Classic quotes about rain 1. Youth is like a heavy rain. Even if you catch a cold, you still look forward to going back and being showered with it again.

2. "Who plays the desolate music of Yuefu? The wind is also rustling, the rain is also rustling, and the lanterns are thin for another night. I don’t know what is lingering in my arms. I am bored when I wake up, and I am bored when I am drunk. I have never reached Xieqiao in my dreams. ."

3. The original colorful flowers are blooming all over, but they are all left to ruined wells and ruined walls. The beautiful scenery in the good time is not in the sky. Whose courtyard is it to enjoy? Flying in the morning and rolling in the evening, clouds and green pavilions, rain and wind flakes , Yanbo painted boat, Jinping people looked at this time so cheaply!

4. The wounds of clouds, the tears of rain, and the petals falling in the wind.

5. The broken rain and lingering clouds have no emotions, and I am lonely day and night. Tonight, deep in the mountains, the broken souls are returning in waves.

6. For the past fifteen years, we have been at the end of the world during the Cold Food Festival. I sigh that the rain is wet with dew, but I still think about the cypress trees. The wind is soft and the sun is beautiful, and I am ashamed to see the flying flowers. Wheat rice and paper money, chickens fighting for wine, and crows making noise in the forest. Tian smiled and said, This is not up to me, nor is it up to him.

7. The wind blows and the rain falls,

The shadow of the candle shakes and the person sits alone.

An empty cup with residual wine,

Everything is wrong in the silent night of autumn.

Time is coming to an end,

Looking back on the past, we will bear the hardships.

I shed my clothes in tears,

I don’t know what to think about tonight.

8. The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, the showers are beginning to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast. Since ancient times, passion has hurt farewells, and it is even more embarrassing and neglected in the Qingqiu Festival! Where can I wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them!

9. Many things are like holding an umbrella on a rainy day. When you rush into the room, you hurriedly put it away and threw it in a corner. The folds are still filled with the rain of the night. After a long time, you open it again, and a damp breath hits your nostrils. Even if it is a sunny day, it will remind you of the distant rain.

10. I found that I really like this feeling of flying and falling. Such as snowflakes, such as cherry blossoms, such as dandelions, such as leaves, such as butterflies, such as raindrops, such as tears. A little sad, but very quiet, completely quiet. The moment it fell, it seemed as if the whole world had fallen asleep.

11. I miss my old self very much. I was so persistent and dared to love and run wildly. Use the time of a heavy rain to focus on one person, not afraid of getting wet or waiting. Once I held hands, I held them tightly as if they were a promise. Although my dreams were far away, I slept so peacefully.

12. At that moment, I saw through the autumn water. . Then, the rain fell all over the city. . .

13. The autumn wind blew up pieces of yellowed dead leaves. The stream washed away the sharp rocks. The rain and dew moistened the sad wind. The clusters of white dots in the distance were particularly eye-catching. In summer, they were hidden among the weeds and disappeared from the sky. One day, when the autumn wind blows the yellow weeds little by little, spring comes, and it sucks the last ray of sunlight like a greedy child. The next day, it blooms in the dead grass, shyly expressing its love for the sun. It is the most considerate lover, and it is always there. The sunshine that accompanies loneliness in autumn makes it still gorgeous. It hides love and does not let the lover be lonely. Even if it blooms on the top of the mountain, it is elegant and aloof because of the sunshine. It has the quiet language of flowers like moonlight~~ Hidden love is the words in the hearts of many young people. Just like a chrysanthemum~~~hidden in my heart

14. The rainfalls because the skycannolongerhandleitsweight. Justlikethetearsfallbecausetheheartcannolongerhandlethepain.

The rain falls because the sky cannot bear its weight, and the tears fall because the heart can no longer bear such pain.

15. The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit.

This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"?

16. Year after year, the wind blows and the rain falls. When the grass and trees grow out of the cracks and cover the mountains, you will grow up.

