The raindrops are connected together like a big net, hanging in front of my eyes.
The breeze blew, the rain curtain slanting, like a fine silk running to the grass, trees, walls.
The rain sprinkled down, all kinds of flowers and grass leaves are condensed with a crystal water droplet.
The rain drifted down from the sky like ten thousand silver threads, and the eaves of the house fell in rows of droplets, like beautiful beaded curtains.
It was drizzling outside the window, and the drops seemed to accompany a small dance, and I couldn't help but be seduced by the world outside the window.
The raindrops rolled down the stems of the grasses, and one drop drilled into the soil, and another into the mouth of the grasses, and could not be found.
The raindrops fell on my head and body, I tilted my face upward, closed my eyes, opened my mouth and tasted the drizzle, and at once I felt as if I had grown a lot more under the drizzle.
The thunder sounded, and the heavy rain kept falling down like broken beads.
The rain poured down incessantly, and the rainwater that flowed down from the eaves of the houses gathered into a small stream on the street.
The heavy rain fell madly from the sky, and the dark sky looked like it was about to collapse.
The wind chased the rain, the rain chased the wind, the wind and the rain united to chase the dark clouds in the sky, and the whole heaven and earth were in the midst of rain.
The rain was like millions of silver threads floating down from the heavens.
The fine rain, falling quietly and silently, is like the silver threads spat out by countless silkworms. Ten million fine silk, swirling in mid-air, confused and diffuse veil, draped in black oil fields.
The sky rolled to the edge of the mass of dark clouds, a moment of rain, from the sky.
The rain fell from the sky like silk, the raindrops were so small, the rain curtains were so dense, giving the mountains a cicada-like white veil.
The rain is very thin, very sheer, like the willow flakes floating in the spring time.
The rain is like a fog, like rain like fog, and the threads are endless.
The raindrops formed a line, and the rain came down from the sky as if the sky had collapsed with a loud crash.
In the morning there was 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 hills, beads flickering crystal, the air is also with a fresh and moist scent.
The wind rolled with the rainstorm like countless whips, and fiercely to the glass windows.
Just see the North Sea angry waves rolling, roaring and rushing. The sudden rain beat the ground, the rain flying water splash, confused eddy a piece.
Autumn rain, like smoke and mist, noiselessly sprinkled in the open space in the pile of rubble, withered leaves, wet the ground, wet the room, wet the tree.
Spring rain, like cow hair, like flower needle, like fine silk, densely woven diagonally.
Autumn rain is like a sky full of shiny pearls, fluttering and waving.
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Rain sprinkled from the air to all corners, the raindrops are very much like a crystal clear pearl, nice to see. The raindrops fell from the eaves, walls, and leaves like beads with broken strings, and finally joined together to form water columns.
The wind was whistling and the rain was falling. Nearby, there is not even a single person on the street, white flowers are all water, simply become a flowing river, the top of the first to compete with the opening of the countless flowers; far away, the buildings and trees are blurred.
The wind is caught in the rain stars, as if looking for something on the ground, the east end, the west end of the head banging. Just as the pedestrians found a shelter, the rain began to fall. The more it rained, the more it fell, and soon it was like a pouring rain, and the rain in the air was like a big waterfall! A gust of wind blew, this dense as a waterfall of rain was blown by the wind like smoke, like fog, like dust.
The bean-sized raindrops fell on the ground, splashing water, the water as a small fountain. When the water splash fell to the ground, it turned into a small bubble, the small bubble looks like a top transparent small hat. Carefully look at the rain into a small hat process, it is really interesting!
The rain is bigger, the roof, the street, splashed with 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 surface of the water, stirred 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. In an instant, the wind gusted 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.
Late one night, the clouds were heavy, loud thunder followed one another, and lightning flashed in the sky. The wind, blowing hard, made the branches of the trees click and click, and in a moment the rain fell down.
On Sunday afternoon, I sat in front of the window to do my homework. The house seemed particularly stuffy. Suddenly. The sky darkened, a gust of wind blew, it was going to rain. I quickly closed the window tightly.
