A flash of lightning, white bright rain followed by the fall, smashed on the black tile, tick tock; smashed in the pond, floating strings of water bubbles.
A moment later, the thick raindrops fell, hitting the glass window bla bla bla.
At that moment, the raindrops formed a line, and with a crash, the rain poured down from the sky as if the sky had collapsed.
A straw raincoat is a good way to make a living, and there is no rain or wind.
The rain is like ten thousand silver threads floating down from the sky, and the eaves of the house fall in rows of water droplets, like beautiful pearl curtains.
The rain sprinkled down, and the leaves of all kinds of flowers and plants condensed with a crystal water droplet.
The rain flowed down the eaves of the house, which began to look like broken beads, and gradually connected into a line. The water on the ground became more and more, merging into a small stream.
The rain flowed slowly down the eaves of the house, starting as a drop and gradually forming a thin line.
The rain fell incessantly, like a curtain hanging outside the window.
At this time, the sound of thunder, rain and wind stirred together, it was really terrible, as if the sky was about to fall.
Only the angry waves of the North Sea rolled and roared and rushed. The sudden rain lashed the ground, and the rain flew and splashed the water, confused eddy.
In the blink of an eye, the sound of the rain became a roar, and the sky opened up like countless mouths, and the torrential rain became a waterfall, pouring down towards the earth.
Only the North Sea rolled and roared. The rain was pounding the ground, and the water was splashing, and the water was confused and eddied.
The weather outside the window is like your changing expression.
Outside the window is drizzling rain, drops of drizzle, as if accompanied by a small dance, I can not help but be seduced by the world outside the window.
Spring rain, like cow hair, like flower needles, like fine silk, densely woven diagonally.
Lightning moved from the sky to the zenith, thunder sounded from far away to near, and in a short while, the rain blazed down.
What a magical spring rain. It is hazy and clear. It puts a misty veil on everything, and it washes everything fresh and bright. My mood also seems to be cleaned and polished by the rain, a bright and cheerful feeling is growing.
The whole world is like a just-born baby, as if everything is restarted, the tree is new, new green buds full of branches; grass is new, new delicate and weak; flowers are new, new and budding. Even the mood is new, the heart only a refreshing and pleasant feeling.
The wind is chasing the rain, the rain is chasing the wind, the wind and the rain are united to chase the dark clouds in the sky, and the whole heaven and earth are in the rain.
The cold cicadas are mournful. The first break in the rain was in the evening at the Long Pavilion.
The cold rain is coming into Wu at night, and it is lonely in the mountains of Chu to see off the guests in the evening.
A few dashing spring rains, the mountain green, water green, the bubbling flow of a stream under the mountain, more and more turbulent and beautiful up.
The wind rolled with the rainstorm like countless whips, and fiercely to the glass window.
The wind was blowing in the air, and the rain was pouring down *** with a natural painting.
The thunder sounded, and the rain kept falling like broken beads.
Fierce and sudden, struggling and intensifying, all present in this gale and rainstorm! Sudden advent! Venting! Stomping and jumping! Spinning like a storm, spinning like a rainstorm, footsteps like heavy raindrops splashing down on the ground
Sheer spring rains colored the earth green, and soft spring breezes ironed the river warm.
Behind the scenes came a booming drum that was thunder, which, like a faithful follower of lightning, rushed at it and shouted at us as if to tell us to listen well to the cries of nature.
That downpour stopped soon, because it was sandy soil, and once the rain stopped, the road was pedestrianizable. I ran to the head of the village to look, a rainbow hanging in the sky, beautiful. Everywhere the water gurgling, the sound of frogs in the distance intertwined.
Angry hair, the dashing rain on the fence.
Autumn rain such as smoke and mist, noiselessly sprinkled in the open space on the pile of rubble in the withered leaves, rain is like the Yellow River water in the sky, rushing horizontally, like the waves, like the waves, although not as big as the tide of the Qiantang River, but also ferociously incomparable; rain is also like a transparent cloth, the wind blew, up countless traces of ripples, by the lightning flash of bright flash of white flowers, it is very nice to see.
