The spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, the autumn rain is desolate and the winter rain is cold; Due to the change of seasons, my mood is different. However, the color of rain is as beautiful as the sound of rain.

There are many excellent works describing rain in picture music and poetry. Lines, colors and musical melodies are ethereal and transparent.

The thin rain flower, like a floating fog, is white, kissing people's faces lightly and feeling itchy slightly; And clothes that are slightly wet. Umbrellas are like sails, floating and sinking in the rain; Like big wings, the southeast and northwest are boundless, and they wander around because of the wind.

Silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain really makes people happy. You can wander outdoors without a raincoat. Rain is like honey and wine, nourishing your soul.

This wonderful rain, this strange rain, is wonderful.

I remember the apricot blossom spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Raindrops hit the awning and pear blossoms were fragrant in the rain. I remember the summer rain in the West Lake, full of vitality. I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain, the fog was locked, and the pines and cypresses that supported the sky were washed away by the rain. I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, like crying, and the smoke from huts on both sides of the river was gloomy, like a painting.

On a rainy and breezy night, it is suitable for reading poetry and prose. A stormy night is suitable for reading horror novels. Otherwise, invite a few confidants, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a bag of peanuts, light a candle, and have another taste. Wind and rain are more suitable for pregnant women, who often suffer from insomnia; A sound of wind and rain seems to leave people and whisper.

That summer, my friends and I sat in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion. At that time, the water chestnut was ripe. On Lianchi Lake, the villagers were busy picking with their boats. The white clouds in the sky and the egrets on the water set each other off. The shower came suddenly, and Malik rushed; Banping Mountain suddenly disappeared, and only the dense rain hung a bead curtain on the lotus pond. In the shower, the boat picking ling is still rocking leisurely. The people in the car are even * * *.

There is not much rainfall in the south of Taiwan Province Province, especially in Kaohsiung, where there is dust everywhere. The branches and leaves are covered with dust, and after a shower, it is green and brand-new. After the rain, Shoushan looked down at silent love. Silver scale water waves are also dyed green by green hills.

On the banks of the river, on the rows of cement columns, the porcelain covers of street lamps are embedded between mountains and rivers like white jade balls, which is vaguely the scenery of the West Lake.

"The head of the Spring Rain Building is eight feet high. When will you go back to Zhejiang Chao? " ,5,