Rain fell from the sky. All of a sudden, goose feather rain fell from the sky. I went to a corner of the campus to feel the fragrance of nature.
A thin, long branch hung down from the air. When I looked up, I realized that it was not a branch, but the root of a banyan tree. Only it doesn't grow under the ground. The banyan tree is a symbol of prosperity, a kind of deity. Its thick body was y rooted into the deepest part of the soil. The banyan tree's rough, bumpy, hard bark gives me a sense of all the storms it has weathered. The turquoise leaves were more tender and delicate than one another. Thousands and thousands of green leaves make up the numerous and dense banyan tree.
Take a deep breath and smell the fragrance of the grass. That piece of grass is made up of millions of forgotten and trampled grass. The tender green grass, although not high, but can bend and stretch, a small grass in the breeze dancing, as if the rough sea, but also as if the wheat field on the wheat seedlings, golden waves approaching you. This wide grass, the green grass will make you feel the grass is soft and elastic, to lie down, is so comfortable, as if sleeping on a trampoline. The clouds in the sky stop moving at this moment and stop flowing in the fragrance of the grass. You will feel that you are no longer lying on the grass, but on the shore of the lake. The grass grows more tender and lush, and the lake is crystal clear. Drink a mouthful of sweet water, lying in the endless grass, look at the sky clouds floating past, listen to the wind "rustle" sound, the heart of the bitterness and worry will evaporate. The green grass makes you feel nature, and nature makes you feel comfortable.
Raindrops stick to the grass drop by drop, to feel the fragrance of grass, the aroma of nature ......
Walking in the Rain 2I don't know when, I occasionally saw a small drop of water on the window, I wondered, could it be that someone is washing things? But when I saw the small drops appear on the window one after another, I understood a few things - it was raining.
I slowly packed my schoolbag, through the crowded crowd, put up my umbrella, and walked into the sea of rain. Rain pattering down, not big, but steady and rhythmic, wherever it jumps, can dance a round dance. Look, "ding-dong" a jump to the pond, "bam" a jump to the gongs, "pop" fell on the umbrella... ...I walk and enjoy the rain in front of people happy, nested in the heart of the sadness is also dispersed.
Walking in the lane, my eyes firmly stared at the noisy road, the arrival of the rain, so that the car on the road invariably increased a lot of vehicles are gradually crowded, the sound of a wave of honking than a wave of "loud". On the contrary, the road motorcycle, electric car left, surrounded by either holding an umbrella, is to take the clothes to cover the rain people, see me dazzled.
The rain gradually became bigger, I can not help but accelerate the pace, do not care about the back of the double "abuse" of the schoolbag, to the direction of home quickly run. At this time, a motorcycle from my side and flew past, splashing countless small splashes, water droplets splashed my leg, I was angry straight stomping feet. Suddenly, a small drop of water fell on my forehead, cool and refreshing, instantly quenched my anger and moisturized my heart. I immediately felt a burst of coolness, the rain gradually became smaller, I paid a smile, put away the umbrella, strolling in the rain.
Back home, I looked out from my balcony, the road was still so crowded, and the honking of the sirens was still coming in waves, and I watched quietly, enjoying every drop of rain.
What is the feeling of walking in the rain, is it romantic or relief? Is it romantic or relieving? Is it sorrowful or joyful? Is it soothing or stressful? A rain, a person, maybe a picture, a mood.
I like to walk in the rain, because I like the feeling of the elf falling on the body - fresh, natural, unadulterated, at this time the world as if it is static, it is not anxious, so that people are also adapted to this light rain. Whenever this time, I would have been undulating heart to calm down, in a seemingly unavoidable rain slowly clean up the mood, and re-walking in their accustomed life.
Once again, I held an umbrella walking in the rain, listening to the sound of raindrops on the umbrella, as if the crystal is also integrated into the bright colors, it is colorless and tasteless, but deep into the heart, like knocking on the door, drip drip drip buckle your heart, pull out all your worries, wash your mood, wash the dust for you, to see clearly to reach out to the road ahead.