Autumn rain rustling down, it is playing. Played a piece of yellow rice paddies, played a red maple tree, played the gold everywhere, played a symbol of maturity and harvest of autumn colors.
Autumn rain like a shy little girl, always with slow steps, late. When she comes, she may bring a coat of autumn wind, rain through the joy of the harvest, secretly hiding in the clouds, let the rain drops to the earth, watching the earth joy to accept the rain of moisture.
If you are the early spring rain, then you must learn to cherish; if you are the late fall rain, then you must learn to forget. Do not wait until the end, you then sentimental sentence: the wind, scraped out of the bones of the cold; heart, shaking off a land of bleak.
Suddenly a north wind blew, a dark cloud from the northern sky rushed over, also mixed with a lightning, a burst of thunder. In an instant, a gale of wind and dark clouds filled the sky, followed by bean-sized raindrops that beat down from the sky, snapping the windows. Another thunderbolt was deafening. In a flash the raindrops joined together in a line, and with a crash, the rain tilted down from the sky as if the sky had collapsed.
The naughty raindrops love to dance on the umbrellas.
As the breeze blew, the rain curtains slanted, like a thin thread running to the grass, trees, and walls.
My tears flow in my heart, learn to give up.
Spring beautiful sentence excerpts
Spring rain is continuous and soft, it nourishes the earth, caressing the earth, whispering to the earth, in the people do not know when they are quietly converged into a small river, accumulating into a deep pool. Ah, the original is the spring rain to bring green life to the pool.
Wind and rain always come together. Early spring, with a bit of cold wind, blew everything awake, the treetops green, the earth is green, even the platform of the towering buildings are also green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "The spring breeze greens the south bank of the river again." What a nice way to put it! But it's not just "green".
In the wind blowing, full of hills and slopes of wildflowers opened their eyes, one, two, a clump, two clumps ...... into a piece, converging into a sea. People face this blue, red, yellow ...... imposing sea of color, worry no more, atrophy no more. Thanks to the colors of spring to bring us upward strength and confidence.
And look at the spring sky. How the sky is also colorful, dazzling? Ah, that is the children flying kites. Under the blue sky and white clouds, a thousand kites fluttering freely, soaring, how to make people happy scene ah! Spring belongs to the children, the sky belongs to the children, however, they are not at the same time also trying to dress up the spring, add color to the spring?
However, if you bend down to scrutinize, you will find in the pleasing colors, there are scattered yellow, that is the traces left by the winter. You may sigh: "really beautiful ah!" Yes, looking at the several stems of broken limbs and arms, drooping grass, who will still have a good mood? However, you may want to peel off the yellow winter coat, you will have a new and strange discovery, hey! Inside is green! The original appearance of the yellow grass is also pregnant, pregnant with a more beautiful spring.
I finally understand why the colors of spring are so rich: it is the color pencils in the hands of the spring girl waved diligently; it is the childish children innocently dressed up; it is the neglected grass silently nurturing. Enjoy the spring colors of the pleasant people ah, you contribute to the colors of spring?
1, the rainy night seems to give the soul of everything, when the heart is fearful, it will feel that in front of the eyes, behind the back, all things are soulful; even a stake in front of the eyes, have become so bizarre.
2, rain sprinkled down, all kinds of flowers and plants on the leaves are condensed a crystal water droplets.
3, the night is deep, the rain pouring freely, in a noisy rain outside, there seems to be some kind of mystery in the wandering. Brace an old umbrella stepped into the rain, heavy wetness instantly sealed the whole body, strong rain pounded the umbrella cover, hold the umbrella handle hand unconsciously added force.
4. It rains because the sky can't bear its weight, just like tears because the heart can't bear its pain.
5, a number of years later, a rainy night dusk, rain curtain, rain pavilion, a woman holding an oil-paper umbrella, her hair shoulders, can only see the beautiful back, can not see the appearance.
6, want to listen to the sound of the rain, to search for a memory of a memory, want to listen to the sound of the rain, to peel off a layer of dust in the memory.
