The raindrops are like millions of paratroopers, jumping down from the air and landing safely on the ground.
The raindrops are like a big net, hanging in front of my eyes.
The wind blew, and the rain curtains slanted, like a fine silk running to the grass, trees, walls.
The rain sprinkled down, all kinds of flowers and plants on the leaves are condensed with a crystal water droplets.
The rain came down from the sky like thousands of silver threads, and the eaves of the house were lined with water droplets, like a beautiful pearl curtain.
It was drizzling outside the window, and the little drops of rain seemed to be accompanied by a little dance, and I couldn't help but be seduced by the world outside the window.
The raindrops rolled down the stem of the grass, a drop drilled into the soil, and a drop drilled into the mouth of the grass, could not find.
Raindrops fell on my head, body, I face up, eyes closed, open mouth tasting the raindrops, at once, I feel as if in the watering of the rain and a lot of growth.
The thunder sounded, and the rain came down like broken beads.
The rain continued to pour down, and the rainwater that flowed down from the eaves of the houses became a small stream in the street.
The rain came down from the sky in a frenzy, and the sky looked like it was going to collapse.
The wind chased the rain, the rain chased the wind, the wind and the rain combined to chase the dark clouds in the sky, and the whole sky and the earth were in the midst of rain.
The rain is like thousands of silver threads floating down from the sky.
The rain fell silently, like the silver threads spat out by countless silkworms. The rain is so quiet that it looks like the spitting out of silver threads by countless silkworms. The thousands of threads, swirling in the mid-air, are like a veil that covers the black oil fields.
The sky rolled in a mass of dark clouds, an instant downpour, from the sky.
The rain fell from the sky, the raindrops were so small and the curtains were so dense that they covered the mountains with a cicada-like white veil.
The rain is very thin, very thin, like the spring time floating willow.
The rain is like a mist, like rain like mist, and it is very long.
His name is Liza, and he is the only one who has ever been a member of this organization.
In the morning, there was a small rainstorm, but it was a very small rainstorm.
In the morning after a light rain, now clear, the road is still very slippery, both sides of the ground in the fall crops, but to the rain washed green mountains, beads flickering crystal, the air with a fresh and moist fragrance.
The wind rolled with the rainstorm like countless whips, and ruthlessly to the glass windows.
The waves of the North Sea rolled and roared. The rain was pounding the ground, and the water was splashing and eddying.
Autumn rain, like smoke and mist, noiselessly sprinkled on the rubble of the open space, on the dead leaves, wet the ground, wet the house, wet the trees.
Spring rain, like cow hair, like flower needle, like fine silk, densely woven.
Autumn rain is like a sky full of shiny pearls, fluttering and waving.
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Rain from the air to all corners, raindrops are like a crystal clear pearl, beautiful. The raindrops fall from the eaves, walls, and leaves, like beads with broken strings, and finally join together to form water columns.
The wind was blowing and the rain was falling. Nearby, there is not even a person on the street, white flowers all the water, it is a flowing river, above the first to open the countless water flowers; far, buildings and trees are blurred.
The wind and the rain star, like looking for something on the ground, the east end, the west end of the collision. As soon as the pedestrians found a shelter, the rain started to fall. The rain got heavier and heavier, and soon it was pouring like a waterfall in the air! A gust of wind blew, this dense as a waterfall of rain was blown by the wind as smoke, such as fog, such as dust.
The bean-sized raindrops fell on the ground, splashing water, the water as a small fountain. When the water fell to the ground, it became a small bubble, small bubble looks like a top transparent hat. Carefully look at the raindrops into a small hat process, really interesting!
Rain is bigger, the roof, the street, splashing a layer of white rain mist, like a misty white veil. At this time a gust of wind blowing over, the white veil curls to go, the rain hit the street on the water, stirring up a splash.
Suddenly a north wind blew, a dark cloud from the northern sky rushed over, also mixed with a lightning, a burst of thunder.
Suddenly, the wind blew, dark clouds filled the sky, followed by bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the window snapped straight. There was another thunderbolt, deafening. In a flash, the raindrops formed a line, and with a crash, the rain fell from the sky as if the sky had collapsed.
Late one night, the clouds were heavy, thunder was heard one after another, and lightning flashed in the sky. The wind was blowing so hard that the branches of the trees clicked and clicked, and in a few moments the rain came down in torrents.
On Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in front of the window doing my homework. It was very hot in the room. Suddenly. The sky darkened, a gust of wind blew, it was going to rain. I quickly closed the window.