I do not know from when I have a heart, people often say, growing up means, closed a door opened a window. Gradually, that a bunch of worries, growing up, the pressure of learning, no reason to bring sadness ...... one by one invaded me, this inner silence sometimes let me close to collapse. At this time I hope that a rain ah, because the world in the rain in the packing of an old model, to create a new model. In the rain, I walk alone in the shadow, how the mood is soothing. Let the rain wash my mind, wash away my worries, sadness ......
I see the rain in the fresh and bright world, I feel the rain caressing the face of the wet, I listen to the rain seems to be like a heavenly music. In that rain, I was intoxicated, the drizzle hazy, I saw the light in the rain, it was the rainbow that the sky showed at the beginning of the drizzle.
Ask the flowers in the rain, the flowers do not speak, I walked quietly, experience that if there is no rain, in fact, where is the rain, but only my mood without clothes.
Walking in the Rain 4Drip Drip Drip ------ Early in the morning, the rain and the breeze kept tapping on the window. This made me look towards the window, only to see a grain of crystal clear pearls set on the glass, and a bunch of shooting stars crossing the traces, and the crunchy ear accompaniment.
Is this an invitation to a rain show? I think so, I picked up my umbrella and headed out the door. At this time, the rain slowed down, a new look in front of me, everything in the world as if after the rain became more colorful: the leaves of the trees are green and glowing, the tarmac is like a piece of quiet mirror, the houses on both sides of the road, the trees, poles, flowers and grasses are in the mirror to shine themselves. The duckling is the most adorable, looking at himself in the mirror as if to say: Who is this? How come it looks so much like me?
Closer to go, a drop of dew from the leaf stalk slowly flow leaf tip, into my eyes, into my heart, can not distinguish between transparent or green, white, red, light, purple for a while this color, a moment and that color, think for a long time can not come up with an answer. Perhaps, in your heart it is this color, but it is another color in the hearts of others, today it is this color, tomorrow and change, today it is white and flawless, another day it is dark and incomparable, but it is how to change there is also an original form, with the same things in life.
Slowly raised his head, and found that the umbrella has been covered with star-like pearls, from a distance, bright crystal, from close to see, or so crystal clear. A big pearl fell on my head, and there is no pain, the feeling is gentle, but after the tenderness will feel a special cold feeling surging to the heart, this is actually want to retain me or want me to go?
Walking in the rain 5
Early in the morning, a ticking sound of the rain will wake me up, I opened my hazel eyes to look out the window. It was silent outside, so quiet that you could hear the heartbeat of the rain, and I just watched in awe as the rain fell silently in front of me, one drop, softly, one drop, dashingly, and one drop, briskly, so colorful that I couldn't help but reach out my hand, wanting to get closer to him, to touch him, to feel him.
After a while, the ticking rain turned into a drizzle, so gentle that I couldn't help but want to embrace him and kiss him, I put on my clothes, ran to the yard, opened my arms, tilted my head, closed my eyes, and listened with my heart to the heartbeat of the rain and his touch.
I strolled alone on the wet country road, looking to the green grass on both sides, as if dancing and singing with the drizzle. I so wanted to join them, and sing and dance with them, but I was afraid of disturbing them, and could only quietly `watch from the side, and slowly feel them.
Seeing the free fall of rain from the sky, is so elegant, I can not help but also want to do one of them, although life is very short. But once dashing, although the power of a drop of rain is very weak, but a long time, more raindrops, there will be unlimited power. The spirit of the raindrops also can not help but let me think of now selfless people, with their own meager power to create our homes, do their part to protect our homes, a person's power is small, but 1.4 billion people are united, our power is very powerful.
I would like to be a drop of fine rain to water the small piece of land that belongs to me,
Walking in the Rain 6Raindrops outside the window accumulated one by one, two days in a row of heavy rain, who makes the sky cry so sad, who makes the original blue sky become so gray, in the end who?
Out of the school gate is crowded road, the vehicles coming and going laughter, groups of students and in the door anxiously waiting for the parents of the students it, raindrops fell on my body face, the breeze blew through the leaves rustle, cool wind blowing across the cheeks, comfortable, around the people have braced the hands of the umbrella, the rain hit on the umbrella, tick tock, popping out of a brisk music, and the rain is not a good idea, but it's a good idea. Coughing also joined in, the quiet road became noisy.