7, Dark clouds and lightning, wind and rainstorms, waves and sky, all erupted in flames and arrow light! Jet! Pouring! Break free!
8, the night began to decadence, and how deep the black, how beautiful that rain fell, how fragmented those sorrows, who saw, I stand in the lonely past, but no heart can be reincarnated.
9, like the desert wind, set off the dust has long been the case of the heart, and like the rain and thunder, flogging the heart empty, tears with the rain quenched disillusionment of the heart fire.
10, it rained again, not stopping the lightning and thunder like urging the dawn, I was not afraid, just thinking about the future of the thunderstorm night, how not to lose.
11, push the window and stare, that curtain of rain in the dark night and set off and down, the rain hit the banana ticking in the urgent piping strings gently chanting oh, like like chanting a song of eternal vivid, millennium immortal song of the ages, it is so mesmerizing fascination, sad and desperate!
12, the beautiful spring sowed the rain of sadness, the night I heard its voice silky, lingering.
13, the words of the wind flow, maple rain night bridge. The full moon into a Jue broken Huachu, red dust walking brush, splash ink painting. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services. Asked why the love, a deep into the difficult to have. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it.
14, young women, always looking forward to meeting a gentle man, rainy night, he often add incense for her. Young men, always hope to have a good woman, cold and heavy twilight she quietly add tea for him.
15, that rainy night, when the wind rose, the water lost its way, the pale I have missed life to heavy.
16, 10,000 raindrops away, very thorough, tears disappeared without breath.
17, when the rain fell again, time has crossed a year, and I have been strangers with you, looking out the window non-stop rain, remembering when I was and once you, is so familiar and yet is so unattainable.
18, the wind is blowing more and more fierce, the rain is falling more and more big, a lightning across the sky, like a golden snake dancing wildly. Boom a thunderbolt, shaking the ground, the students were scared to tighten their necks and cover their ears with their hands.
19, the rain crossed my window, the glass is also in tears, the people on the street look, a little happier than me.
20, the memories are still traceable, perhaps one day even those memories will be dissipated in my recollections, fall apart and disappear, will throw me in this winter rainy night.
21, sadness or not, tears or not, this autumn rainy night will be tolerated in me, pity me. I am a solo traveler in the rainy night, although the road in front of a piece of confusion, but I am not afraid. I'm not afraid of it. I'm smiling, I'm persistent, I'm going to the far end.
22, whenever such a rainy night, sad and lonely rainy night, always can not help but come to the window alone to miss the distant people, you, okay?
23, rainy night, who accompanied me leaning out of the window to see Lan, and not because of loneliness to think of you, only because I am so obsessed, still so gaze and think. A lifetime of searching, the final dust has not fallen, but people have long been bruised.
24, you look at another person's eyes through me, let me feel in the cold winter rainy night, cold pain. It turns out that I have never been able to reach the bottom of your eyes, not to mention the heart.
25, the rain slowly flowed down along the eaves, began to be a drop by drop, gradually formed a thin line.
26, in a flash the sound of rain connected to a roar, the sky like cracked open a myriad of mouths, torrential rainfall converged into a waterfall, pouring down towards the earth.
27, in the midnight, is the most want to cry because then is the most lonely time.
28, the rainy night, after all, is not as good as the snowy night. If you are in the rain, there is nothing more than the rain is also dashing, people are also dashing; if you are in the snow, but the love is also hazy, the moon is also hazy.
29, summer rain is exactly the opposite of spring, always in a hurry, he likes to come without warning, and like to leave quietly, come in a hurry and stormy, from time to time to call the wind, call the thunder and lightning. Pour out his displeasure.
30, hairy rain, quietly and noiselessly falling, like countless sericulturist spit out the silver silk. Millions of fine silk, swirling in mid-air, confused and diffuse light veil, draped in black oil fields.
31, rainy night sadness through the thick miss. The tears in the sky are who is crying for whom? Leave a drop in the heart, but hopefully it can warm this slightly cool mourning.
