Rain sprinkles from the air to all corners, and the raindrops are very much like a crystal clear pearl, which is beautiful to look at.
The raindrops fell from the eaves, walls, and leaves as if they were beads with broken strings, and finally joined together to form water columns. The wind whistled and the rain fell in torrents.
Close up, there is not even a single figure on the street, white flowers are all water, it is almost like a flowing river, which is competing to be the first to open the countless water flowers; from a distance, the buildings and trees are all 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 on the road found a shelter, the rain began to fall. Rain more and more big, soon like the pouring of the same, look at the air of the rain is really 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 water bubble, and the small water bubble looked like a small transparent hat.
Look carefully at the rain into a small hat process, really interesting! 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.
. Rain sentiments From last night onwards it has been raining, pattering, points hit down, originally, should be very sentimental. But the thought of rain stained flowers, red scattered fragrance withered, there are a few poignant, more a few sentimental.
I know countless people love the rain, write rain rain rain article is a great deal like smoke, but I am also ultimately a person who likes the rain, the rain has a different feeling, but also wrote. Rain, in the eyes of different people, has a different view; as in the eyes of the landscape, a thousand people have a thousand landscapes.
The rain, some people like, some people hate, some people sigh, some people crazy, different feelings. Rain is also like flowers and trees, whether it can become a landscape, but also depends on people's mood.
A long drought with rain, no matter in whose eyes, is a beautiful; and obscene rain fall, dike break flooding, and who is not upset about it? However, the rain is rain, it is not because you love to come, but also not because you hate to go more go, not to mention not through the storm, you can not see the splendor of the rainbow; no rainy day clouds, there is no sunny day sunshine brilliant. Jiangnan is rainy, and was born in the rainy Jiangnan I can not say that the rain is familiar with; according to should have long been familiar with the blind, indifferent.
But I have a surprise and novelty about rain. Every rainy day, always love to wander in the rain, let the sweet and pure and rain sprinkled on my body, soaked into my skin; drenched in the dust and darkness of my mind, so that the mood has become clean and bright up.
Rain is a gift from above, a sweet spring of the world, it makes everything lush, a piece of life; if there is no rain, then what would the world be like? Desert all over the place, dust storms raging, sand flying; no birds, hard to find the shadow of the beasts, and even a trace of greenery can not be found, life is also fading here, it would be how horrible and terrible ah. The rain of the four seasons is also different because of the different seasons, the change of seasons and different.
Spring rain is considered the most wonderful and delicate, like a young maiden singing like a shy and delicate; spring rain is also the most literati favorite. "Good rain knows the season, when the spring is happening", "Tianjie fine rain moist", "apricot blossom spring rain Jiangnan" and other famous lines, is the praise of the spring rain.
The watery woman in "Rainy Lane" is probably bathed in spring rain. The most enthusiastic is the summer rain, it is like a strong man spilled hot sweat, with a kind of hearty pain; fierce, and go fast, dry and crisp, never dragged the mud.
It is not only watering the fields, moisturize the seedlings, but also in the hot summer, for people to bring a silk cool. The people are well aware of its merits and demerits.
And with a slight coolness of the autumn rain, it is another taste in the heart. It is bleak and cold, Fay Wei depression, said it is the youth is gone, no longer the sigh of the grieving woman, it is very apt.
"On the dashing evening rain sprinkled river sky, a wash of autumn. Gradual frost winds are tight, Guanhe cold fall, the residual light when the building, passing things Huahua rest.
But the Yangtze River water, speechless eastward flow." In the autumn rain, Liu Yong's mood is how bleak and helpless.
Li Yi-an in her "Autumn Love" is also like to tell her loneliness, sadness, grief, "Sycamore more and fine rain, to dusk, dots and dashes. This time the first, how a word of sadness!"
In fact, the first time I saw this, it was a very sad word.