Others chose to hold up the umbrella, but I chose to put down the hands of the umbrella, walking in the rain, to appreciate the gift of nature so beautiful rain and wind flowers, making this road more poetic. Leaves fall on the ground, a foot on the rustle, occasionally a few drops of rain fell on the head, look up, everywhere is gray, a drop of naughty water droplets fell on my eyes, vision became blurred.
In these groups of people, I look extraordinarily small, stride forward, continue to walk, the rain became smaller and smaller, it seems that the mood of the sky has improved, right, the branches of the birds crisp chirping makes the mood is very good, the flower beds in the leaves on the petals of the crystal water droplets can be seen everywhere, crystal clear very lovely.
Different choices signal the experience of different things, in others choose to umbrella, I chose to walk in the rain, see is different, extraordinarily beautiful world, I really hope that the good weather will come soon it, and later often rainbow after the rain, more people look forward to.
It's the time of the hibernation, when the rain falls in the city of Shencheng.
It was a cold morning.
I was alone with my umbrella and stepped carefully on the muddy stone road, fearing that my shoes and socks would get wet. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a rush hour, and I saw one or two motorized vehicles and bicycles speeding by. I had to stop in front of a puddle of water to prevent my pants from getting wet, so I let the car go first.
It was not easy to walk to the entrance of the school. Next to the campus avenue, two rows of lush French sycamore, in the rain and fog shrouded more and more valiant, palm-sized leaves such as the stars of the night shimmering. Walking under the trees, cold on one or two large raindrops smashed down, the weight of the umbrella suddenly increased, my hand was a bit unable to hold.
When I passed by the ten-story building of Tianjiabing Teaching College, I could vaguely hear the beautiful singing. I took off my MP3 headphones and tried to find the sound of that song. The rain pattered, drowning out all sound. I stopped and carefully explored with my ears, but still only the sound of rain filled my ears.
I was slightly disappointed, and then gave up. I put my headphones back on and continued my walk in the rain.
Soon, I came to the basketball court. The green wire fence separates the court, no boys running and jumping, showing a rare quiet. The green cement field, covered with puddles of different sizes, like a strange mirror, glittering.
Soon, paced in front of a row of small stores. Most were not yet open for business. The print store, with its cramped space and occupied by a few large machines, was a stark contrast to the adjacent spacious, empty, brightly lit student supermarket.
After reviewing the small stores, I came to the sixth student dormitory. Here has always been the courier's territory, in the past, large and small parcels were randomly and messily piled up on the side of the road, waiting for online shopping students to come to claim. Today, there is only an empty red square canopy, in the rain under the sycamore tree standing alone and thin, so pathetic.
Turn a corner and come to the lofty science building. I drilled into the eaves of the first floor, closed the umbrella, and shook the water droplets on the surface of the umbrella outward. I couldn't help but turn around and take one last look at this drizzly campus, feeling that she was so charming ......
Walking in the Rain 8The wind stopped and the rain started again. This dusk accompanied by a drizzle, I romantic swing in the rain, feel the cool summer rain brought me a slight coolness. Walking from the fields to the river, and then from the river to the alley, each place brings me a different feeling, each place brings me the same feeling.
Walking in the field, suddenly felt the rain fall to the ground and melt in the sea, but she still did not hesitate to rush to the earth. Summer rain has no regrets, because she cleaned the trees more and more green; because she watered the red flowers; because she moisturized the thirsty wheat fields.
Standing in the green wheat field, I seem to be in a fairyland on earth in general, isolated from the world, only this thick wheat with me as a companion, so that I have to sigh: this situation is only because of the sky, where on earth a few times to see!
Walking in the small river, see the bottom of the clear river surface that a circle of ripples, my heart lake is exceptionally calm. At once, I felt refreshed, my mood was incredibly happy, as if all the unpleasantness all ran away to the clouds. For a while, the heart is like water.
