Insight 1:

Xia Yu

We have dry seasons here. Rain has become a gift from God. I like rain.

On the one hand, I love rain because I love the sea, was born in the inland, and forged many beautiful relationships with grasslands, trees and mountains. I know them too well, and I know that rain can make the sea. Rain can bring life to fish. I like rain as fish like water.

The rain in summer is like installing an air conditioner at home, which makes you less upset. The heavy rain in summer is continuous, accompanied by harsh thunder, and the rain is interacting with thunder. Sometimes, the world is too quiet, and some people think that the years are quiet. But I am active, energetic, too quiet to talk and feel rigid. Move with ambition, * * *. Can shine, let people around you pay attention to themselves. That's what loud means.

The village is quiet, the rain is natural and pure, and it smells of trees and flowers. You have to love and protect the earth. Rain moistens the flowers of tree after tree and bears fruit. Rain is the symbol of life, the blood of the earth, and the sea is the symbol of the soul. Urban rainwater is an air purifier. After a heavy rain, it will give you a brand-new activity, like a young city, like a girl who just took a shower, pure and moving. People who go to work every day can feel refreshed because of a rain, and children can sleep quietly or watch cartoons. At this time, parents will not miss the opportunity to sleep, and the rain has become a peaceful music festival. Rain is a lullaby. The mood of rain. That's great.

On rainy days, you should relax and enjoy this cool attachment. Love summer rain.

Insight 2:

Xia Yu

"Night rain dyes the blue sky, and a thousand miles of rain washes the red flowers." Rain can create surprises without gestures. In the end, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River covered the world, and the flowers withered, but the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

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The rain in early summer lingers on the endless green of the earth, kissing the cheering arms of plants intimately. Xia Yu is an impassioned symphony, which plays the persistence and enthusiasm of summer, makes the flowers gorgeous and beautiful, and washes away the noise and confusion in the world. (Funny personality signature)

Dark clouds are gathering, thunder bursts, heavy rain is pouring down, and it is raining cats and dogs. At midnight in early summer, people wake up from their sleep. Lying in bed, listening to the rain outside the window scraping the umbrella, there is melody and rhythm, as if someone is playing a modern percussion music. Look at the sharp white arrow piercing the dark night sky, and the slightly inclined rain threads are closely woven into an ubiquitous rain net.

The rain is endless; Looking down, the rain moistens the earth quietly. Rain, see everything in the world in the center of your net, and the world in front of you is blocked in the rain as dense as a pearl net; From a distance, streets, buildings and pedestrians have only a vague outline.

Rain comes from heaven. She is the messenger of the sky. Her appearance washed away the vicissitudes of the world, washed away.

A fresh and refined picture of the world of mortals moistens everything and the world, and flowers dance in the rain.

The wind sang in the rain, the clouds wrote poems in the rain, the fish exulted in the rain, and the old man smiled and understood the coolness given by the sky. The children played in the rain, regardless of the sound of the rain, and got wet. At this time, the umbrella has become redundant and people are fully bathed in the rain. At this moment, God's grace is no longer a distant hope, and no one can forget it. It is her appearance that makes the birds sing and makes the flowers smell after the rain.

The fragrance is hidden, who will kill time in the brocade? The smoke cage is cold, the lights are ups and downs, and the rest of my life is drunk. It is full of "the most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but the roof you use to shelter from the rain." Summer rain is a distant pipa, melting all the waiting and lovesickness. How many lovesickness and attachment are there in the world of mortals, as gentle and lingering as rain; Through the misty gauze woven by gentle rain silk, I looked at the pedestrians who hurried to shelter from the rain with umbrellas, and couldn't help sighing: Just because I looked at you more in the rain, a misty rain filled the wind, isn't it time to go back? The sound of rain shattered Jiangnan, and my thoughts grew wildly, spreading to the horizon in an infinite moment.

Walking in the thin and dense rain curtain, the rain obliquely weaves into a huge water curtain, listening to the sound of rain ticking and knocking on everything around, suddenly, a trace of Jiangnan charm breeds in my heart.

The silence given by the light rain added to my sadness for no reason. Look at the end of the long road, the world is boundless and foggy, and the falling water drops seem to be singing softly, which brings back many memories in a roundabout way. Fine rain drops on the gray floor tiles, splashing water, adding a bit of desolate beauty. Although there are no small bridges, no deep alleys, no mossy bluestones and no decaying walls, close your eyes and you will see a rainy lane in the south of the Yangtze River, where "the blue tiles are faint and the red incense moistens the beautiful days". Who is walking alone in the rain with an oil-paper umbrella in the intermittent rain, emitting the fragrance of lilacs? That kind of sadness, that kind of charm, that kind of dull pain, that kind of breath, makes people intoxicated and linger.

Dreaming of Jiangnan, Jiangnan dream will quietly hold me up. The evening after the rain is scattered on the river, mixed with the fragrance of wormwood and cattail. Stretch the dusty picture with a faint winding path. . . Small bridges and flowing water; The stream is sparkling and full of jade. On the eaves dripping with rain, I gently walked onto the stone arch bridge, watching the flowers on the misty rain bridge hurt, and the green grass on the shore was heartbroken alone. In the dark water waves, bright ripples are aroused. Listening to the long and intermittent sound of splashing, the rain warbler singing willow, and the underwater sound of Ling Ran are heard in this thin mist and micro-billows.

Counting the years at my fingertips, I have forgotten the dust, wasted time and the past. What I can't forget is that there is a vast smoke wave in that river, which is full of thoughts about the rain, and the paper umbrella you once held up for me in rainy days. On the misty river, I was stained with a few cold rays. That forbearing loneliness and unspeakable sadness will be stored in the bag of my life and sandwiched in the chapter of memory. Perhaps, when a long stream of water is seen and remembered, it will rain cats and dogs outside the window. (Everything should be all right)

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. The rain in early summer, with the last coolness, ushered in the coming hot summer. early summer

Dear rain, will you still walk into autumn warmly? When the autumn pool rises in late rain, you will harvest a quiet bright moon on the Yangtze River.

In the early summer rain, all the possibilities are the wings of hope standing at the window. In those dreams that fall with the rain, year after year, night after night is wet.

Drift away and leave in a hurry.