17. Life is too fragile, no more durable than a flower. Looking back at life with eyes that are devoted to nature, I cannot help but feel passionate. It's precious, but it values ??the coincidence between people. There will never be a second chance at the same person or matter.

18. I tried my best to recall the sunny day, but in the haze, a cold wind turned the dream into a bleak dream. The yellow flowers caught in the story, their delicate appearance fades slightly after the rain; the wind blows through the reincarnation between the fingers, twisting and turning the messy hair. The cold wind is tearing the wounds of the old trees, the cold rain is fermenting the ancient tung trees, and my thoughts are in the rain.

19. On such a cold rainy day, how many hopes are frozen and how many dreams are wetted? I once believed that a lilac-like girl holding an oil-paper umbrella would pass by in the rain alley, but the coldness at this moment made me believe in the desolation of poetry. How can those hurried footsteps believe in the lilacs in the rain? Warm the rain with your heart and warm every heart in the cold rain. With every drop of rain that falls, I accuse you with the most vulgar words.

20. The rain extinguishes the stars, leaving behind a deep and clear night, allowing longings to be unbridled, memories to play freely, and thoughts to do whatever they want. Your story is clear at night, against a black background, in front of pale memories, but I close my eyes tightly and carry it with me day and night, not daring to look at it.

21. "The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow."

22. If you can, please let me advance a lotus-like time, even if it is doubled one day in the future repay. There is no way of knowing when this rainy season will stop. But I know that if you are well, it will be sunny.

23. Theme: Shadow of Dusk

The uneasiness in sadness makes me feel even more like a kapok tree in winter. Bare but not withered, there was a slight drizzle on the street, as if I had returned to this strange yet familiar corner again. When my fingers hit the familiar keyboard, I realized, me! I have also been hurt by love,

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24. The frost in my heart is a continuous heavy rain in winter, which moistens the whole body. Destroying my emotions.

25. I can only imagine the situation when I meet you, not now, maybe having a long conversation with you in a long and quiet courtyard. You don’t even need to have a long conversation, just watch quietly. At that time, the sun was shining peacefully on the leaves, and the air was filled with the freshness after the rain and the uneasiness and excitement that did not match age. ~~~s

26. Men really can’t be nice to them. If they are nice to them, they will find it annoying. They won’t even talk about the bottle cap tightly for a long time, and then they will have sex with some women. Things are going well for Sanhun. . .

27. The green mountains outside the window are stretching; the thoughts in the heart are dancing together; have the ancient strings in the mist and rain ever sobbed and melodious? In the vicissitudes of life, the wind and clouds are changing, has that trace of resentment ever dissipated with the rain?

28. The melancholy of the rainy day is driven out of the eyes by Su Ye, and the little tired lights are trying their best to dye them white. Whose picture is black and white, eyebrows and eyelashes are painted lightly with thick ink. Looking back with the fragrance of ink is frozen in the old time, and the hidden words are used to write wordless stories with memories.

29. The young man listens to Yuge upstairs, the tent is dimly lit by red candles. A young man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the wild geese cry out in the west wind.

Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut, and there are already stars on my temples. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless. Before the first term, every drop until dawn.

30. The mountains and rivers in the eyes are far away, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more. It is better to pity the people in front of you.

31. How much leisure and sorrow do you have? Yichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and rain, and plums are yellow and rainy.

32. The old memories that fade away will eventually fade away. Life is long and wasted. The first time we met, the autumn wind was silent and whose face described the old fan. The little book with red letters was stained with ink, and the numbers were graceful. The past is in the dream. Wandering in the middle, my thoughts have stopped, I have no intention and no thoughts. The tears, rain and bells outside the window will never dry up. It is midnight at midnight. Who is melancholy on the shore of Qinhuai River? That day I left my hometown and said goodbye forever. Only then did I see through the busy water. The abbot picked up the flowers and pointed lightly, "We hate to meet each other, but we will have peace of mind"

33. The journey of perseverance, rain or shine...

34. The fingers are flashy, and the elegant raindrops are like a curtain of dreams. It's just a fleeting moment

35. Birds don't know how to cherish their feathers if they don't walk through forests and valleys, and don't wear wind and rain.