With this watery mood, I strolled to the alley, and the rain seemed to wash away all the dirt in the world as if to wash the pepper-red roof. After this fine rain wash, let this originally clean street added a touch of freshness, let this old alley added a sense of haze.
Look! The rain drifted down from the sky like ten thousand silver threads, and the eaves of the roofs fell in rows of droplets, like beautiful beaded curtains. Unfortunately, in such a beautiful moment, the surrounding is empty, yes, everyone has different fun. Walking in the rain is my pleasure. And in the summer twilight walking in the rain in the quiet village is a very pleasant thing!
This is the charm of the rain, the rain is like Angie's tears, people walking in the rain, may you always be happy.
Walking in the rain9The rain is drifting in the air, quite a bit of spring feeling. Recall that the terrible scene, can not help but a little creepy, the heart of the grievances and can tell with whom to listen. The road, so long, not to extend forward, and now, the only way to walk slowly, in order to alleviate the sadness and indignation in my heart.
The scene just now in front of my eyes like a movie flashed.
"What are you hiding from me?!" She was grim at the beginning, and I couldn't figure out why she was so angry even after a million thoughts turned through my mind.
"What ......" I was silent.
Without being able to think about it much, a familiar book flashed before my eyes. "Where have I seen this book before, Ben? Excerpt book? Ah, Ben, it's my diary." I muttered in a small voice.
"Where's the test paper? Show it to me, 71 marks and you have the nerve to write it in your diary ......" she did it again, a trick I hate.
I still chose to remain silent.
A sharp cracking sound stabbed at my eardrums. It was certain that she had read my diary. The poor diary had been in two halves ever since, a record of my tears and laughter, but now it was all vetoed by her at once.
I looked at her with a slightly amused gaze, and tears of aggravation ran down my face in two small rivulets.
"Crying, is crying good enough? You thought we wouldn't know if you hid your test papers, didn't you?" She sneered.
"Even if it's my fault, even if I deserve to be criticized, what about you? You're right for peeking in my diary?" I started to growl, but had stopped crying.
"What are you yelling for, you have a point? I'm doing this for your own good!"
The tears, which had stopped, were aroused again by her words, and I could no longer control them.
The second tear, like the sea water.
Love me? I'm still more convinced that it's an excuse, the single best excuse that can deprive me of my privacy.
I walked aimlessly, letting the rain and tears dissolve ......
Walking in the Rain 10I like to walk in the rain, the drizzle can make my heart become serene. I don't know when the road under my feet has all turned into a concrete road.
When I was in elementary school, the road was soft, it was water and mud, and the road surface was not flat, there were always some potholes. The road was only big enough for one person to pass through, and you had to be very careful when you rode your bike through there, fearing that you might fall down if you didn't pay attention. When it rains, the rain collects in the hollows, forming a puddle, the wheel rolls over, often splashing feet high waves of mud, people walking on the side of the road will be thrown all over the mud point. I walk on this road every day, sunny days are covered with dust, rainy days are covered with mud, shoes are not clean one day. If I was unlucky enough to get water in my shoes, I could hardly go home to change them, and my wet shoes would be sticky when I walked, making a "squeaky-squeaky" sound, which was distracting to listen to. At that time, I absolutely did not have that kind of walking leisurely.
Now the road is a real concrete road, although the walk up to the hard, but the ground is flat, can accommodate two small cars side by side through. People ride their bicycles on this road and feel solid. Even when it rained, you didn't have to worry about splashing mud. As I grew older, I fell in love with walking in the rain. Drizzle, as if the sky covered with a thin layer of fog, the grass also took the opportunity to drink enough water, vigorously upward, the roadside flowers are also traveling on the road to the pedestrians continue to give a smile, so that every pedestrian is happy. Oh!!!
I love the poetic feeling, the only thing that can make me love walking in the rain is a flat concrete road.
Walking in the rain11This morning, I went for a walk, and unexpectedly it started to rain, so I put up a small umbrella and continued to walk in the rain.
