As the saying goes, "spring rain is as expensive as oil", after a harsh winter, the crops are how to look forward to the arrival of spring rain ah! At this time the spring rain like drops of manna, moisturizing the earth. Look, the drizzle is pattering down, that "rustle, rustle, rustle" sound, like seeds send out new shoots, such as grass leaves, and like bamboo shoots out of the ground.
Look, not far from the peach tree rose a small pink flowers. When you look at it from afar, it looks like a red haze. It is like a walking in the desert, thirst, life-threatening people, all of a sudden found the source of life, constantly sucking the sweet dew.
On the green grass, all kinds of flowers bloomed in the rain. Roses, moonflowers, spring flowers, lilies ...... they sit around a few times, as if in a beauty contest, but also as if discussing how to show people a more beautiful spring.
The original sleeping fields, awakened by the spring rains, has laid a layer of soft carpet, green. Walking on it, soft, comfortable! Hard-working farmers look at the spring rain in the seedlings thrive, the heart than ate the honey is also sweet!
Spring rain moisturizes the grass, moisturizes the flowers, moisturizes the trees, moisturizes everything ...... I love spring, but I love spring rain.
Spring breeze is, is a key, it brings warmth and gently, gently, gently, while you are not paying attention, the door of spring opened.
The spring breeze is, is a box of colorful paints. You see, it gives the green to the grass, green grass reveals its thin body, the spring breeze blows, it is on the land "jump" the beautiful dance. It gives the red color to the small flowers, small flowers like children's small mouth, open smile, really interesting. The blue color was given to the clear brook, and the brook became a bright mirror. Orchid fairy got more colors, there are white, green, and many, many more you can not count.
The spring breeze, hiding a very good smell, the plum blossom fragrance, sweet camellia, a lot of sweet smell are hiding in the spring breeze! Children's noses are often hooked by the scent.
The spring breeze blew a green trumpet, which told everyone that summer is coming soon. The little frogs slowly wake up from their dreams, and the birds fly back from the south, they are all welcoming the spring girl to bring.
The spring breeze, brought to the earth is a wonderful song, brought to the children is a happy song.
Silky cool, silky spring rain, you bring vitality to mankind, I love you silky spring rain. Spring rain pattered down, it brought joy and harvest from the sky. Rain drenched plants and trees, giving plants plenty of water, plants and trees desperately sucked the manna, happy to suck the sweet rain. Listen, drip, drip .... That's the sound of spring rain, dripping, dripping .... That's the sound of spring, dripping, dripping .... That's the call of spring .... The rain is transparent, it is so thin, so small, so light, as if it were the tears of the sky, the tears of the sky when it is excited. It receives God's will to bring happiness and joy to mankind .... When I was young, I often heard the adults say, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil." Indeed, that silent spring rain, down is so little, it can give the earth to bring the breath of spring, spring hope. Spring rain washed away the dust, it walked through the place, is so fresh, the air is so fresh, "good rain knows the time, when the spring is happening." The gentle rain brings much new hope to mankind. Spring rain washes the earth clean. Spring rain is still falling, pattering down, I love the gentle spring rain. Part 2 spring rain Early in the morning, I just got up, look out the window, the sky is cloudy, hazy fog seems to give the earth a layer of gauze, the distant buildings, trees and light boxes are all shrouded in the morning fog, it may be raining. Walking up to the balcony, a stream of fine rain is pattering. A light wind blew, the rain brushed my cheeks, so cool, cool, fresh, refreshing, refreshing. Gradually, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, began to fall like a broken string of pearls, drip drip drip, a moment to form a line. Some fell in the pond, a small bubble, the spring wind blew, floating in all directions, the rain hit the top, a blink of an eye, I do not know where to hide; some lightly kissed the wheat seedlings, dyeing green wheat, wheat buds lazily stretching the waist; there are also hitting the near face on the basin, "ding ding" ringing, and constantly splashing a small splash of light, transparent! The water is light, transparent, and very beautiful. Not long after, the sun Gong Gong showed his smiling face, illuminated leaves, grass on the water droplets crystal clear, shaking, sparkling, colorful. "Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening." Look, the spring rain falls on the earth, moisturizing the soil, woke up the frogs, for the farmers uncle selfless service; spring rain fell on the willow tree, willow tree draws out the buds, stretching the soft branches with the wind; spring rain sprayed to the peach tree, stained peach blossoms, like a pink umbrella on nature, giving people the enjoyment of the beauty of the rain; spring rain sprinkled to the surface of the river, the small fish in the water to swim freely and freely play, chasing, alive and kicking; Spring rain watering crops, crops greedily suck the milk of spring water, yellow leaves, showing a smile .... Wherever the spring rain falls, there is a vibrant scene. I really hope that I can be integrated into this spring rain, to bring people the warmth of spring, the joy of harvest, unlimited reverie.