A moment later, thick raindrops fell, hitting the glass window blaring. I looked out through the glass window. I looked out through the glass window, and the sky and the earth looked like an immensely wide pearl curtain, a misty one. The rain fell on the tiles of the roof across the street, splashing a splash, like a thin layer of smoke shrouding the roof. The rain ran down the eaves of the house, at first like broken beads, gradually joining 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 big field will surely gulp and drink. I can see the rain flowing into the ground, into the orchard, into the hearts of people.
The clouds parted and the rain stopped. The sun lit up the earth. I pushed open the window, and a fresh scent of earth greeted me. The air was as fresh as if it had been filtered. The poplars and willows outside the window, washed by the rain, stretching their leaves, green and shiny, beautiful.
The rain is falling from the dark sky, and the coldness is enveloping the city where we live.
Early in the morning, looking out of the empty window, the leaves of the brown tree branches on the street have retreated from the life of the green, in the rain into a melancholy yellow, kissed to the silence of the earth.
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 is blue, white clouds floating freely above. Suddenly, a large swath of dark clouds gathered from all directions. The sky was blackened in a short while.
All of a sudden, the rain fell down one by one like beads with broken strings. The raindrops fell in the river pond and caused countless ripples, just like the flowers on the head of a goldfish. Raindrops fell in the field, the crops opened their mouths and drank the sweet rain, and in a flash, the crops seemed to have grown a lot. Raindrops fell on the delicate flower girl, they suddenly hung down their heads, looking very shy.
Not long after, the rain got heavier. The rain fell on the concrete road and washed the road clean.
On the road in the rain, people were holding umbrellas and walking slowly. The umbrellas are colorful and various, like a beautiful "big flower" floating around in the rain, very beautiful. This is not, from a high place to look down, really thought a flower!
Slowly, the rain stopped.
You see, the flowers and grasses are like a fresh bath, put on a new brightly colored clothes, look so full of life. Just disappeared without a trace of the small animals, also from the four run out, they seem to compete to breathe this rain after the special fresh air. So, the world is noisy again.
The rain is pure and beautiful. It brings vitality 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 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 things of the inner character of the affirmation, firm belief in the appreciation of 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, which 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, not live, to live a wonderful life, live out of value, live out of dignity. Dignity to show their 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 countless reincarnations of the old days. The stone monument stood silently at the head of the village to watch hundreds of years of change, and the song remains the same.
★ The ancient wind with the ancient breath brushed the stone monument on the fuzzy handwriting, 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. Great aunt, brother-in-law, a distant relative is always better than a close neighbor ......" The ancient children's song floats back and forth in the air, reflecting countless reincarnations. The 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 heart in a jade pot
★ When the sunshine sprinkled over the earth, spring is here, the flowers bloomed, the birds sang, the world is 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 spring color?
★ Let us have a heart as high and pure as an iceberg, and a feeling as resolute as a green mountain, and use them to cognize this beautiful world and create a rich and splendid life!
Smoke mini eyes
★ Philosophers say that it is not a pair of shoes that affects your walk, but a grain of sand; similarly, it is not a wall that obscures your vision, but a wisp of smoke. --Title
Feelings are a very mysterious thing, like a wisp of smoke. I want to clench my hands tightly, but quietly slipped away from the fingers; want to close my mouth and swallow, but it is mischievous from the nostrils fluttering away. It is far away from the end of the world, near dazzling eyes, and it is this intangible material, sometimes will be trapped in our grazing mind.
★ "Smoke mini eyes", a beautiful and poetic song, the world needs to be touched, but more indispensable is reason, is the clarity of the clouds, is beyond the emotional transparency.
Who stole my feathers
★ "Oops, where are my feathers?" The little peacock got up early in the morning and screamed away, "Which one of you 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 and ask Principal Owl to take your feathers. The little white rabbit is terminally ill, her only hope is to be able 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. I was going to put it back tonight, but you are in such a hurry to go and ask Principal Owl, in which case both the White Rabbit and I will be punished."
The little peacock's eye frames moistened and two tears flowed down.
Uncovering the fog of the mind
★Trusting family and friends is human nature, and trusting others is a virtue, in the process of trust, happy and comprehensive, cognizant of this seemingly complex world.
Let reason preside over the verdict
★Worldly is a see-through net, wooden crystal eyes are inevitably blinded by the rolling dust, so that the tragedy is staged.