The sky was drizzling with rain, hitting my face coolly and softly like silk. In the distance, the fog filled the air, as if in a fairyland. In the lilac forest, lilac flowers compete in color, red sun like fire, purple quietly bloom, reminds me of a famous poem: a hundred red and purple fight Fangfei. The fragrance of lilac flowers is fascinating, even in the distance can be smelled, the fragrance of the sky, the rich tea flavor intoxicated.
Down a slope, came to the birch forest, birch trees full of small eyes, set off the perennial invariable snow-white clothes, more beautiful. Birch trees have grown young leaves, green glowing, green bright, so that the birch forest is a few points more green.
Continue to walk, saw the rock wall grass, rock wall like a sailor, guard grass, do not let people trample. Now the rock face is covered with dust, and has become a paradise for spiders to play. In people's eyes, the rock wall let people look down on, but in my eyes, the rock wall but set off the beauty of the grass, so that the grass is better care.
Finally, in the artificial forest, the rain was much lighter. The trees in the artificial forest are lush and green, and after a few spring rains, they are even more leafy. Summer here is a good place to shield the sun, the rain out of its pleasant tambourine, and sand hammer, hit the leaves, umbrella snapping sound, dew out of its thick bass drum, keep tapping, three instruments together, very rhythmic, like a song. It was as if I was strolling through the temple of music, walking elegantly.
On the way home, when the rain stopped, I would think about the beauty of the scene just now, which made me once again intoxicated by the beauty of the scene.
Walking in the Rain 12The sky slowly darkened, a cool wind blew my hair and the corners of my coat, and the drizzle slanted down, blurring my eyes.
Out the door, quietly strolling along the country road, letting the rain soak my clothes. I don't care about the coolness of my skin, let my heart slowly fall silent, silent until the rain is over, falling on the ground are heard, light and soft.
Along the way, the rain floated, moisturizing the soil, moisturizing the grass. There was a ripple in the pond where the breeze was blowing. Scattered flat grasses follow the waves, stranded on the shore.
Walking through the fields, there is a rainy mist in front of you, a little green. This is life just breaking through the earth. The fine rain baptizes them and makes them wet. There are white and yellow cauliflowers with crystalline droplets on their petals, which look extra fresh and lovely.
Down the road was a bamboo forest with thin trunks swaying in the wind. Into the depths of the bamboo forest, the air is filled with the fragrance of bamboo leaves and the smell of rain. The thick bamboo leaves cover the dark sky and support the green sky. Occasionally, a few drops of water will fall at your feet, playing one note at a time.
Along the way, I saw the floating of the duckweed, the vitality of the shoots, and the emptiness of the bamboo forest. But even if it was beautiful, so what? Under the cover of dark clouds, all the scenery has lost its original color, shrouded in a thick layer of mist.
Unconsciously, I returned to the original starting point. The rain stopped and the clouds dispersed. Looking up at the clear sky, I couldn't find a single shadow just now. Only the rain is still dripping from my hair, telling me everything, just like a dream.
Perhaps the last second of sadness prepares for this moment of clearing!
Walking in the rain 13Rain is also water, invisible and transparent, touching, catching. The ancients used to call it "holy water", which can protect people's lives. Now, the water is everywhere, but also do not feel cherished. So, have you ever tasted the flavor of walking in the rain?
One day, on a whim, looking at the pouring rain outside, the rain hit the ground uncontrollably, the windows mottled with rain stains. The body unconsciously stepped out of the house, holding an umbrella, strolling in the rain. Because of the rain's moisturizing, the surrounding trees appear more green and upright, flowers are delicate, petals appear a hint of bewitching, the ground large and small puddles, as if there are frogs and earthworms patronized.
The whole road, there is no one, I am the only one here. It seems that the world is mine, but I do not dare to have. The heart is cool and cold, even the sun can not give me warmth, because I do not need. The wind swept across my face, the piercing cold wind seemed extra cold. The body wearing thin clothes, but not cold, because already do not care. Fortunately, my parents are not at home, or see my silly look and say.