36. ""The flowers and hair are full of wind and rain, and life is full of farewells." Youth is passing away, and life has just begun. Full of expectations, full of hope, be a brave flying swallow."

37. If there had never been me in this world, then what regrets and sorrows would there be. Life is the twists and turns of stumbles, death is the star of tranquility. Return to dust, return to rain and dew, I no longer exist in this world, but I am everywhere.

38. Maturity is not about a person’s heart getting older, it is about still smiling despite the tears. Those who leave most quickly are always the most beautiful scenery; those who are hurt the most are always the most true feelings. Pick up your mood and keep walking. If you miss the flowers, you will get rain. If you miss the rain, you will encounter a rainbow.

39. A wisp of green smoke rises curling up, green flies drop on the water, and catkins flutter. Floating life is like a dream, as quiet as still water, not caring about feelings and sorrows, I only wish you well, the wind and frost in the past life, the resentment in this life. Regardless of rain or snow, I just want to be ordinary and drunk, to make up for the half-life wandering, and say goodbye to the lifelong resentment. The scars all over my body are peeling off, waiting for the phoenix's nirvana. I wish I could be desolate and send you a piece of paper. I wish I could be tangled in clothes in this life.

40. A song of labor explains the meaning of boating, red leaves, green mountains and rapid water. At the end of the day, people are far away from the drunkenness. The sky is full of wind and rain, and I go down to the west building.

41. It keeps raining.

42. He wants to use his person to fight against all mankind, his barometer to fight against the climate, and his self-ringing clock to fight against time.

43. The rain falls mercilessly, scattering the fragrance of flowers and a lifetime of sadness all over the ground. . .

44. Don’t blame anyone, don’t laugh at anyone, and don’t envy anyone. The sun shines brightly, you run in the wind and rain, dream your own dreams, and walk your own path.

45. The rustling sky and the lingering sadness are softened into thousands of knots under whose music? When the moon sets and the crow crows, who is singing about the millennium of wind and frost? Back then, I was infatuated with a smile, and I was destined to be entangled with you for thousands of years in the world of mortals. Tonight, I can't help but get drunk on the dawn wind and the waning moon in my previous life. Deep in the lotus flowers, on the bank of willows, the misty rain towers are still vast.

46. "It's sunny outside the window, but it's still raining inside the house. Just because I smile doesn't mean I'm happy. I hold an umbrella, not just to avoid the rain. You'll never understand what I'm thinking. I I want to hug everyone, but I have to warm myself first, please tolerate me. Because I am already practicing tolerating you."

47. If your heart is too tired, just rest on the side of the road and give it to someone who is empty. Add a ladle of clear water to the cup, and add a little dry food of life to the deflated luggage; listen to the wind and rain, it is the music you carry with you, and the flowing clouds and flowing water have already painted you as their background.

48. I feel my father's care in the dimness, and the gentle wind lifts the window screen; I vaguely hear my mother's warning, and the soft rain climbs onto the window sill. When I am depressed, family affection comforts me; when I hesitate, family affection gives me encouragement; when I am happy, family affection gives me blessings

49. The rain is falling and my heart is clear.

50. I have spent my whole youth, but I can’t get out of the long rainy season. I chant all the way, look back all the way, remember it endlessly, and shed tears. I turned my heart into a dewdrop, rested on the broad leaves of dreams, and fell into a deep sleep, waiting for the morning light of the next life to gently wake me up. So, in this life, can you allow me to let the dust settle, and return my true heart like the moon, as gentle as jade, and my clear eyes as clear as the first time I met you?