A little while later, thick raindrops fell, hitting the glass window with a loud bang. The rain got heavier and heavier. I looked out through the glass window, and the sky and the earth looked like an incredibly wide pearl curtain, a misty one. The rain fell on the roof tiles across the street, splashing a splash, like a thin layer of smoke over the roof. The rain flowed down along the eaves of the house, at first like a broken line of beads, and gradually connected into a line. The water on the ground is more and more, merging into a small stream.
What a timely rain! The corn seedlings in the field must be drinking it all in one go. I can see the rain flowing into the ground, into the orchard, and into people's hearts.
The clouds parted and the rain stopped. The sun shines on the earth. I pushed open the window, and a fresh smell of earth came to my face. The air is filtered and fresh. The poplars and willows outside the window, washed by the rain, stretching branches and leaves, green and shiny, beautiful.
The rain fell from the dark sky, and the coldness enveloped the city where we lived.
Early in the morning, looking out of an empty window, the leaves of the brown branches of the trees along the street have lost their life-giving green color, and in the rain, they change into a melancholic yellowish color, kissing the silent earth one after another.
The broken web between the tree branches without a spider, with the cold wind lightly trembling, the net line hanging on the crystal raindrops, is rapidly falling, quietly broken in the golden grass. The grass is softly crouching on the ground, like an age-old painting, hiding the endless thoughts about who.
The city's congested roads, crowded with people busy with their livelihoods, their figures in various colors of raincoats, in the cool rain, like a grain of chess that can not find a place. On the roof of the gray building, there are a few wandering pigeons, full of worries, in the rain seems more heavy.
At this moment, only the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, the green leaves blooming between the delicate small flowers, this fragrant flowers, is the only symbol of the passion of life in the rain.
In the night, the rain gradually big, crackling rain sound in other people's homes on the awning, this is a chaotic thoughts, so that the rain fell more disorganized. Clothes paced to the window, see the distant city of neon, in the rain in the rain with a lonely and gentle light. So, the cold chill dipped into the heart, only to realize that everything in the darkness of the night, is a fleeting dream that we had when we were young.
Rain, like a brilliant heart, do not know when the years began, and where it can end.
The sky was blue, and the white clouds were floating freely on it. Suddenly, a large swath of dark clouds gathered from all directions. The sky was blackened in a short time.
All of a sudden, the rain was like a broken string of beads, falling down one after another. The rain fell in the river pond, ripples, like the flowers on the head of the goldfish. Raindrops fell in the field, the crops opened a big mouth, and drank the sweet rainwater, and in a flash, the crops seemed to have grown up a lot. The rain fell on the delicate flower girl, they suddenly dropped their little head, look very shy.
Soon, the rain got heavier. The rain fell on the concrete road and washed the road clean.
On the road in the rain, people were walking slowly with umbrellas. The umbrellas are colorful, various, like a beautiful "big flower" in the rain floating around, very beautiful. This is not, from a high place to look down, really think a flower it!
Slowly, the rain stopped.
You see, the flowers and plants are like a fresh bath, put on a bright new clothes, look so full of life. Just disappeared without a trace of the small animals, also from the four down to run out, they seem to be competing for a breath of air after the rain especially fresh. So, the world is noisy again.
Rain, is pure, is also beautiful. It brings life to the world!
★ People appreciate the flowers, the trees, the grass, the ground, the earth, the sky, the sea, the dog, the cat, the cat, the cat, the dog, the cat, the cat, the dog, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat, the cat. But what is the highest value of appreciation in life? Is it the beauty of things on the outside? Or is it driven by one's own intuition? No, I think the highest value of human appreciation, lies in the inner character of things to affirm the appreciation of strong beliefs, good personality recognition.
Therefore, I appreciate the lion with the dignity of a king.
★ The lion has the king's dominance, the king's dignity, the king's style, this is the nature of the lion's original color, so that people look at the fear, respect and distance. In fact, people should be so alive, do not live, to live a wonderful life, live out the value, live with dignity. Dignity to show their own respect for life, respect for life's persistence. Therefore, I appreciate the lion, appreciate the dignity.
History on the tablet
★"Shake, shake, shake to Grandma's bridge, Grandma invited me to eat rice cakes. The old children's song floats back and forth in the air, reflecting the countless cycles. ...... The stone monument stood silently at the head of the village watched hundreds of years of change, and the song is still the same.
★The ancient wind with the ancient breath brushed over the blurred words on the stone monument, along the track of time to tell a long story about reason and emotion.