In fact, people's sadness, happiness, anger, sadness, and rain and how relevant? Winter rain does not seem to see, fewer people like. But I think it is like a broken wrist without frowning, never return to the strong man spilled a few drops of tears, with a kind of cold, perseverance, sadness and heroism.
Let people can not help but heartily give birth to a few respect. The world's flashy hustle and bustle, the favor, need us to treat it with a normal heart, for the rain is no different, only to remove the impatience, more calm, in order to taste its interesting and poetic situation, feel its subtlety and beauty.
At the time I wrote these words, the rain is still falling, I can not help but give birth to a few points of sadness spring spring feelings to, unknowingly deep spring, silent summer. Youth is not so slowly aging well, the dream is also so quietly fade away ...... 2. Moonlight children giggled, they jumped happily jump, the head of the small straw hat also jump jump, around the woods and the river also jump jump.
The moon girl blushed, covered her face, and smiled, and her hidden heart must have jumped and danced behind the clouds. The heavenly gold, the heavenly rain of moonlight, from the top of the head to the roots of the feet, from the outside to the inside, from the bones to the soul, are all golden, are all transparent, are all as pleasant as green and as cool as ice chips.
The children stole a few tops of lotus leaves, with which they caught the golden sprite, and the sprite rolled about joyfully. The children want to put up the moonlight rain, and wait for next spring planted in the ground to let them germinate, blossom, and bear a tree full of moonlight rain, and then give these golden fruits to the little ones, to the teachers of the kindergarten ...... Roof Listening to the Rain "Prose" Whenever it is rainy season, think of the eaves listening to the rain, don't have a sense of beauty, although it is not like the swirling play of the creeks and rivers, the sandy beach The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
2. About the heroic poemJiangcheng Zi The teenager has a young man wild, defy Kunlun, laugh at Lvliang. I've been working on this for years, but I'm not sure how much I'm going to get out of it. The fire is then refined for two hundred days, and the blade breaks the diamonds. A young eagle is flying in full plumage, wearing a thunderbolt and proud of the sun. The wind is singing, not afraid of snow, ice and frost. I want to go up to the blue sky to catch the sun and the moon, pouring the East China Sea, washing the dry sky and the sky. The summer stanza (Li Qingzhao) was born as a man of honor, and died as a ghost.
To this day, I think of Xiang Yu, not willing to cross the river east. The Song of the Great Wind (Liu Bang) The great wind rises and the clouds fly, Wei Jia Hai Nei Ruoxi return to their hometowns, An get fierce soldiers Ruoxi guard the four sides will enter the wine Li Bai You do not see the Yellow River water from the sky, the flow to the sea will never come back.
You don't see the sad gray hair in the mirror, like green silk in the morning and snow in the evening. The first thing you need to do in life is to be happy, so don't make the golden bottle empty to the moon.
The natural talent is very useful, a thousand gold is scattered again and again.
The world's most important thing is to have a good time, and to be able to do that.
Cen Fu Zi, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, the cup does not stop. I'll sing a song with you, and ask you to listen for me.
The bells and drums and jade are not expensive, but I wish to be drunk for a long time. All the sages of the past are lonely, but only the drinkers have left their names.
In the past, when King Chen feasted on Pingle, he drank 10,000 cups of wine and made merry. The king of Chen used to have a banquet in Pingle, and the wine was 10,000 kilograms.
The five horses, the thousand furs, and the beautiful wine, are all the same to you, and we can all share the same sorrows.
White silk scarf, yellow dust, I do not know my generation is the people of Artemisia? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it! I would like to drink a big bucket of wine, so that I can live a long life, and my temples will always be green. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what you are doing and how you are doing it.
The last voice can send the song of the autumn wind, things have gone a thousand years still hate to urge. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes and a pair of shoes that you can wear! The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I saw a girl.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, soughing like a shooting star. The first step is to kill a man, and the second step is not to leave the line.
After the incident, I whisked my clothes away and hid my body and name. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it.
The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you.