51. Draw a moon for the lonely night sky, and draw me singing under the moon

Draw a big window and a bed for the deserted house

Draw a girl to accompany me, and then draw a lace quilt

Draw a stove and firewood, we live together

Draw a flock of birds surrounding me , and then paint green ridges and green slopes

Paint tranquility and peace, raindrops falling on the rice fields

There is a rainbow that you can touch with your hands, and there is I decided to immortalize the starry sky

Draw the winding and endless flat road, and the people’s dreams at the end

Draw the mother’s peaceful posture, and the disputes that can be erased with an eraser

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Drawing on food that lasts all year round, leisurely people never have worries

I have not wiped away the eraser of quarrels, only a pen that paints loneliness

The moon in the night sky is no longer bright, and there is only a melancholy child singing

52. Only by squeezing into the frost and freezing rain can you understand how thankful it is to have an extra body temperature.

On the contrary, if this world gives you too much warmth, people will become too dependent on habits, forget their roots, and talk about knowing themselves.

53. He has the ambition to travel across the world, and embraces the energy of the universe; his knowledge is in the great way, and his merits are connected with the country; his power is strong in the storm, and the ghosts and gods are weeping; as the saying goes, good people Jia He is a famous official, and a great businessman laughs at a scholar.

54. If the grass and trees do not endure frost and rain, their business will not be strong. If they do not endure hardships, their virtue and wisdom will not be achieved.

55. A branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring. Classic sentences describing Xiao Yu

Xiao Xiaoyu in Qionglou is a rare and leisurely love. If you want to be an infatuated child, you will be alone for a long time.

Silently, walk silently. The scenery is like smoke and clouds, and the reality only remains in memory, passing by gently. Be gentle, say goodbye lightly. The road is desolate and barren, with some traces of clear water remaining, gradually falling away. Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao, the rain passed. The cool breeze was blowing in the cold night, the cold stars and the waning moon were barely visible, so I spent my time quietly. Mingming, Mingming asked. The red leaves fall lightly like snow, nestling in sadness and loneliness, smiling at me faintly.

"Like a dream, the wind and rain were scattered last night" The wind and rain last night blew down the trees and flowers. Leaning on the railing, tears streamed down my cheeks, and I became sad when I was drunk. Hurt! Hurt! Falling leaves and floating flowers are hard to come back.

Red date seeds startle the dawn and protect the spring sleep. Extraordinarily carefree and self-pitying. The message is to make flowers bloom, the wind is good, and the green window comes to play the strings. Recalling that Wang Sun Xifeng cut bananas all night. Tired eyes can't stand the loneliness in autumn? Force your mood to become turbid. Read Li Sao. Sorrow is like the day and night tides of the Xiangjiang River. Where does the jade ring fit? A few leaves are rustling and raining. The flowers on the eaves are all wet, and the people at the bottom of the flowers are speechless. The mountains are covered with screens, and the jade furnace is cold. Who can see the two frowning eyebrows leaning against the railing. Xia Fang complained about the corner pillow and covered the red window. Dreaming about Yijia in the south of the Yangtze River, the fragrance of Boshan aloes and water. I go home in my skirt and sit down at night to think. The light smoke cages Cuidai, and the moon is vast. ----Nalan Rongruo

Thank you for not looking back. The wind is rustling, the rain is falling, and my heart has turned to gray in the dim light