"Shake, shake, shake to Grandma's bridge, Grandma invited me to eat rice cakes. The old children's song floats back and forth in the air, reflecting countless rounds. ......". The stone monument stood silently at the head of the village listening to hundreds of years of song still, but history will never repeat itself.
A piece of ice in a jade pot
★ When the sunshine sprinkled over the land, spring, flowers bloomed, birds sang, the world a warm; then, why do not we use a piece of ice heart to feel the sunshine, to feel the warmth, to feel the world of the spring garden?
★ Let us have a heart as pure as an iceberg, with feelings as resolute as a green mountain, use them to recognize this beautiful world and create a rich and beautiful life!
Smoke mini eyes
★ Philosophers say, affect your walking is not a pair of shoes, but a grain of sand; similarly, obscuring your vision is not a wall, but a wisp of smoke. --Title
Feelings are a very mysterious thing, like a wisp of smoke. I want to hold it tightly in my hand, but it slips away from my fingers; I want to close my mouth and swallow it, but it drifts away from my nostrils in a mischievous way. It is far away from the end of the world, close to the eyes, and it is this intangible material, sometimes trapped in our grazing mind.
★ "Smoke Mini Eyes", a beautiful and poetic song, the world needs to be touched, but more indispensable is the rationality, is the clarity of the clouds to see the sun, is beyond the transparency of the emotions.
Who stole my feathers
★ "Oops, where are my feathers?" The little peacock woke up early in the morning and called out, "Who saw my feathers, where did my feathers go?"
At the end of the day, the little magpie raised his tearful eyes and looked pleadingly at the little peacock, saying, "Little peacock, can you not go to ask the principal of the owl, your feathers are mine to take. The white rabbit is terminally ill, her only hope is to wear your feathers for a day, even if it's just for a day, she is satisfied, in order to help her realize her wish, I secretly took your feathers. In order to help her realize her wish, I secretly took your feathers. I was going to put them back tonight, but you are in such a hurry to ask Principal Owl, in which case both the White Rabbit and I will be punished."
The little peacock's eyes were moist, and two tears flowed down.
Uncovering the fog of the mind
★Trust in family and friends is human nature, and trust in others is a virtue, in the process of trust, happy and comprehensive, cognizant of this seemingly complex world.
Let reason preside over the verdict
★ The world is an impermeable net, the wooden crystal eyes are inevitably rolled in the dust blind, let the tragedy play.
Today's friends may be tomorrow's enemies; a smile may hide a treacherous heart; the closest people may send you to the bottom of the sea, with hate forever.
The inspiration given by the great Syrian prophets to all things is not a glance, but a rational thought.
★Maybe the intimacy is really a beautiful, but in the cognitive perspective of things we have to let go of the beauty of the far away, it is rationality to let the iron brand to stay in the humanist, it is rationality to let the world still have the fairness.
The light of truth is better than the sword of Damocles. Let reason to declare the winner of the fact, let reason to preside over the right and wrong of the pronouncement of good and evil. Don't let the hypocrite's comedy repeat itself, don't let the years of "the trouble started by the Xiao wall" reappear. Because people are animals in reality, not a dream kite, everything should respect the facts.
Do a wise man
★ Plato once said: "Emotion to a limit, often blind your eyes." There is also an old Chinese saying: "A man who understands himself will die, a woman who pleases herself will look good." The difference in feelings is really enough to make a person in the time of making choices messed up.
★ The old saying: "Although the tortoise is alive, there is an end time. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. However, a drop of water can penetrate the stone crack iron, a drop of water is light, but is infinite, never die. Isn't it the same with human beings? Life should bear the lightness of a drop of water, leaving behind the interference of feelings of affinity, have or have not, how much and so on. This life is a wise man's life.
Rarely confused
★ When King Huai of Chu was confused by Zheng Sleeve, so let go of the hated Zhang Yi; and easily listened to the favorite son of the young Zilan, so far away from the countryside, the body and head of a different place, for the posterity of ridicule and regret for decades.
When Zou Ji was praised by his wives and concubines for being "more beautiful than Xu Gong", he must have been very happy. Fortunately, Zou Ji was sober enough to recognize the truth, and came to the wise conclusion that "my wife's beauty is private", which has been praised by the future generations.
With the induction method, it is not difficult to conclude that the words of the relatives can not be trusted ah!