Listening to the rain
The new city recently there is always a little rain, sweeping away the heat of summer, has been the autumn, is also considered to be the autumn rain, the rain and the wind with the slightest coolness, thin cold attacked people.
On my balcony, listen to the rustling rain, want to hear the rain necessary to have a bearer to do, although "pattering rain sprinkled plantain" ancients like rain on the plantain, but in my case, I still prefer that the music square the right size of the leaves, the sound of the sound more pleasant to listen to, rhythmic and staccato.
There are more than a dozen banyan trees on the square, the height of the tree tops is enough to reach the window, the breeze passes by, the tree tops fluttering and swaying, being cleansed not only the tree, but also the whole heart. If you listen to the rain in the small pond of the music square, it must be very beautiful.
A burst of rain drifting, suddenly reminds me of my childhood that the hometown of the pond lotus leaves, or scattered one or two branches of the lotus, very thin, Chu Chu moving. That rain hit the lotus leaves is not only the sound of the delicate, more poetic picture, turquoise lotus leaves, raindrops or slip or turn into the heart of the leaf, rolling, Ting Ting leaves with the wind gently swinging, rain, red lotus, green lotus, ripples, such visual enjoyment need to coincidentally pass by only good, intentionally run to be too much pretense. I've never been in a pond to listen to the rain, like the years that have gone by.
I don't know from when onwards, all generations of literati listening to the rain in the article is always sentimental, Lu Fangweng's "three wine woke up in the lamp, lying down to listen to the dashing rain beat the canopy," quite a "caller will be out of the change of wine, and with the elimination of all the sorrows of the past" helpless; Daiyu's "Autumn Window Wind and Rain Eve" in the "the". Autumn Window Wind and Rain" in "even the night pulse and wind, the lamp with the like away from the people weeping" "I do not know when the autumn rain breaks, has been taught to tears sprinkled with the window screen wet" is really sad and pitiful lamentable rain always comes with people's sadness, and very few said that the fragrance of rice in the year of abundance.
Tonight, I listen to the rain but not half a bit of sadness, so that I am intoxicated by the sound of the rain is far and near, slow and urgent, across the window through the gauze of the light, that is the new city people's family happy, cozy and unparalleled.
The cool rain brought calm to the hot summer night. Crackling, the rain on the screen window issued a rhythmic sound. Outside should be a beautiful picture of it: garden roses, moonflower stained with water droplets, like set a grain of pearl, flower bones out of the more delicate, sleep reveals a sweet smile. Rain beads hit in the turquoise leaves, but this thin piece of green can not withstand this "heavy" pressure, so the rain beads like sitting on the slide slipped down, fell into the embrace of the earth. Concrete rain water into a stream, only into a small puddle of raindrops like a diving athlete as a very beautiful posture down, splashing a water droplet.
The rain cast the light in a rose color. The sound of rain is getting louder and louder, more and more urgent, perhaps this time the wine bamboos and then raise a glass to invite rain? Can be in the self-chanting "quiet night sleepless because of the wine thirst, heavy dialing heavy smoke to cook tea"; perhaps this time the apple in playing the piano and rain? It is like the picture of "big pearls falling from a jade plate". Maybe this time the imperial court in waving the brush and singing? Although not drinking, but also to drink tea, rushed a cup of osmanthus lotus leaf tea, ah, suddenly full of house fragrance, full of mouth aftertaste.
So I was more spontaneous to turn off the lights, point on a floating wax, set up a good cup of tea, wisps of tea with the ghostly candlelight, accompanied by the sound of the rain outside the window, imagining the "rain in the mountains one night, the tree copied a hundred springs" of the beauty of the rain, the night, the tea thoughts, natural flying far, the memory of the precipitation of the very deep, oh, this night is enough.
The breeze came, the leaves rustle, rain beads crowded together and scattered, unchanged or the pattering sound, listen carefully, ethereal and distant. Rain is a poet, writing a wordless poem, rain is a philosopher, from which it can get a deep philosophy, rain is a musician, can write the most beautiful melody, rain is an artist, so that the world through its hands and more beautiful