32, life can not lack is the rainy night - patter, alone rainy night. Such a rainy night, the sky has tears, candles have tears, the sky tears have sound, candle tears have shape, only the face of the rustling down, is a little bit of soundless line of hot tears.
33, lonely night, cold winds, drifting leaves, who is hidden in the night wind singing softly, who is in the rain curtain in the reluctant look back, I do not know that once the most beautiful melody is still in the lonesome wind and rain alone swaying, gazing fondly at the dream that once was.
34, especially like in the rainy night, listening to the sound of rain to sleep, as if the whole world is in their own minds, the sound of rain, I, and memories with you.
35, tonight I, in the night with rain, really appreciate a lonely.
36, I stood on tiptoe to reach your sadness, I found it condensed into a lonely moon, slowly wasting away after a rainy night, bewildered, long sigh.
37, the poet's soul is broken, broken in every night decorated with stars, every lonesome into a wounded rainy night, into every poem, into every heart fire burning in the ocean.
38, lonely as a rainy night. How many people in the world can realize this rainy night feelings like sobbing? And how many people can understand this clean? Even if the tears dripping from the face is also clean and fresh, not stained with vulgarity.
39, the rain, the mood of accumulating grain to prevent hunger, as if their own feelings, dribs and drabs, I like the rain, like the rain and cold pointed out loneliness.
40, sycamore and rain, to dusk, drizzle. This time the first, how a word of sadness!
41, quiet rainy night, precipitation is a gesture, rainy night always give you full of reverie. Fine drizzle, always give people lingering some yellowed memories. Those memories in this rainy night fragmented a lot, but also forget a lot.
42, the rain hit Acacia, the wind and then renewed parting, heavy canopy, paved with reluctant emotions, there is always who, will be close to the sky, and then murmured murmured murmured, the heart and eyes are filled with you.
43, in this summer rainy night, dreaming of you is still the same smile to come, familiar figure floating in every corner, such as the wind gently flicked the sea of my heart, so that I can not not be in the season of remembrance, remembered that I am very close to but too far apart from you.
44, whenever it rains, I still think of you, think of those who even breathe and feel the heartache of the picture.
45, this rainy night, I had a hard night's sleep, I closed my eyes tightly, looking at the darkness, looking at the darkness of their own, I clearly see themselves, they are so erratic, indeterminate flying in the night sky, as if looking for something, but unfortunately the night is too dark, I can not see what I want.
46, pouring rain like the opening of the floodgates like diarrhea, the ground shot up countless arrows, the houses fell ten million waterfalls.
47, rainy night, I planted a forget-me-not. I thought it would germinate tomorrow, but it has long been washed away by the rain. The language of forget-me-nots happens to be forget-me-nots.
48, if you are the early spring rain, then you must learn to cherish; if you are the late fall rain, then you must learn to forget. Do not wait until the end, you then sentimental sentence: the wind, scraped out of the bone cold; heart, shaking off a land of bleak.
49, the rain slides down, wet the image of memory, reach out and touch but no longer exist, so everything is just memory.
50, the rain outside the window has been falling, I closed my eyes, how can not sleep, full of brains are about the days I spent with her, a scene of memories.
51, at this time, the sound of thunder, rain and wind stirred together, it is really terrible, as if the sky is about to fall.
52, the night, still beautiful and soft, in the moment of your departure, the heart is filled with rain, the puddle on the ground is reflected by the light. Very crystalline and transparent, reflecting the tired shadow.
53, a few days in a row of rain, such days let me feel a slight chill, the heart swim out of the sea of thoughts, let the wind blow to me, let the wild waves engulf me.
54, when it rains I like to stand in the rain, so no one will find me crying.
55, grief, like a burst and a burst of thunderstorms, no one can understand the rain of grief and sadness.
56, the world is begging for a roll of dust, but I like to immerse in such a night with autumn rain. Because this is a great realization of the tranquility, no one will come to pry into your secrets, no one will come to disturb you at this moment to indulge in loneliness.
57, only to see the North Sea angry waves rolling, roaring and rushing. Sudden rain pumped the ground, rain flying water splash, confused eddy a piece.