After the eyes and ears were dazzled, we were all together. The first one was to save Zhao, and Handan was the first to be shocked.
The two heroes of a thousand years have enjoyed a great fame in the city of Da Liang. The first was a man who had been a hero to the world, and the second was a man who had been a hero to the world.
Who can write your book, white head of Tai Xuan Jing? Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" angry hair, with the appendage, the rain breaks. Lift up your eyes, look up to the sky and whistled long and strong with the intense.
Thirty years of fame and dust, 8,000 miles of clouds and the moon. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get a new one.
Jingkang shame, not yet snow; the regret of the subjects, when to extinguish. The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the things that I've done in the past.
The strong ambition to hunger for meat from the captives and laugh about thirst for Hun blood. The first thing you need to do is to clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning.
Toward the sky.
The remaining winds are exciting and will last for generations to come, and they will travel to Fusang and hang on to the stone's arm. The next generation will be able to pass this on to the next generation, and the next generation will be able to pass this on to the next generation, and the next generation will be able to pass it on to the next generation.
Su Shi "Red Cliff"; "Jiangchengzi - Mizhou hunting" old man chatting about teenage madness. The left side of the yellow, the right side of the Cang, brocade hat and sable fur, a thousand riders rolled Pinggang.
In order to repay the city with the governor, I personally shot the tiger and watched Sunlang. I was so drunk that my heart was still open.
What's the harm if my temples are slightly frosty! I will draw my bow like the full moon and look northwest to shoot the wolf in the sky. 1. Dongpo Yin The world is proud of the fact that there is no heavenly danger in the world, and the great river goes east and never returns. 2.
Poetry is the love of the great north of the river, the paintings of the great south of the river. The atmosphere is great, the momentum is great, the righteousness is great.
The two of them often meet in their dreams, and wake up hundreds of years apart. 2. Kunlun Where do you want to go to find elegant training? The first is the one that is not in the center of the world, the second is the one that is not in the center of the world.
In the wind, the Kunlun roc is a big bird, and in the rain, the swallow is light and handsome. I want to ride the wind and show off my talents to the highest level.
Sweeping away the evils of the world, I can get rid of the hatred of a thousand years of the gentleman. 3. Liangzhou Song The ten thousand scrolls of the holy books are at your disposal, and you always realize that the source of your heart is extremely spiritual.
The first time I saw this is when I was a young man, and I was a young woman, and I was a young woman, and I was a young woman. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I was in the middle of the night.
4. Fishing in the Wei Shui The sky is the limit for finding good news, and the world is a vast place without a heart. The most important thing to remember is that you have to be a good friend, and you don't need to be a good friend to be a good friend.
The heroes of the past are generous, and they are willing to spill their blood to write about their youth. 5. The spring mountain travel picture miserable years into the dream remote, wandering the four seas sad silent chat.
The wind flow is with the Kunpeng go, I face the wall empty long whistle. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
The road is narrow, the ditch is deep and the pines are long, and the beads are broken and splashed in the dream. The mountain temples and monasteries are all shocked by the shadow of a flying shadow in the sky, and they play the morning bells urgently to strengthen the color of the trip, and recite the Buddha's trumpet to help the outstanding.
7. Su Wu shepherds the sheep, and looks at his hometown, not seeing the Great Wall, ten thousand miles long. I'm not sure if I'll ever see the Great Wall, but I'm looking forward to the arrival of a letter from the flying Buddha.
The koto is playing in the autumn festival, the iron man without tears is also sad. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I can serve my country with my life, and I can do that at the end of the day. 8. Dark Fragrance I am not in love with the world's beautiful places, and I went to the cold mountain alone to be proud.
The wild ride over the top of the world, the fragrance of the cold, nine thousand miles. The sunlight shines through 10,000 feet of mountain, and the martyrdom of a thousand years of history.
I was born to fight the snow in winter, and I'm happy to report it to the people. 9. Where in the world can you find a beautiful woman? The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I was in the middle of the night.
