Quietly lying on the sofa, listen, the rain is coming.
soft spring rain
Spring rain, is the most gentle, raindrops gently fall on your hands, face, hair, so gentle, as if the mother's hand touched you. She quietly cage on the roof of others, like a layer of transparent gossamer, she quietly walked into the forest, tickling the leaves, making the leaves tremble with laughter; flowers, there is her figure, she and the flowers play games, xiaoyudian is not happy, beating the flowers, the flowers are also embarrassed to bend over, apologizing. They had a good time.
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Compared with the poetic charm of spring, summer rain is more violent. He was like a naughty child, crying all the time.
Before he came, he always stepped on the floor hard and made a rumbling sound. Standing on the windowsill, the sky was cut by a shining branch. It began to rain. Pea sized raindrops hit the iron sheet above the window, Bata Bata, dreary and rhythmic, and the sound of crying changed, and the 'Hua Hua' rain was getting bigger and bigger. Looking at it, Norda's world is only cut off by this thick crystal curtain. After a while, the disordered movement turned into a single melody, more and more gentle, until there was no sound. Open the window, the rain stopped, washed the sky floating white clouds, dancing in the breeze, the blue sky embellishment more bright. composition
Autumn and winter rain
I'm afraid that the rain in the southern autumn and winter is not as touching and grand as the rain in spring and summer, though it is insipid and full of charm.
Whenever it rains, rain drops to any place of the body, a cold will launch a surprise attack on the body, unable to prevent. But plants like it very much. Light rain washes the withered branches for a while, washes the Apple's red face for a while, and moistens the roots of big trees. It's really fun.
Listen to the sound of rain, listen to Du Fu's "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently" hw.com.cn ”Push o; for you;.
Listen to the sound of the rain and understand song Jiangjie's "heartless, joyous and sorrowful life, one term before the stage, every drop to the dawn".
Listen to the sound of the rain and appreciate Li Yi's idea that the rain outside the curtain is murmuring, spring is waning, and Luomian can't stand the colder weather.
Listen, it's raining. In the wind and rain, please listen to the wind and rain, I listen carefully, hear the voice of the heart spring.
The rain in the south is always so sentimental, even the wind is quiet and timid. A gust of wind, a gust of wind, then Jiangnan gentle and stable breathing.
Rain, pattering under, as if a Southern Song Dynasty poetess in the heart to sing lightly. Red cherries, green plantains, rain moistening the window lattice, wet silk, when the sound of clogs on the bluestone road home is rapid. A crisp car bell across the field boundless quiet, there are a large group of half big boys happy laughter. Their hair is slightly raised, and their clothes are made into an ancient ink painting by the rain. As a result, the closed doors of every family will be opened, and then there will be the sound of cooking and the soft words of Wu Nong, demonstrating the eternal peace and beauty for thousands of years.
In the wind and rain, please listen. Have you ever heard the sobs in the hearts of the Wanderers? composition
In the wind and rain, please listen. I can't hear much, but I can hear far away. At this time, the heart and nature, and the extraordinary fragrance of calligraphy and ink stick, holding a roll in hand, or meditation, or smile, just a cup of tea, a bean lamp, you can let the soul get rich quiet.
'leave the remnant lotus to listen to the rain. 'This is the eternal sadness and desolation. composition
'I lie down at night, listening to the wind and rain, and I dream of the iron horse glacier. "This is the patriotism and loyalty of no teeth.
"Young people listen to the rain song, upstairs, red candle faint. '
'middle aged people listen to the rain, and the wild geese call the west wind. '
'now I listen to the rain and the stars are on my temples. '
Suddenly think of "listen to the cold rain", although it is rough head disorderly clothes, but after all does not cover the national color ah!
I also think of a poem by Mr. Yu Guangzhong: "tiles flying, falling rain eaves, flying into the palm of my hand, if the green butterfly, there is no rain in the rainy season.". '
God said: 'I'll trade the lights for the sound of your wind and rain. 'I said:' No. '
God said: 'I use water and horse for your wind and rain. 'I said:' No. '
The emperor said: 'so you are happy. '
In the wind and rain, please listen. Have you ever heard the voice of your heart? Everyone has seen rain at night, but not many people have heard of it. Rain also has its own world, it yearns for freedom, rain at night quietly fall. You listen, the sound of rain, what do you hear? They were banned for a long time and then released, just like the playful children who were locked up at home. They came out in a hurry, competing with each other, gathering in the lotus pond, in the brook, in every inch of land.