The moonlight is sparse on the wind and rain building, and the poetic life is a little sad. , The shadow on the orchid boat is emaciated, leaning on the railing, flowers are falling, and tears are flowing freely. The moonlight is like water, the stars are like eyes, the silver-white moonlight fills the cold night, and the ink stains a pool of melancholy. It is getting thicker and slightly cooler, and the remaining flowers are piled up all over the ground. I don’t know where to arouse lovesickness! Write down all the sadness. Looking at the moon, sighing, there are thousands of sounds. Hazy handwriting, yellowed epic poems, rubbing the pages, Han Fu and Yuan music, lingering around the roof, Tang poetry and Song lyrics, blending into the Three Autumn Periods. The ending time buries the painful wounds and turns into sadness scattered all over the ground. The beauty's tears break the heart. The red lips are blushing, the rain wipes the sycamores, the eyebrows are wet with tears, the rouge is red, the green rhyme turns into a butterfly, the porcelain meaning is crisp, the blue and white flowers fall, the whole world is captivated, the konghou is played out, a love song. The shadows of the flowers are melancholy, and the sake invites dreams to be drunk; the clouds are falling, the ice moon is refreshing, the bright ink jade beads are floating on the water, the sun is gone, the pink tears are Xiao Yu, the pen and ink paintings are singing along, the beauty strays into the clear dream of peach blossoms, and finally gets free , I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals.

The hundred-turn cuckoo orioles cry blood, and the wind and rain are desolate and sad. Deep in my bones, my thoughts are endless, and love is hard to stop.

The misty rain on the tower is intoxicated by the breeze, and the ups and downs of the past are blurred; the broken bridge in the West Lake is rustling and raining, how many lovesickness and sadness?

The moon in the water, the dream of flowers in the mirror is shattered, only to know the true and false. The wind is rustling, the rain is pouring, and the flowers are not answered. I can’t go back to the first years. My thoughts have already spread to the end of the world, and they are unforgettable. They are exhausted. I can’t keep them, and I can’t let them go. I can't help but sigh at the many flowers, they all have fallen. I have spent so many springs and summers that the road is over. I miss Wuya, love and hate, but just a thought - "The First Years"

The deep spring liquid locked in the orphanage comes with little drops of rain. My heart is rubbed all over the bedclothes, but I have no sleep, who can be with me? No one is there to say goodbye to the beauty of spring. What can you do if your beauty grows old? Whose family has no choice but to rely on the bright moon when the sound of the flute enters the dream to cause sorrow?

There are no waves in the blue sea, but there is a road in Yaotai. After thinking about it, we both flew away. At that time, I barely said goodbye to my beloved. How could I know where the mountains and rivers are so far away? The fine mat gathers the dust, and the fragrant boudoir covers the fog. Who attaches the small characters on the red paper? The tall buildings look like dusk, and the leaves of the sycamore trees are covered with rustling rain. ----Yan Shu's "Traveling on the Sand"

Xiao Yu is a guy with inexplicable self-esteem, so she would rather express her vulnerability in a joking tone than make people pity her. She disdained the practice of lining up those cheap injuries for sale and gaining sympathy. Therefore, without someone to talk to, she naturally learned to joke. This is the evolution of biological survival. It is a transformation to strength, in order to survive, such as the tact and accidents that will be encountered when entering society in the future. These are required. ---- "A Cat's Fairy Tale"

Listening to Xiao Xiaoyu again at the evening window, I feel relatively sad in the dim light. ----Lu You's "Autumn Rain"

In the dream, catkins were flying in Chang'an, the konghou was ringing, and passers-by were drunk. Yangzhou Painted Boat in June. Drinking one cup for another, I don’t want to go back to the west wing. In the dream, catkins were flying in Chang'an, the pipa was playing, and the sound of the flute was echoing. The misty rain in southern Xinjiang falls again and again in March, and I would like to return to the west chamber. In the dream, catkins were flying in Chang'an, xuns were playing, and horses were crowing. In April, Gusu Zhongshu wrote a chapter and expanded it, and he didn't want to return to the west chamber. In the dream, catkins are flying in Chang'an, songs are playing, pianos are playing, lotuses are being lifted in May, there are green lakes and greenery, and the west chamber is empty. In the dream, catkins are flying in Chang'an, the guzheng is tilting, the flute is singing, and the winter moon and snowflakes are dancing in the wind and moon. Who will marry the girl in the west chamber? In the dream, catkins are flying in Chang'an, war songs are singing, drums are beating, and the autumn rain is falling at dusk, looking at the beautiful woman. Missing the people of Yi, people from the west chamber want to return home. In the dream, catkins are flying in Chang'an, Buddha trees are fading, and the sky is covered with snow. Three hundred poems of the Tang Dynasty, one poem after another, make people in the West Chamber look back.