58, the rain is still clear, the night is still quiet, but things are different.
59, the rain flowed down the eaves, began to be like a broken line of beads, gradually connected to a line. The water on the ground is more and more, converging into a small stream.
60, I looked out through the glass window, heaven and earth like hanging an incomparably wide bead curtain, misty. The rain fell on the tiles of the roof across the street, splashing a splash, like a layer of thin smoke shrouding the roof.
61, in a flash, the raindrops connected into a line, and with a crash, the rain poured down from the sky as if the sky had collapsed.
62, The rain, washed away what; the sun after the rain, brought what. Nothing, none of it.
63, the mood and the future of the same chaos, the window of the night rain drops into the heart, drowning a bunch of trivialities, but no longer drop into the rainy night of mutual understanding.
64, listen to the rain, listen to the helplessness of the night, gray and colorless.
65, I like to use words to express their emotions in the silent rainy night, and those who can not use words to describe a lot of things, such as some people, some things.
66, with a talk to the people, rainy night with candles night talk, snowy night in the stove cooking snow. This scene, what more could you ask for?
67, that bout of heavy rain soon stopped, because it is a sandy soil, the rain stopped, the road will be able to pedestrians. I ran to the village to look, a rainbow hanging in the sky, beautiful. Everywhere the water gurgling, the sound of frogs intertwined in the distance.
68, I like to stand in the rain and cry, so that others will not know that I am in tears, because the tears and the rain fused together, and even I can not distinguish that is tears or rain. I like to walk with him in the rain, there is a romantic atmosphere.
69, a drop of rain fell on the heart, but no longer feel the sorrow, the cold.
70, dashing cold rainy night, miserable green sad red. Dark listening to the window two two three three pedestrians, too hasty; lonely lamp leaning shadow endless rest, sighing ancient sad today. The book is a little bit of line of text, worried. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
71, has been said, listening to the rain people are very entangled, easy to sentimental. In the lonely rainy night, a person tastes lonely, accustomed to loneliness, learned to hide sadness in the calm, pretend to be happy.
72, rain, under the extra sad, in this winter rainy night, who can understand my loneliness, who can understand my sadness.
73, listen to the rain pattering down to see how much love on earth? Smell, rain all over the depression see, the world of human beings are still in for, falling rain and sigh ask, the world of love for what? I wish, there are lovers *** still Canyuan.
74, you in the end where invisible, is not it, I followed the petals falling in the rain to reach.
75, a person's thoughts are summer green vines blooming on the elegant flowers, although vague and thin, but like a candle lit in the window on a rainy night, sad and moving.
76, I am in the rainy night, softly singing your favorite song, hoping that one day you can look back at me, has been satisfied.
77, a flash of lightning, white bright rain followed by the fall, smashed in the black tile, tick-tock-tick-tock; smashed in the pond, floating strings of water bubbles.
78, the east wind remnants, the west wind cool. The moon is full, full of grievances, who is listening to who is pouring out love. The south wind is sad, the north wind is sad. Cold rainy night, the city of lonely souls, who can read me this world of desolation.
79, the profound rainy night, a cigarette, a little music, a cup of astringent wine. This kind of life is actually very intoxicated, but such intoxication is full of sadness.
80, the wind chasing the rain, the rain chasing the wind, the wind and the rain united to chase the dark clouds in the sky, the whole world is in the rain.
81, You walk in the rain, you never take an umbrella, you have your own sky, it never rains.
82. What a marvelous spring rain. It is hazy and clear. It puts a misty veil on everything, and it washes everything fresh and bright. My mood also seems to be cleaned and polished by the rain, a bright and cheerful feeling is growing.
83, under the moon for you to play the piano, empty alleys to find your figure, make poetry for you to chant. The rainy night because you are drunk, sighing you always hard to understand!
84, the beauty of the rainy night, lies in the mood, lies in the endless, flowers and plants to absorb water vapor, the original dead, but also quietly flow away, which is the beauty of the rainy night, but also the taste of life.
