I like the cold winter, like the hot summer, like the cool autumn, but I prefer the gentle spring, like the continuous rain in spring.
I walk on the road, breathe the fresh spring air, touch the spring breath, the mood is particularly comfortable. Why, when did it rain in the sky? The rain, as fine as the tip of a needle, as light as cattle hair, as smoke as fog, quietly falling on my face and body. The tender buds on the branch slightly protruded the lovely small head, quietly looking at me and smiling. Light rain mischievously fell on them, ha, what a beaded dress. The wind doll is also so naughty, chasing the rain everywhere
I raised my head unintentionally and saw a new green from afar. Look. Trees send out tender green buds, grass also drill out of the ground, so many messengers of spring. I couldn't help but quicken my pace to get there. Eh, where is the grass? I wonder, why are they missing? After a closer look, the smile floats on the corner of my mouth, "the sky street drizzles, the grass color is far away, but there is no", is not it a description of the scene? I took a deep breath and was intoxicated.
It's raining quietly. This spring rain drives away the dust left by the cold winter. Spring is more pure and beautiful. How lovely the spring rain is! Spring rain spring, Beijing ushered in the first warm spring rain.
Early in the morning, the sky is full of gray fog, the air is full of wet water vapor, even the grass just spit out the bud is also slowly wet, happy to open a small mouth, sipping sweet dew.
I quietly looked out of my head, a drop of rain fell on the window, ah, it's raining!
The fine rain silk is like ox hair, soft and thin like white yarn. The houses in the distance were tightly held by the thin and dense spring rain, just like the reflection in the water, hazy and vague. This spring rain under the silent, as if spring girl gently across the earth. Grass sprouts, willow bolls. This warm spring rain moistens the vitality of all things in heaven and earth.
The rain stopped, and the warm sunshine sprinkled on the earth. People are starting to come out. The rain washed the dust in the sky and brought us fresh air.
As the saying goes, "good March, snow melting, continuous spring rain, the best sowing." Ah! It is the sunshine that melts the ice and snow, and the earth is moistened by the spring rain and spring water. If you put on the green clothes, there will be beautiful flowers on it. The spring flowers are all over the ground and the flowers are smiling. Spring rain on Sunday, I am still immersed in sleep, the late spring rain on the silent ground up. I quickly put on my clothes and ran to the window. Spring rain patters underground, washing the grass, washing the trees, washing the earth. Spring rain like ox hair, like needle, dense underground.
I went out of the house, spring rain dripping on my face, hands, as if to help me tickle it! On the main road, some pedestrians open their umbrellas to let the rain gather on the umbrellas into crystal clear pearls. Some people enjoy the spring rain on their backs. I went to the bridge. The river is very happy, there are countless lovely dimples on his face. Soon, the rain stopped, and the fragrance of the soil came to my face. I felt relaxed and comfortable. Grass green like a green blanket, flowers bloom, smiling at me! The water drops on the branches are like crystal jewels.
As the saying goes: "spring rain is as expensive as oil." Spring rain is priceless. The fine spring rain drips into the fields, and the seeds are greedily sucking the dew of spring, the milk of the land. The farmers' uncles looked at the spring rain and laughed. Small saplings drink the spring rain, stretching their branches and leaves, the longer and bigger. The flowers open their mouths to let the spring rain fall into their mouths, and the more they drink, the more they bloom. Grass drinking spring rain, become more green. Ah! Spring rain moistens the earth and gives birth to all things. Ah! Spring rain, you bring us vitality, bring hope, I love you! Spring rain, spring rain, spring rain. Everything comes back to life.