Whoever plays cool music in the east wind will hear the rustle of the rain and the rustle of the rain, waiting for his beloved all night long. May I ask what troubles the mind? Whether you are awake or drunk, it is just a dream in the mortal world. About the classic sentences describing rain

Chapter 1

1. The drizzle falls quietly and silently, like the silver threads spun out by countless silkworm ladies. Thousands of filaments ripple in the air, and the long veil covers the dark fields.

2. In late winter, the rain drives away the white snow, making people feel the slightest warmth in the cold night; in early spring, the rain urges the grass, and the branches reveal new greenery; in midsummer, the rain rushes It dissipates the heat, brings coolness, and gives the sky a seven-color scarf; in the golden autumn, the rain washes away the dust-stained fruits, makes the fallen leaves return to their roots, and turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.

3. Look carefully at the raindrops. They are alive. Every drop and every one symbolizes the birth of life. Look! How small it is, it may be insignificant in calculation, but if you look carefully, you will find that it is crystal clear, transparent, and has a pure soul.

4. It rained again, and gradually it became denser. The patter of rain became heavier, and the water on the road became a little higher. The falling rain stirred up circles of ripples. The rain fell on the roof again, making a crisp sound.

5. The drops hit the window lattice again and again, and the raindrops danced on the window lattice. Reach out and let the cold raindrops hit your hands, let the pure raindrops wash our hearts and brush away the dust in our hearts. Leaning under the eaves, smelling the fragrance of rain.

6. Life has hurts, pains, sweetness and even bitterness. Every kind of trauma is a kind of maturity. It makes people think, make people stronger, and make people know how to cherish. If a person has never tasted bitterness, it is difficult to know the taste of sweetness.

Facing suffering bravely and overcoming it optimistically is also a kind of practice. There is no eternal night, no eternal winter, the suffering will eventually pass, and the sunshine is always after the wind and rain!

7. Raindrops, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, float softly through the hair without knowing it, or the green tiles on the roof strike crisp notes.

8. A string of pearl-like raindrops fell on the ground, splashing water and making a ticking sound. I put my hand out the window to catch the raindrops, strange? Why are the little raindrops spinning in my hand? I'm a little confused.

9. The little bird hid somewhere; the grass and trees were all downcast, as if they were dying; only the cicada kept making broken screams on the branches; it was really a broken drum. Cheering for the scorching sun!

10. The car lights hit the ground not far away. The thin and dense water droplets were illuminated by the light, like a gorgeous tapestry unfolding in the air, embroidered with fine patterns, and the ends The water-shaped tassels hanging down are extremely beautiful. The people in the distance became blurred, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the pedestrians on the street became more and more hurried.

11. The rain fell to the ground and was immersed in the soil. It penetrated slowly, with a kind of ground flow, bit by bit, so that I could not feel the process at all. Until my hair was wet and my eyes were blurred by the rain, I couldn't tell whether the road in front of me was a water road or a mud road. I stopped, and then I woke up. He had already melted into my life, just like the process of rain seeping into the soil.

12. I have always disliked rainy days. I haven't always liked cloudy days either. I like sunny days, sunny days with warm sunshine. However, this weather seems to be against me. The rain always falls endlessly, and my mood is endlessly troubled. I don't like myself like this.

13. There are some things that are isolated between people, which can easily open deep ravines between each other. After it rains, it turns into a river and there is no way to cross it. past.