The immortal guest wants to return to the world, and the farmer has to forget about it. The only way to get to the top of the list is to get to the top of the list, and to the top of the list is to get to the top of the list.
Who says there is no spring color in three winters, the iceberg is high up in the sky. 10. God of War Bai Qi After the flowers, no words, the grass is fat, how can we know that there is no thunder outside the sky? The world is full of demons, and I can't bear to see the rats and mice call themselves thieves.
The stars fell from the sky, and 100,000 righteous men followed. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid.
11. Tai Kung Fugu The Heavenly Court is a place where Xuanwu is transported, and the evil gods and goddesses have their feet in the air. The gods are so powerful that they have been traveling for millions of years, and the sky is full of horses.
The art and skill of the Emperor is very great, and the greater good will of the people is very great. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it. The sun, the moon, and the stars shine on the center of the sky.
12. Tianshan Xing (In Memory of Lin Zexu) The heart is clean and loves the snow on Tianshan Mountain, and he is ashamed to discuss his merits and demerits with the thieves. I have heard that the great and the good have abandoned their posts, but I have not seen the tide falling in the East China Sea.
I can't bear to see the strong man lose his hatred, and I don't want to ask the sky to hang the sun and the moon. The world is small in the eyes of the giants, but the world is wide in the hearts of the heroes.
13. The Wutai Poem Even if there is a dragon that rises from the sea, it is difficult to give a heroic sacrifice to Wutai. The evil slaves are barking at Yao and Shun, and all the people are sighing for the good talent.
I vow to turn my pipe into a long sword and kill all the wolves and jackals in the world. If there is a day of triumph in the future, I will come back again.
14.Hui Lan Gui Depression ten years beams pouring, angry waves suddenly from the gall. A cavity of bravery through the sun and moon, suspected to be a rainbow into eagle.
The great show of scripture to mend the hands of the sky, exciting whip to drive Lei Gong. The world's most important thing is to be able to see and hear the world's most important things.
15. B汩罗江 初闻新作已忘归，字字落地皆生辉. The first time I heard of it, I forgot to return to it.
The heavens are not angry, but they are powerful.
The heavens are not angry with us, but they are powerful.
16.
3. Seek modern poem verses about rain1. "Rain in Heaven" Lead-colored clouds buried the sunlight Dark corners alone sadness Church bells Wake up the sleeping heart White feathers struggling to escape the devil's hand Angel's tears Drops down the ocean Gently beat Soothe the wounded wings 2. "The sound of the rain" I like to stand in front of the window and listen to the rain In the quiet night, the sound of the drip drip drip like a happy note The sound of the rain ticking in the quiet of the night and the smell of it always reminds me of my yellowed past before my eyes The past is gone, but what will never fade away are the thoughts and hopes in my heart The sea is wide and the sky is clear, so where can I go to look for my lost dreams The sound of the rain ticking in the quiet of the night and the sound of it jumping in my ears is a mischievous song What is haunting my dreams is the story of you and the light of day 3. A rain and another rain are queuing up, waiting for a snow to sue God, and I, the river, but not the water on the trail, not yet the afternoon tea on the shore, spring has become an unpredictable predicament, and I, the river, can't pull myself out of it, and a rain and another rain are queuing up, waiting for a snow to sue God, and I, the river, can't pull myself out, and a rain and another rain are queuing up, waiting for a snow to sue God, and I, the river, can't pull myself out, and a rain and another rain are queuing up, waiting for a snow to sue God. I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I have understood the whole of life I have understood the whole of life I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I have understood the whole of life I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain I like to listen to the rain In the long rainy night, the water on the window pane falls down, connecting the wooden lattice of the window frame with the disappointment of the glass, and falls on the edge of the building into four or five crystal petals, and falls on the broken thoughts in the pool of the heart, and ripples expanding along the earth's veins, can really cut off the latitude lines between heaven