Grass brother from the underground drill out, flower sister also saw a lot of words. The animals began to be busy, and the industrious ants began to look for things. Good swallows also began to build nests. It's all moving. Spring rain makes everything more vital. She made the grass grow more green from under the ground. She makes the withered and yellow trees more green and more vigorous. Spring rain is like an industrious gardener to make the garden colorful. Chunyu is like a kind teacher who teaches us all the knowledge. Spring rain is like a kind mother, she feeds us into adults. It is the spring rain that makes the forest more green, and the spring rain makes the forest more full of vitality. So we all want to thank the spring rain, thank you for spring, spring rain. Everything comes back to life. Grass brother from the underground drill out, flower sister also saw a lot of words. The animals began to be busy, and the industrious ants began to look for things. Good swallows also began to build nests. It's all moving. Spring rain makes everything more vital. She made the grass grow more green from under the ground. She makes the withered and yellow trees more green and more vigorous. Spring rain is like an industrious gardener to make the garden colorful. Chunyu is like a kind teacher who teaches us all the knowledge. Spring rain is like a kind mother, she feeds us into adults.
It is the spring rain that makes the forest more green, and the spring rain makes the forest more full of vitality. So we all want to thank the spring rain, thank you for the spring rain and winter snow, because it is pure and beautiful; the golden autumn is yearning for, because it represents the joy of harvest; the green of summer is lovely because it is green; the spring rain is comfortable, because it is soft and elegant.
In the spring rain, there is a static feeling and a moving artistic conception. Everything in the spring rain is always so intriguing and memorable.
Spring rain is like silk, transparent spring rain is so fine, interwoven to form a people can not put down the fish curtain, a hazy, but also Xiaoxiao Sasa. One by one, the rain is floating on the opposite roof, always like smoke. This is the quiet mood! It's always mysterious and poetic.
Rain with soft wind gently past the window, they quickly roll down the glass, gathered on the balcony railing, drop after drop, and then sneaked away along the wall. Looking at the continuous spring rain, I went to the yard, fresh rain with the wind, gently hit in the face, like a mother's hand rub my cheek, good kind, good warm, as the old saying goes: "blowing face not cold willow wind.". That gentle and comfortable with the spring rain, wet my hair, wet my coat, wet my shoes, but also moisten my chest. All of a sudden, my heart seems to be shower by the spring rain, I stand on the spot! My heart trembled. I was moved by the spirit of never forgetting to moisten the land, wet the earth, and moist the air in the spring rain, and was shocked by the sentiment of offering without seeking return. The so-called "spring rain is as expensive as oil", but Chunyu has never forgotten its mission and its responsibilities because of its noble status. It does not show off itself, it does not boast to the public. It is not like the majestic momentum of summer rain, nor the soft and lingering autumn rain, nor the cold and piercing winter rain. It is it, and it will not be any time or place Forget your mission, your responsibility. They are unknown heroes! They selflessly integrate themselves into the earth, become the milk of the earth, to feed the growing life! But it retired without a sound.
I shed tears. No, it's not my tears. It's all of us. Little spring rain has such noble sentiment, but do you and I have it? No, No. I look at the spring rain, let the spring rain disturb my hair. I seem to have become the spring rain, the spring rain that interprets the value of life Spring rain spring girl came, she prepared a gift for everyone: spring rain.
Ah, it's raining! Spring rain silent underground, light as cattle hair, as fine as a needle. She is like a naughty child, eager to join the embrace of mother earth.
Spring rain fell on the grass, was imprisoned for a winter grass stretched out the round head, twisted the slender waist, opened the sleepy eyes, rubbed. Look, she is looking at this wonderful world with her eyes of wonder!
Spring rain falls in the flower bed, those tired and powerless flowers greedily taste the sweet rain. In an instant, those flowers immediately become energetic, slowly blooming smile, spare no effort to open, as if to Chunyu said: "thank you, Chunyu sister!"
The spring rain falls on the river. After being baptized by the spring rain, the cold winter gradually disappears from the river. The river has recovered its former happiness and is dancing happily!
Spring rain on the house, rain on the roof, rhythmic singing and dancing, constitute a beautiful symphony: "tick, tick" ring, intoxicating.
Spring rain falls on the field, the wheat seedlings in the field stick out their heads, let the spring rain moisten their bodies. Look, these wheat seedlings are now all upright, like those brave soldiers in the defense of the motherland.
Spring rain on my cheek, let me feel incomparably fresh
In the first rain in spring, she has helped us to clean our hearts