The bright spring rain, like a group of innocent dolls, clouded high in the sky, playful and down, babbling, jumping and jumping joyfully into the embrace of Mother Earth.
The spring rain is continuous, like flower needles, such as fine silk, densely woven diagonally.
The spring rain kept falling, the fine rain weaved a huge net, from the clouds all the way down to the ground, the mountains in the distance, near the pink peach blossom, green poplar trees, soft willow branches, are covered in this boundless net, this net is the spring girl hand woven scarf, covered in the sky and the earth, technology in the mountains.
Listen! Rain fell on the roof "Tita Tita", like playing percussion. Rain down to the pond "Ding Ding Ding" sung, the water surface also splashed a small flower, and like a flower girl in the light dance ......
raindrops like a broken line of beads, drop by drop in the rainwater convergence puddle above. The spring rains were pouring down, coloring the mountains green,; coloring the water green, coloring the stone paths green.
The tired moon hid in the clouds to rest, leaving only a few stars as if on sentry duty.
★ The moon hung diagonally in the sky, smiling, and the stars crowded the Milky Way, winking.
★ A full moon rose, like a bright light, high in the canopy.
★ The moon opened its eyes wide and looked amiably at the villages and fields, extremely like a polished copper disk.
★ The full moon rose gradually, and her face, like a silver disk, beamed with a soft smile.
★ The full moon, as bright as it is clear, has been lifted into the sky by the blue mountains in the distance.
★ The moon, round as a spinning wheel, spins her romantic reverie.
★ The night, quiet, the jade disk-like full moon traveling through the clouds, the light moonlight sprinkled on the earth.
★ A full apricot-yellow moon, quietly climbing out from the mountain mouth, put the reflection into the lake.
★ The full moon is like a yellowish lantern, picked up in the sky from the eastern sky.
★ At night, the full moon rises, and a serenity pours over the earth with the silvery misty moonlight.
★ The moon rose gradually, she was dressed in a white veil, serene and tranquil, gentle and generous. Her face, like a silver disk, through the willows, leaves a gentle smile.
★ The moon is like a new bride, just coming up from the eastern sky, and then shyly hiding in the leaves of the trees.
★ The moon is like a weather-beaten old man, combing the white flowers of the moonlight unhurriedly.
★ The moon is like a shy maiden, hiding in the clouds for a while, and then lifting the veil to reveal her delicate face, and the whole world is drenched with the moonlight in a dreamy silver-gray color.
★ The moon is so bright that it shines a snowy green on the earth, and the trees, houses and streets are like a layer of mercury.
★ Outside the door, at the top of the forest in the west, the hanging epicyclic moon had turned into a slice of golden watermelon, and was no longer a curved eyebrow.
★ Early in the morning, the waning moon is like a pebble that has lost its luster, thrown in the sky.
★ A crescent moon seems like a white pear blossom, serenely open in the light blue sky.
★ The night sky was full of stars, and the moon looked like a fishing boat, as if it were sailing in a wide, silver-colored river