14. At midnight, a burst of sadness came inexplicably from the dream. When I woke up, my eyes were blurred by tears. The clear and crystal teardrops were like the patter of rain outside the window, and the dots were like the lonely flowers blooming on the windowsill. The petals fell on the ground, just like missing you. The mood is helpless and lonely.

15. Big raindrops fell on the ground, splashing water, and the water splashes were like small fountains. When the water splash fell on the ground, it turned into small bubbles. The small bubbles looked like small transparent hats. It’s really interesting to watch carefully the process of the raindrops turning into little hats!

16. The wind has stopped, but the rain has not stopped. It's just a drizzle, and the joy just now is gone. It seemed to feel a little bit lonely, maybe because the wind was leaving. The rain curtain under the eaves gradually disappeared and turned into crystal clear water droplets. Tick ??tock, tick tock, tick tock.

17. The rain in March is like countless small hands, hitting the keys of the forest leaves, playing a hymn of spring.

18. Raindrops are like thousands of paratroopers, jumping from the sky and landing safely on the ground.

19. After a while, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be about to collapse. Lightning and thunder swept across the sky, as if the entire sky was split open. The wind was not to be far behind, it whirred. The ground blew, blowing up the dancing leaves and twisting the roots of the trees.

20. Through the smoke-like spring gauze woven by the soft rain silk, I looked at the pedestrians holding umbrellas and hurriedly taking shelter from the rain, and I couldn't help but think: Why should we hide? Let our body and mind... Get up and feel the coolness brought by this spring rain. So, I put away my umbrella and walked into the rain. The tiny raindrops hit my body. I didn't feel cold at all, only a kind and fresh feeling.

Chapter 2

1. I used to like rain to the point of obsession. I always run on the road in the rain on rainy days, letting the rain soak my hair and clothes. Maybe I will catch a cold, but I am very happy. Listening to the sound of rain is even more enjoyable.

Sit by the window or door on a rainy day, watching the rain and listening to the sound of raindrops. Everything is so quiet. In such an environment, no matter how impetuous your heart is, it will calm down.

2. The rain showered my whole body and nourished my heart. Rain gives me spiritual enjoyment and motivation support; rain helps us learn to be strong and patient; rain helps us learn to be practical. As long as we set solid footprints on the muddy road, we will have no regrets in life.

3. It’s raining and the air is very cool. The farmer’s uncle is very happy when he sees the vegetables ripening. Some people are holding umbrellas and walking in the rain. The patter of spring rain brings people joy. .

4. Immediately afterwards, the strong wind roared, as if it was going to tear the entire earth apart. The black clouds in the sky immediately rolled and gathered. In an instant, big raindrops fell, and the rain fell on the window glass. On the phone, there was a "pah, pah, pah, pah" sound.

5. Countless rain arrows shot through the layer of water on the ground, and countless umbrellas suddenly opened their arms. In this way, the refreshing rain and the cool wind dance happily together.

6. Maybe, I will become such a person, a woman who is strong enough to laugh at any man. If such a day comes, it must be raining all the time in my world.

7. In the afternoon, some raindrops fell sporadically from the sky, but the sunshine had not completely receded, and you could still feel the shadow of the sun casting on the ground and parasols. I feel very uncomfortable in this kind of weather. Wait! Maybe wait, the rain will come.

8. After a while, thunder followed by lightning pearl-like raindrops, which made a crackling sound on the house, trees, and glass windows. Big raindrops fell from the eaves, Because it was too impatient, it was like a broken bead. As soon as it fell to the ground, it turned into small streams, and there was a vast expanse of white everywhere in the world.

9. The spring rain is falling, the rain and mist are filled, and thousands of silver threads are rippling in the mid-air, just like a bead curtain, covering everything like smoke and clouds. The lively swallows darted back and forth in the rain, trying to cut off the rain curtain with their scissor-like tails. The spring rain is continuous, falling on the willow leaves, rustling, like a girl gently stroking the strings, and then swallowing the mulberry leaves toward the silkworms; the spring rain is misty, and the small raindrops fall on the petals of early spring, rolling, like thousands of A shining pearl with colorful brilliance.

