Often after the rain, the sky appears bright and lively, and Yun Lan white clouds work together to drive away the dark clouds, hoping to usher in a clear sky; But, looking at the wet ground; When the green leaves with raindrops are swaying slightly in the air after the rain; I don't have much hope for this vision, so let it be. Staring at the needle-shaped fish sticks, I suddenly feel that the rain is so cute that I feel lingering when I touch it; Looking into the distance, it is always interesting with the rain, and only the rain can decorate the wonders of this summer and give more beautiful spiritual enjoyment. I couldn't help admiring it and fell in love with the gentle drizzle.
Rainy nights add a lot of rainy melodies. After I was late for school, I braved the cold air and the dense Mao Mao rain. Even in hot weather, my heart seems to be transparent and cool. In the dormitory, the dull atmosphere is as refreshing as when it doesn't rain. In an instant, the command bell rang and the room was surprisingly quiet. You can clearly hear the crisp sound of raindrops falling outside the window. Hometown is a lullaby that nature gives to everything. Listening to the sound of rain on such a night, I can't help feeling very much-a few days ago, occasionally it rained obliquely, and there would be disturbing frogs at night, which lasted until midnight, many times more than now. As the rain continued to fall, people gradually fell asleep &; hllip& amphllip
In the early morning, the rain is dependent on each other, the birds are ringing and the bells are ringing. Wow, this is a fairyland! It is not only the drizzle that jumps over the eyes, but also the dense fog that blocks the vision. It was a vast expanse of whiteness, and the exclamation of surprise kept echoing in my ears. Only the top of the cluster of trees is exposed, which is in line with the scenery, just like grass. The distant crops-villages are also shrouded in fog, and all eyes are white. Although the fog is thick, the scenery is unique. All the plants in the garden have been treated by rain, which is very dazzling.
Rain is ordinary, but it reveals profound extraordinary. Just like a wilderness, how do you know there is a gold mine under it without digging? As the saying goes, how can you know its beauty if you don't listen?
It's raining in Mao Mao, and raindrops are playing a "Tick-tock Song". Listen! "Didi, da da", this is the sound of light rain at the end of the rainstorm.
At first, it was just a "rustling" rain, which fell from the sky like an elf and gently fell to the ground like a silver hair. It fluttered into the soil and opened a flower on the ground with a bang. Fine soft rain silk is woven into a big net, hanging from the clouds to the ground. Looking from a distance at home, it's just a hazy expanse, and you can't see anything clearly, just like Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said in "Poems of Jiangnan Spring": There were 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and there were many terraces in the misty rain.
Suddenly, in an instant, the raindrops are densely connected into a line. Like a big bead curtain, with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky collapsed. In the sound of raindrops, the boundaries between heaven and earth are not so clear, but all are muddy yellow. From the outside, it's all muddleheaded and you can't see anything clearly. I just feel that the rain from the roof gathers into a stream in the street.