85, tonight. Another lonely figure, lonely leaning in front of the window. Listening to the sad sound of the autumn rain, let the thoughts of a thousand strands in the darkness of the night filled through the fuzzy window, and who, like me, at this moment to hear the rainy night in the cry?
86, waiting for a long time summer rain, slowly flowing down the hair, I seem to have been accustomed to feeling the rainy day brought the feeling of drenching, seem to be accustomed to the rain hit the body of the cool feeling.
87, spring rain dashing down, the trees dry branches hazy layer of light green color, the rain drops down the tip of the tree, into a string of watery notes.
88, in the rain of the night, like poetry, like Zen, the mind involuntarily ripples, and slowly expanding, can not be collected.
89, dark clouds cover the sky, standing alone on the eaves looking up. Gray swept the earth, rainy night sadness into the bone.
90, turn over and over again in the eyes of all you, dusty inside, still too memories, you ignited the fire of love warm me, and now also feverish. Those engraved beautiful memories, I will cherish, dear where are you at this moment, simply wash away the pain and happiness.
91, a person quietly walking in the lonely and familiar streets, quietly listening to the rainy night of loneliness and sadness, a thing called memories quietly roaming on the heart, accompanied by the loss of rain gently shrouded in the lonely night.
92, happy, and not difficult, like the window only wind not rain, no one understands the weather at this time the mood.
93, outside the window rain, drops of drizzle, as if accompanied by a small dance, I can not help but be outside the window of the world **.
94, rainy night, window, vapor, pavement. From the corner of my eye is really not tears. Lies, false cover. This world was originally in the mutual deception.
95, no matter windy or rainy, no matter you cry or you laugh, no matter how others say there will only be you in the eyes.
96, the years quietly devour language, time gradually pull distance, rainy night loneliness to attack, window reappearance of the past, vaguely thoughts are still there, bitter smile I have no longer.
97, big drops of rain like bullets shot, hit the leaves of the tree clattered, fell on people also some pain.
98, all of a sudden, the rain is as big as the Milky Way in the sky flooded the general, from the sky wildly down!
99, Electricity moved from the sky to the zenith, thunder sounded from far away, and in a short while, the rain blazed down.
100, Over and over again. Tired of crying, silent. Want to give up, cold. But time passes, but still miss. I can't let go, I can't forget, I can't quit, I can't go.
101, remember, a rainy day, you said you will be very painful to me, and now, it is raining again, taking away all our vows.
102, the sky presents a bright lightning like a long dragon. It was followed by a rumble of thunder. The lightning flashed brighter and brighter, the thunder sounded louder and louder. Soon, black clouds rolled in, covering half the sky, and it rained.
103, rainy night sadness, looking out the window. Listen to the remnants of the flowers fall to the ground, the hundred miles of Sha sound. I'm afraid of the river, the waves of the sky. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get away from the boat, but I'm sure I'll be able to. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
104, make a cup of tea leisurely sitting at the window quietly looking out the window falling rain, the air is filled with a fresh air.
105, now no longer so fantastical, but still like the rain, like when it rains, sitting alone in front of the window, counting raindrops.
106, pouring rain down non-stop, from the eaves of the rain down in the street gathered into a small stream.
107, there is a kind of love, do not ask for return, but has been given; there is a kind of love, not good words, but can cover the wind and rain.
108, raindrops are like millions of paratroopers, jumping from the air and landing safely on the ground.
109, the night is too deep, the rain is too big, gradually we disappeared into the darkness, and then a piece of murky darkness covered my vision, I can only clearly see the rainy night in the air is still a little bit of starlight, that bright light, as if deep in the darkest part of their own mind a seemingly bright spot.
110, bright night rain do not understand, lightly passed the flowers fall empty, the remnants of the dream does not return to the past, a song of goodbye, thin face who? The pen is fond of me to fill in the moon of the West River, the heart of the piano is flowing you sigh spring also.
111, a gust of wind rolled through, brought a sudden rain, rain wire like iron bars and thick and straight, from the sky brushed and spilled down.
112, I do not know why, really fucking like rainy days, maybe because it can wash my heart of pain.