10. The scorching sun was in the sky, and on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent over in the heat and lowered their heads. Grasshoppers are as numerous as blades of grass, making a faint but noisy chirp in the wheat and rye fields, in the wheat and rye fields, and in the reeds on the shore.

11. Then, thunder sounded, like the sound of cannon on the battlefield. Lightning also came, and the lightning flashes were like sharp swords, splitting the sky in half. The sky was frightened and cried, and a lot of eyes fell down.

12. The wind carries the rain stars, as if searching for something on the ground, bumping randomly from east to west. As soon as the pedestrians found a shelter from the rain, the rain started to fall. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and soon it was like pouring water. Look at the rain in the sky really like a big waterfall! A gust of wind blows, and the rain, which is as dense as a waterfall, is blown away by the wind like smoke, fog, and dust.

13. I have no poems anymore, and there are no flying flowers, no drizzle, and dusty four seasons in the world. Please don’t cry.

14. The smell and laziness of the night lingered around me, and I lay lazily on the bed, not wanting to get up or wanting to get up. Taking a closer look at the days since the beginning of school, I have been preparing lessons, grading homework, and tutoring students during working hours. After work, I have been busy looking up information. I haven't been able to have a relaxing and clear sleep for a long time. Today is the weekend, so it’s rare for me to be so free. So, he turned around, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again.

15. The rain gradually increased, and dense masses jumped down from the continuous dark clouds in the sky, like the elves falling from the sky, dancing in the wetness paved by the previous small raindrops, In the midst of the joy, there was a clear sound of water droplets hitting the mud, which was clear but dense.

16. The rain seems like thousands of magic fingers, like thousands of strings, producing ever-changing sounds.

17. There is no lingering feeling of "the light rain on the street is as moist as crisp", nor the sadness of "autumn rain when the sycamore leaves fall", and there is no coldness of "the lingering plum rain", but there is the feeling of "the remaining clouds collect". The refreshing feeling of "summer heat". This is the rain I am familiar with, a kind of rain unique to a specific time and under a specific environment.

18. The furthest distance in the world is not when you obviously can’t resist this kind of longing, but you still have to deliberately pretend not to care about you at all, but use your indifferent heart to dig a gap for the person who loves you. An uncrossable ditch.

19. Sometimes it is "; The slanting wind and drizzle do not have to return", sometimes it is "; It rains every house during the yellow plum season", the song is slow and melodious. Sometimes it's heavy rain that knocks down the swallows, sometimes it's the violent storm that fills the sky with "black cloth", and the music is unrestrained and rapid. Doesn't this symbolize our glorious life? After the rain, the leaves become greener and the flowers are brighter and more fragrant.

20. Don’t be afraid, lift your feet and walk forward slowly. What lies ahead is not a deep cliff, nor a wolf, tiger, or wild beast, nor a violent storm. Do you still remember the dream you said? Because of the turbidity of the world, because of the troubles you seek, because of the ridicule of others, and because of your approaching collapse, forget it! Classic sentences describing the sound of rain

9. The sound of rain is so fine and dense, just like the thoughts deep in the human heart, intricate and intricate, quite elusive. The sound of rain is very soft and full, like waves reflected by the moonlight, sparkling and shining, as crystal clear as snow. The sound of rain is so gentle and so beautiful that it is Yi's slightly curved eyebrows, twisting and turning, charming and charming, pretending to be half-covered. The sound of rain seems thin and light, just like the sluggish milk smoke, which wants to stop but then moves, drifting and spreading indefinitely. It is a very heart-warming candlelight. The night wind slowly rises in time, and the flaming lips and tongue sway Weiwei.

10. Tick-tick-tick, this wet sound is just like the moonlight, and it is like pearl condensed milk, sliding from the bright eyes to the heart, moistening 3,600 pores.