The cloudy sky and hazy rain seem to be the reason why God is in a bad mood today. Bad day, bad weather, let me lose my soul like losing the umbrella. The small umbrella, eroded by the rain, gradually became transparent. The clean clothes on my body, penetrated by the rain, that cold feeling immediately spread all over my body, the bad day suddenly made me feel that this may be a kind of release. Tilting my head up, feeling the comfort of the rain, what cold, what cold, now for me are all floating clouds. From time to time, people passed by me, talking about something, I think they were talking about me. Wet all over the body, like a bath, hair and from time to time drop a few drops of rain.
The rain is gradually small, God seems not angry, put away the gloomy face, sent the sunshine smile, as if there is a rainbow! Sort out your clothes, pick up your umbrella, and go home.
The rain, so rain, sometimes pouring, sometimes pattering.
It's raining, those countless flower-like umbrellas, beautiful city, also beautiful people's sight.
Holding an umbrella and walking slowly, shuttling between countless umbrellas and umbrellas, under the umbrellas, no one to see who's face, across the rain, are blurred. Like this flat look at everything, and do not like to lower their heads, miss this let people ignore the raindrops.
Some people always like the rainy season, saying that the rain can remind people of things that they don't often think of and can't recall. A song? That song that reminds you when it rains. I always look for that song and put it on and listen to it with my mind racing. A song like that hides a story, a story so far away it seems like it can never be touched. This story is so close, as if it happened yesterday, think about it, it's still sweet, it's still bitter, that flavor, always remember it. These are under the umbrella, over and over again cycle.
Raindrops on the leaves, sliding down the leaves, washing the dust of the leaves, washing away all the lead. Raindrops on the flowers, the petals shivered, caused the delicate, coated with a wash of fragrance. Raindrops in the water pool, ripples.
High up the umbrella up, along the umbrella handle, looking up, this transparent rain and sky **** spell a color, across the transparent umbrella, just see the sky separated by a few interesting small grid, and nothing else.
Turn around, with the umbrella turned in a circle, dumped a rain dew. Rain and umbrella, and the crisp sound of rain, colorful and magnificent piece, it is too wonderful for words.
Sometimes I think, today's walk in the rain, is a luxury dream?
Today is a beautiful day with clear skies, wind and sunshine. There is no sign of the thunder and lightning, heavy rain and pouring rain of yesterday. Looking at such a wonderful scenery, I can't help but think of yesterday's walk in the rain ......
After school that day, I went to class near the Shanghai Stadium. When I was waiting for the bus, the sky was drizzling. I thought to myself, "This is a little bit of rain, but it's going to stop in a little while," he said. When I was in the car, there was a loud clap of thunder, followed by a flash of lightning that cut through the sky. Shortly afterward, soybean-sized raindrops fell from the sky and hit the ground with a crackling sound. I sat in the perfect seat to enjoy the rain (in fact, it is not just a seat in front), watching the rain hit a small car next to me, splashing droplets, as if the car has a silver protective cover.
The car continued to drive forward, the rain continued to hit the ground, the car, the roof of the ...... sky competing with a hint of red. I thought: I hope to reach the terminal when the rain can stop. But the weather is not favorable, down when the rain is even heavier, I only have an umbrella, so I ran to the next bakery with my great-grandmother first, and then I went to pick up my grandmother.
It took less than half a minute, and we were all - without exception - soaked to the skin. I took my jacket off and looked at the storm. The curtain of rain was so dense that it was as if the mountains were covered with a cicada-like white veil.
After an hour, the rain still had no intention of stopping, and the water had risen to the shore. The first time I saw a car, I saw a car, I saw a car, I saw a car, I saw a car, I saw a car. 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. I haven't walked barefoot on the road yet! After the rain scrubbed the ground free of hard little rocks, it was easy to walk up. , I nearly fell when I got to the opposite sidewalk. I was smart enough to use one foot to detect the "enemy" and look for a place I could see to get to the shore. As I walked, the sky turned blue and there was lightning! The first time I saw this, I had to go to the beach and see if I could get to the beach.
It was not easy to reach the school, put a leg hanging in the sink to wash his feet. The foot is numb and painful, I guess I was too hard when I crossed the traffic light.
The first time I walked in the rain, I felt really good. Everyone says it's good to walk on a gravel road, so I did it once. But I hope I don't have to do another walk in the rain.