and earth, and the thoughts of the weaver weaving all night long will be shattered like gold and jade, and it will surely be wet tomorrow, and the light of the penthouse that has always been on, is really the switch broken, and it's not the switch that is broken, and it is not the switch that is broken. She used to sleep with the light on, so innocent that she wanted to see the person in her dreams, and in her long thoughts, her sleepless eyes were swollen, but they shone a light of hope for the rainy night walkers, the stormy night windows, the stars disappeared outside the light, and I knew it was going to rain all night again. The girl who walks with an umbrella in the rain quietly appears through the crowds, wandering in the rainy street. I approach the girl, not daring to look at her in the hazy night, not daring to say, "Girl, she's sad, or she's grieving." She paces quietly on the street with no pedestrians, still singing a beautiful song, and she's still walking with her head. It was raining, and in the stillness of the street, I met this quiet girl, with her long dark hair, walking under the streetlight, nodding slightly to me, but not greeting me, and I stopped, looking at her slender figure, but without words, and the rain went on, and the girl--she walked away into the depths of the rain, and the figure, and the song, gradually, gradually, gradually dissolved into the rainy night, and I stood there, and I saw her, and I saw her. I stood in the street, in the misty rain, silently, silently, silently, silently, silently, silently, silently, silently, silently, silently, towards the depths of the rain. The forgotten corners are still worth remembering Look at the flowers outside the window How can you bear to let them fall, O affectionate rain, and say the truth in your prayers, please let her go, the idle fisherman who fishes without a care in the world, who wears a straw raincoat tightly, why don't you pay any attention to me? Look at the watch on your wrist, why is it that the person you met with hasn't come yet, and how can it be that she is so annoyed with me? The dusty building has been given a new look, and you're the biggest contributor to the new look. I've met you in the rain and the wind, and the flowers next to me have fallen baldly, and dark clouds are blocking the sun, so please don't be late for our next appointment. I'm wandering alone in the long, long, lonely rainy alley with an umbrella. I'm looking forward to meeting a lilac girl with a lilac color and fragrance, and lilac sorrow. She wanders in the rain with a lilac umbrella, like me, silently walking along the lonely rainy alley, cold, bleak, and depressed, silently approaching and casting a breathless look at her, she passes by, like a dream, like a lilac in a dream, she passes by me, silently walking far away, far away, to the dilapidated fence, and she's gone all the way. In the dirge of the rain, she has lost her color, dispersed her fragrance, dissipated, even her breathless vision, lilac melancholy, holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long, lonely rainy alley, I hope to see a lilac girl with a sorrowful heart floating by. It's the same whether you come or not, it even feels that every lotus looks like you, especially across the dusk, across such a fine rain, eternity, moment, moment, eternity, waiting for you, within time, waiting for you, in the moment, in the eternity, if your hand is in my hand, at this moment, if your fresh fragrance, is in my nostrils, I will say, Little Lover, Nuo, this hand should be picking the lotuses, in the Wu Palace this hand should be, shaking a handle of laurel pulp, in the Magnolia Boat, and A star hanging in the eaves of the Science Museum, earrings hanging in general, the Swiss watch said seven o'clock suddenly you come, step after the rain of red lotus, fluttering, you come, like a small order, from a love story you come, from Jiang Baishi's words, rhyming, you come, winter rain, pattering drizzle, gently sprinkled in the bottom of my heart, there is no umbrella, no poncho, only a beige coat, the rain is dismal, as if it were a rain, like a rain, the rain, the rain is not a rain, the rain is not a rain, but a beige coat, this rain, like a rain, like a rain, like a rain, like a rain, the rain, the rain, the rain is not a rain, but a rain. The rain fell poignantly, like a white flower offering to the departed, telling the unchanging fairy tale of eternity.
The pattering rain, gently hitting the dripping cornice, there is no retreat, no fear, only a forward-looking heart to run in the direction of going, this rain is fascinated, in the sky embracing it to let go of the hang-ups, like a message to the wandering people for a long time.