★Then I thought of Zheng Banqiao's aphorism: "It's hard to get confused." If someone wants you to help when the exam, pass a note or something, regardless of affinity, must not be confused, the principle of the problem must be clear right and wrong; if your beloved just changed a new body, and ran to ask you for advice, you might as well immediately on the praises of: "Wow, great!" In the face of pure emotion, wishful thinking, "the eyes of the lover out of the West," the rare confused once what is the harm?
How a "love" word
★ People have feelings, as the old saying goes, "People are not grass and trees can not have feelings." Therefore, in the cognition of things will be unconsciously attached to a strong personal feelings. So there is a "lover's eyes out of the West" of the lingering, "feeling when the flower splash tears" of the sadness.
★ Emotional maintenance, making the world a better place; but too much paranoia and narrow-minded view of emotional interests, will block the continuation of the good, in the emotion and reason in the fight, emotion gives way to reason.
So, I have sighed, this time, how a love word?
Don't judge by good and bad
★ People have seven feelings, there are likes and dislikes, however, when this good and bad feelings mixed with the knowledge of the truth, and how it will have an impact?
★Naturally, people are not saints, who can not be wrong? We don't have to be hard on ourselves, but we can't afford not to be.
Do not judge by good or bad, maybe you will find that the dogwood will also bloom beautiful flowers.
The moon is the hometown Ming
★ Who, in the white dew across the river in the foreign country in the autumn night, do not know the fragrance of osmanthus, ignore the wine of the mellow, hard to be so paranoid to recite a unique flavor of the poem to a one "the moon is the hometown Ming." Simple, clean and shallow, but a word that breaks the mystery, explaining the marvelous scale between our emotions and cognition. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
★ "The moon is the hometown bright" poet's voice through the millennium of frost and night, said our most irrefutable reason. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid in my life.
Because of deep love, so paranoid.
Don't let the clouds cover your eyes
★ "I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, I'm only here in the mountain." Thousands of years ago, the literati warned their descendants through a catchy poem, treating things to stand in the right perspective, do not let other factors interfere with your realization of the truth.
★"Look across the mountains and see the peaks, near and far, different heights." Rational observation from all aspects will help us to step through the misunderstanding of feelings, and truly realize the complexity and variability of things.
And at the highest
level, free from emotional ties, we may be able to chant, "Don't let the floating clouds cover your eyes!"
He gently shook, slowly pulled up the net, there are some fresh and lively fish flowers, jumping in the net jumping, like a pocket of silver stars ......
Gray chub, swimming like an arrow, perhaps only by jet aircraft can catch up. The blackfish, that is a Hercules, than wrestling, you must be careful of its gills on both sides of the hard spines, and like a steel whip like tail. Carp, grow fat, short, swim up a swing, put on a very solemn look, like a big boss.
Chickens eat worms, food bag bulging like a small ball, walking are swaying. Look at the hens, red under the chin, holding out the belly, "cluck cluck", climbed to the grass nest to give birth to the treasure.
The sheep are eating a lot of food, and their tails are like a big upside-down oil gourd, hanging from their asses, fluttering.
The bees, so diligent, flew around as if they were in a hurry. The bees that come, hairy feet holding flower clusters, pollen, happy "buzz" straight yell, as if they are afraid that people do not know; go to the bees, the small wings like gauze fan ah fan ah fan ah, windy, as if to rush to the class like.
All the chickens are here, ah ah ah ah, red undershirt, green tail, yellow pants legs, sheep's hooves, and so on, crowded with a large, like countless living flowers. Some of them flapped their wings and ran in the Wo Ping; some of them knocked each other's mouths, like old friends they hadn't seen for years. Some of them pecked a mouthful of leaves and drank a mouthful of water, and they were still pretending to be gentle.
Swarms of pigeons pecking on the road, frequently nodding their heads, cooing and cooing, quietly moving their feet, they are not afraid of people, but when people approach, as if to give way to people, coaxed up, a spin, and swish in front of the far away drop.
The white and tender silkworm girl, ate a few days of mulberry leaves, and sleep on the silkworm bed, take off the old clothes, put on new clothes, waking up, waking up, and then day after day.
The white cockerel had white feathers, and the crown on his head was as red as blood, as if he were wearing a little red hat.
The big rooster's crown was red, like a red flower, and the sarcoma under his beak was drooping, like a pair of earrings.
The rooster's body was covered with shiny feathers, like a brocade coat, and it called out, "Oh, date, oh, oh!" It's like a golden trumpet player," he said.
