rain, under the sad:
The swallows do not return to the spring evening, a Ting smoke rain apricot cold.
The sandbar is lonely and cold, and the apricot blossoms are cold.
The rain is long, but full of sadness.
The swallows are gone, and the rain and smoke are broken, and it is sad and desolate.
The scenery missed, can see again;
feelings lost, impossible to start again.
How many times can we start over in life?
The spring rain, under the leisure:
The spring tide with rain in the evening rush, the wild ferry no one boat from the cross.
The grasses are growing by the river, and the oriole is crying in the deep woods.
The spring tide is rising, the rain is dense, and there is no one at the ferry in the wilderness.
There is only a small boat leisurely crossing the water.
At this time, the heart like a lotus flower slowly open, roaming with the white clouds Ran volume,
Do not care about the Pinghu autumn and moon, and do not ask the mountains, rivers and stars,
Heart of the peach blossom, where is not between the clouds and water?
The spring rain, the rain is free:
Green Ruo hat, green straw raincoat, the wind and rain do not have to return.
The egrets fly, peach blossoms bloom, Siniperca chuatsi fish fat,
Wearing a straw raincoat, wearing a straw raincoat, happy fishing.
The wind and the rain, so comfortable, why need to go home,
Borrow a queer time, free and easy, gallop for thousands of miles.
Spring rain, under the idle sadness:
Wet clouds indifferent rain like silk, flowers full of butterflies in the West Garden unknown.
Wet clouds indifferent, falling rain silk, flowers full of butterflies unknown.
Just like the verse:
The mountain has wood and the tree has branches. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
Flowers bloom like a dream, the rain falls darkly,
Crush, is a person's story,
The words are full of love.
Spring rain, under the deep love:
The east wind suddenly rose poplar dance, more as the heart of the lotus ten thousand points of sound.
After the rain, willow, lotus heart point,
is the spring, sent a message, the deep call,
The rain, is warm, is clean, is bright,
is cold mountain thin water on a branch of spring color,
is a million miles of limpid mirror on the flow of years.
Spring rain, the rain is quiet:
Fine rain wet clothes can not see, idle flowers fall to the ground to hear no sound.
The rain fell, wet lapel, idle flowers silent, quiet as the sound of the heart.
Some stories, under the quiet years,
Some moods, handed over to the wet ticking sound.
Heart to heart, just a drop of rain distance,
Love and not love, just a look of convergence.
Spring rain, under the parting:
Yi Weicheng morning rain light dust, the guest house green willow color new.
The rain is heavy, the air is fresh, the hostel is more verdant,
I don't know this goodbye,
Is it a goodbye or a stranger's reunion,
I advise you to finish a glass of wine, the west is out of the Yangguan no old man,
I wish the rest of my life, you are well, I am also safe and sound.
The spring rain is nostalgic:
Don't think of the old country, and try the new tea with the new fire.
Poetry and wine take advantage of the years.
A rain, awakening the seeds of homesickness,
The mountains are high and the water is far away, thousands of miles where the hometown,
Acacia is a cup of tea, only under the eyebrow, but on the heart.
The spring rain, under the sadness:
The small building one night to listen to the spring rain, deep alleys tomorrow sell apricot blossoms.
The taste of the world is like a thin veil, into the world of dyeing prosperity,
A night of spring rain pattering and ticking, a sadness nowhere to rest.
Life is like an empty space, the rise and fall of the years is like a dream,
The heart has a thousand knots of sorrow, the apricot blossom scattered petal love.
The spring rain, under the love:
Self-contained flowers light as a dream, boundless silk rain fine as sorrow.
The flying flowers are like dreams, and the rain is like sorrow,
The thoughts are like weaving, and the heart is in a state of mourning.
The spring flowers will bloom, people will see, the love has not been broken.
The spring rain, falling in the heart, turned into countless thoughts!