113, suddenly, a lightning, the sky was torn, a miserable white, followed by a series of muffled thunder, muffled thunder, after the big copper penny raindrops, sprinkled down like a sky.
114, life can not lack is the rainy night patter, alone rainy night. Such a rainy night, the sky has tears, candles have tears, the sky tears have sound, candle tears have shape, only the face of the rustling down, is a little bit of soundless line of hot tears.
115, the most beautiful is not a rainy day, is to have avoided the rain with you on the roof.
116, the water rhyme culminating in autumn, Xiaoxiang rain, my days spent waiting for you, looking at the moon to send thousands of miles of love, fondness, carving the earthly luxury of romance, I know you are also intoxicated by such romantic feelings, a lot of the time, it seems that we are thinking with a brain.
117, rain like ten thousand silver threads drifting down from the sky, the eaves fall rows of water droplets, like a beautiful pearl curtain.
118, the rainy night, who is that like a charm to come. In silence, and which soul is saying: this rainy season, I died, died in the rain.
119, this rainy night is not heavy, like a sunny day in the top of your head floating that fat clouds. Wearing a raincoat, I am willing to walk loose, you wait for me in front of me do not hurry.
120, night, when the field such as smoke, such as mist, such as brocade, such as satin dashing twilight rain from the sky weeping diagonally down, this song "rainy night meditation" and euphemized as yesterday's heart, especially in the rainy quiet night listening, it is more let a person poignant and clear full of people, the heart gushing out of the gush of pain and sigh.
121, listening to the song in the headphones, looking at the dark night, the rain through the eaves seems to hit my heart, sad music accompanied by the rain knocking, composed of my sad symphony.
2, the sound of firecrackers in a year in addition, the spring breeze sends warmth into the tassel.
3, waiting to recognize the face of the east wind, all purple and red is always spring. Song Zhu Xi "Spring Day"
4, Yan Yan flew, asked where the spring, only the pond since. Song Jiang Kui "light yellow willow"
5, the east wind blowing rain fine in Song Xin Qiji "Raccoon River Sand"
6, deeper moon night half of the family, the north appendix south dou slant.
7, the spring of Jiangnan is beautiful, the wind is very soft, the air is very fresh, the sun is very warm; wheat seedlings in the fields like a sea, starry villages are not sunken boat, crisscrossing the curved river, the river willow branches spit out the buds, reed edge drilled out to put the time through the green; the river in the calm of the water, awakened from the winter of the vegetation, was dressed in the color of nature, the green green green.
8, the north of the mid-spring, begonias are also almost open all, butterflies are still very weak, but the little bees once born to fly around, think the world is really sweet and lovely. Swallows fly around, far away, as if in the white clouds nail small black dingzhi play it. The willow branches swayed lightly, as if teasing the greenness in all directions.
9, even if you stay open in the water daffodil delicate, do not forget the lonely corner of the valley, wild lilies also have spring.
10, spring with the change of temperature, there are early spring, mid-spring, twilight spring. How to depict the spring scenery? You can write about the spring sun, newborn green grass, budding peach trees, sprouting willows, spring swallows, geese flying north, melting ice, etc. In short, everything in nature seems to be resurrected, awakening.
11, cedar branches of the bud cluster has been quite fat, tender, reflecting the sky glittering, you say spring will be far away?
12, try to see on the platform, half of the trench spring water a city flower.
13, spring to the earth grass. Song Zhang栻《立春偶成》
14, early spring season, the winter cold gradually began to withdraw, the sun's warmth melted the ice on the rocks, dripping the first coarse crystal water droplets, announced the arrival of spring.
15, late spring, the weather is warmer. The field is full of lively frogs; oriole, cuckoo leisurely and slowly issued a beautiful cries; thriving seedlings green to flow; willow on the embankment, has been the goose feather-like flotsam sprinkled down; blue sky like the empty and quiet as the sea, there is no trace of clouds, the air moist, breathe feel extra fresh, in the sun, everything is like a re-painted a variety of colors of paint, everything is a The first thing you need to do is to get a newborn.