The white rooster put up the crown of the angry fan wings, stretching the long neck arrow-like forward. Suddenly, a strange cry, bowed, the hair on the neck like a fan spread, rose up in the air to the flower rooster pounced.
The neighbor's rooster escaped, but my rooster with a victorious posture, looks like a triumphant general, in the yard constantly circling, show the mighty.
The yellow rooster is singing at the top of his lungs, like a tenor singer on his debut, and he is very happy.
In the distance came the sound of a chicken crowing, one after another, a hundred and one, just like a fresh morning song, is to meet the dawn.
Look at the chickens grabbing food style, disgusting, before and after planing, left and right kicking, fearing that they can not eat alone like the greedy heart exposed
Waiting to open the door of the chicken coop, you see, this group of struggling chickens, not like ducks, not humbly and courteously in order to come out, but squeezing and rubbing, and even with the flying and squawking, and each ran away as if they were going to run.
I saw an egg slowly shook, and then heard a "beeping" sound, a small hole appeared above the egg shell, and then emerged from the hole a sharp cream-colored beak, like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves general peck at the egg shell, and slowly from the hole out of a hairy little chicken head.
The little chicken is clumsy and light, walking as if rolling, and as if bouncing.
The chicks are fluffy, their feathers are short and dense, and they look like little cotton balls.
The ducklings have a thin layer of webbing between their toes, which connects their toes together and makes their feet look like two small fans.
The most striking thing about the duckling is its flat, flat beak, which makes it look like a dustpan when it eats.
When the duckling teals, the two flippers gently stir back, like a small motorboat to swim steadily forward.
When the duckling walks, it always holds out its chest, flaps its wings, and walks with a waddle, and its mouth quacks incessantly, as if boasting about itself.
The big duck waddled on the shore as if he was just learning to walk.
The female duck looks like a peasant woman with a home-made brown striped shawl on her shoulders, picking up (duo) clean. The big white duck is very fat, walking with a wagging tail, like an old lady.
Every day at noon, the big white duck is always a swing to the pool, like a diving athlete, "punt", jumped into the water and took a bath, and sometimes also put his head into the water to catch some small fish, shrimp to eat, can be really interesting.
The white goose walks, the bald upward cocked little tail, constantly to the left and right swaying, looks like a drunkard like ridiculous.
The flock of white geese floating on the water, like an open snow lotus.
The river was full of white geese floating silently, with their soft red paws trailing behind them like a bow.
When the goose sleeps, its neck is shortened, and its head is glued to it like velvet.
The goose's feathers are white, and its yellowish feet and rounded beak are embedded in alabaster.
The pigeon's wings and tail are covered with long, hard feathers that open up like a fan.
The pigeon's feathers were gray, like a silver-gray coat, and there was a ring of golden-yellow feathers around its neck, like a beautiful and dazzling gold necklace around a young girl's neck.
The pigeon has white feathers like snow, reddish-brown beak, smart eyes, long legs, a pair of feet like chicken claws but no flippers. Standing there, it is like a lady of elegance and splendor.
When the pigeon is standing still, it looks like a handicraft in a store.
A large flock of pigeons were densely packed on the roof, cooing and cooing, and it looked like a large silver-gray flower had opened up.
The breeze blowing on the wires of the two pigeons that snow-white feathers, it is simply two just out of the small acrobats in the tightrope walk it, and like two silver notes inlaid in the pentatonic score.
A group of white pigeons chirping in the air, as if in the blue sky suddenly down a white June snow.
The beautiful homing pigeons, at a fixed time every day, fluttered across the sky like a flowing haze.
This group of oily black shiny fish eagles, with white silk-like feathers on their necks and a small hook on the tip of their long, thin beaks. When the cormorant is fishing, it is like a torpedo, desperately chasing the fish in the water, and the fish are so scared that they run away randomly.
When the fish eagle flies, its wings flap especially fast, making a "whoosh" sound, as if it is afraid to come down after birth.
The white rabbit's mouth is "yah" shaped, as if it could not be closed, revealing two rows of small jade-like teeth.
The white rabbit's eyes are red, like two sparkling rubies.
The white rabbit's tail is very short, like a little pompom sticking to its buttocks, and when it jumps, it pouts and pouts, which is very interesting.
The rabbit bowed down and bounced on the ground with his hind legs, and then scampered out with a whimper, like a ball of snow. as if nothing had happened mischievous mud-covered chasing after each other throwing tantrums making a lot of noise sword-wielding, stick-wielding, urning, catching turtles and informing the police, being able to do whatever they want to do cheering up and splashing in the water
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