Today's friends may be tomorrow's enemies; after the smile of the look may be hidden hidden treacherous intentions; the closest people may send you to the bottom of the sea, hate forever.
The great Syrian prophet gave inspiration to all things not by sight, but by reason.
★ Maybe intimate feelings really is a kind of beauty, but in the cognitive perspective of things we have to be willing to let go of the beautiful far away, it is rationality that makes the iron brand to stay in the benevolent, it is rationality that makes the world still have that fairness.
The light of fact is better than the sword of Damocles. Let reason to pronounce the winner of the facts, let reason to preside over this right and wrong, good and evil judgment. Don't let the hypocrite's antics repeat themselves, don't let the years of "trouble" 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 boundary, often blinded your eyes." There is also an old Chinese saying, "A man will die for a friend who understands him, and a woman for one who pleases her." The difference in feelings is really enough to make a person mess up when making a choice.
★ The old saying: although the turtle life, there is the end of time. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was able to see it. However, a drop of water can penetrate the stone crack iron, a drop of water is light, but is infinite, never die. Being a human being, isn't it so? Life should bear the lightness of a drop of water, leaving behind the interference of emotional affinity, existence, number and so on. This is the life of a wise man.
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 young son of the pampered Zilan, so far away from the countryside, the head of the body is different, and for the posterity of ridicule also regretted a few decades.
When Zou Ji was praised by his concubines as "more beautiful than Xu Gong", he must have been happy. But fortunately, he was clear-headed, recognized the facts, but also came to the conclusion that "my wife's beauty of me, private me," the wise conclusion for the posterity of the praises to this day.
With the inductive method, it is not difficult to conclude that the words of relatives can not be trusted!
★ Then thought of Zheng Banqiao's aphorism: "It's hard to get confused." If someone wants you to help when the test, 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, gleefully ran to ask you for advice, you might as well immediately exclaim: "Wow, great!" In front of the pure emotion, wishful thinking, "lover's eyes out of the beauty", rare confused a time and 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 mercy." Therefore, in the cognition of things will be unconsciously attached to a strong personal feelings. So there is a "lover's eyes out of Xi Shi" 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 word of love?
Don't judge by the good and the bad
★ People have seven feelings, their own 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 faulted? We don't have to be harsh, however, we must not be.
Do not judge by good or bad, perhaps 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 a foreign country in the autumn night, I do not know the fragrance of osmanthus, ignore the wine mellow, hard to be so paranoid chanting a different flavor of the poem to a "moon is the hometown Ming." Simple, simple, light and shallow, but a word that breaks the mystery of heaven, explaining the marvelous scale between our emotions and cognition. Because of deep love, so paranoid.
★ "The moon is the hometown of Ming," the poet's voice through a thousand years of frost and night, said the most irrefutable reason for us. 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 the deep love, so paranoid.
Don't let the floating clouds cover your eyes
★ "I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, but only the fact that I am in this 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 the truth of the review of your knowledge.
★"Look across the mountains and see the peaks, near and far, different heights and different heights." Rational observation from all sides will help - we step through the misunderstanding of feelings, really recognize the complexity and variability of things. And in the most
high level of the unobstructed view, free from emotional restraints, 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 and white chub, swims like an arrow, perhaps only in a jet plane to catch up. The blackfish, that is a Hercules, than the wrestler, 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, live like a big boss.
Chickens eat worms, food bag bulging like a small ball, walking are swaying. Look at those hens, red under the chin, holding out a big belly, "cluck cluck", climbed to the grass nest to give birth to a treasure to go.
The sheep are eating the goo round, tail like a big upside down oil gourd, hanging on the buttocks, flap flap flap.
The bees, so diligent yo, rush like flying to and fro. The bee, hairy feet holding flower clusters, pollen, happy "buzz" straight yell, as if afraid that people do not know; to go to the bee, gauze like small wings 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 and yelling a large, like countless living and jumping flowers. Some of them flapped their wings and ran in the Wo Ping; some of them knocked each other's mouths, like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years.
Swarms of pigeons pecking on the road, frequently nodding, cooing, cooing, cooing, cooing, cooing, cooing, cooing, cooing, cooing, cooing and cooing.
The white and tender silkworm girl, ate a few days of mulberry leaves, and slept on the silkworm bed, took off the old clothes, put on new clothes, woke up, woke up, and from then on day by day, hair bright.
The white cockerel had white feathers all around, and the crown on his head was as red as blood, as if he were wearing a little red hat.
The great cockerel's crown was red like a red flower on top, and the sarcoma under his beak drooped like a pair of earrings hanging from it.
The big cockerel was covered with oily flower feathers, like wearing a brocade coat, and it called out, "Oh date oh!" It's like a golden trumpet player.
The white rooster put up the crown angrily flapped his wings, stretching his long neck arrow-like forward. Suddenly, with a strange cry, arching his back, the hairs on his neck spread out like a fan, he rose up in the air to pounce on the flower rooster.
The neighbor's rooster fled, but my rooster with a victor's gesture, looking like a triumphant general, in the yard, constantly circling, showing might.
The yellow rooster is singing at the top of his lungs, like a tenor singer making his debut.
In the distance came the sound of a piece of chicken crowing, one after another, a hundred and one, just like a fresh morning song, is to welcome the arrival of the dawn.
Look at the style of chicken grabbing food, disgusting, before and after the planing, left and right kick, lest they can not eat alone as greedy heart exposed
Waiting to open the door of the chicken nest, you see, this group of struggling chickens, not at all like a duck, is not modestly courteous in turn out, but crowded rubbing, and even with the flying call, and escape like a way to go.
I saw an egg slowly shook a little, and then heard the "beep" sound, the egg shell appeared above a small hole, and then emerged from the hole a sharp cream-colored beak, like silkworms eat mulberry leaves generally pecked at the egg shell, and slowly from the hole out of a hairy little chicken head.
The little chicken child is clumsy and light, walking like rolling and bouncing.
These chicks are fluffy, with short, dense feathers, one like a little cotton ball.
The ducklings have a very thin layer of flippers between each toe, connecting the toes together, and the two feet look like two small fans.
The most striking thing about the duckling is its flat and flat beak, which makes it look like a dustpan collecting soil when it eats.
The duckling teal, two webbing gently back pedal, like a small motorboat as steady forward swimming.
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 walks on the shore with a waddle, as if he has just learned to walk.
The female duck is like a shoulder draped with a home weaving brown striped scarf to pick up (duo) clean peasant woman. The big white duck is very fat, walking tail wagging, like an old lady.
Every day at noon, the big white duck is always a swing to the pool, like a diving athlete, "flutter", jumped into the water to wash up, 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.
Swarms of white geese floating on the water, like an open snow lotus.
The river was full of quietly floating white geese, with two soft red paws trailing behind them like a bow.
When the little white goose sleeps, the little neck is shortened, and that head is like sticking to it with velvet.
The feathers around the goose were white and flawless, and the pale yellow feet and flat round beak were like embedded in alabaster.
The pigeon's wings and tail are covered with long, hard plumes that open up like a folding fan.
The pigeon's feathers were gray, like a silver-gray coat; and there was a ring of golden feathers around its neck, like a beautiful and dazzling gold necklace around a young girl's neck.
The pigeon had white feathers like snow, reddish-brown beak, smart eyes, long legs, a pair of feet like chicken claws but no flippers. Standing there, pavilion, simply like an elegant and noble lady.
When the pigeon is standing still, it is like a handicraft in the store.
A large group of pigeons densely perched (qī) on the roof, cooing and cooing, it looks like the opening of a large silver-gray flowers.
The breeze blowing on the wire 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 set in the pentatonic score.
A group of white pigeons chirping in the air, as if in the blue sky suddenly under a white June snow.
The beautiful homing pigeons, at a fixed time every day, fluttered across the green sky like a flowing haze.
This group of oily black shiny fish eagles, with white fine silk-like feathers on their necks and a small hook on the tip of their slender beaks. When the cormorant fishing, like a torpedo, in the water desperately chasing the fish, the fish scared and lost their souls, fleeing haphazardly.
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 teeth like jade.
The white rabbit's eyes are red, like two sparkling rubies.
The white rabbit's tail is very short, like a small pom-pom ball attached to the buttocks, when jumping, a pout pout, can be interesting.
The rabbit bowed down and bounced on the ground with its hind legs, and then scurried out with a whimper, like a cloud 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, rolling in the water, full of money, doing whatever you want to do cheering up, splashing in the water
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