Rain, is so crystal clear, so beautiful. Late at night, listen to the rain, it is singing, the cheerful song with you into sleep, quietly listen to the rain, listen to heart, the rain will take away your troubles, leaving you happy to savor, I do not know if you taste it?
Rain is a good friend of the soul, it is like an innocent child, never sad child, when you are sad, it will come to you, listen to your heart to tell it all sad things, after listening to it, it will wash away your sadness, leaving a sweet happiness; happy, it will like a naughty child into your neck, make you itch!
Second grade of Guang'an foreign language experimental school, Guang'an District, Guang'an City, Sichuan Province.
Often in the rain, the sky appears a bright life, blue clouds and white clouds together to drive away the dark clouds, very much hope to usher in a clear sky; but, looking at the wet ground; flashing raindrops of green leaves in the air after the rain slightly swaying; for this vision has not much hope, just let it swing it. Looking at the needle like fish, I suddenly feel that the rain is so lovely and lingering when I touch it. Looking at the future, it is always matched with the rain, and only the rain can embellish the wonder of this summer and give more enjoyment to the beautiful soul. I can't help admiring and loving the gentle drizzle.
Rainy night, added a lot of rain melody. Put late to learn, braved the strands of cool air, and the dense drizzle, even if it is hot weather, the heart also seems to be qinde transparent, cool. In the dormitory, the dull atmosphere is not as refreshing as when it rains. Suddenly, the bell of command rang, and the room was strangely quiet. You can clearly hear the sound of rain outside the window. The old town is a lullaby given by nature to all things. On such a night, listening to the rain, you can't help feeling very much. A few days ago, there was an occasional rain slanting down, and at night there was a disturbing sound of frogs. It lasted until midnight, which is many times better than now. The rain continued, and people began to fall asleep;
In the morning, the sound of rain, the sound of birds and the bell rang. Wow, this is fairyland! It's not only the silk rain that leaps across the eyes, but also the thick fog that blocks the vision. The vast expanse of whiteness and the sound of surprise has been echoing in my ears. The trees only showed the top, which matched the scenery very well, just like the fresh grass. The distant crops and villages were also covered by fog, and all of them were white ornaments. Although the fog is thick, the scenery is unique. The plants in the garden are treated by the rain, which is very dazzling. All this makes people feel very comfortable & hellip; & hellip; composition
Breathing the breath of rain, very fresh, just like the breath of life, all things wake up at this time - rain, let us feel the beauty of all parts of life, all the time by the sentiment of nature Edification & hellip; & hellip;
Huang Liping, Grade 8, No.1 middle school, Yunbiao Town, Hengxian County, Guangxi Province. This article is an original article by (.) users. It is forbidden to reprint without permission! Listening to the sound of birds is beautiful, the sound of streams is pleasant, the sound of tides is surging, but I like the rain most, because it is moistening and silent. Every time I listen to the sound of nature, I have a lot of imagination.
If you listen to the rain and listen carefully, you can interpret the four seasons.
Chunyu is an elegant little girl. She comes to the earth with light steps. She sneaks into the night with the wind. Her figure passes by on the tender buds of the branches and the wheat seedlings in the countryside, but it is not noticed. The earth is like a huge picture. She walks into the picture gently. Gradually, she spreads out the green color, like a dragon painting. The picture seems to be alive, full of spring and vitality. She came quietly, singing beautiful and graceful songs.
Summer rain is like a group of naughty children, they come to the world with laughter and shouting. They came hand in hand in groups. In the window, in the casserole, on the eaves, there were their laughter. On the ground, they don't stop. They are jumping, beating everything that can make a sound, playing melodious music. Tens of thousands of musicians, in different places, sing the melody at the same time. composition
Autumn rain is a happy messenger. She landed in the field, singing her harvest movement, the sound sometimes like clouds and water, sometimes like waves rising, sometimes like elegant poems, sometimes like wind singing calendar, sometimes like playing the piano, sometimes like dancing thunderbolt She spread the wonderful year in all directions by singing.
The rain in winter is an affectionate angel. She did not slow down to remove the "white clothes" for the trees. She came to the street and washed the road clean with a wave of her sleeve. Her rhyme is reminiscent. Sometimes she sings and sings, sometimes she wants to talk, sometimes she drifts in still water The sound is like a mirror, melodious and elegant. composition
Listening to the rain of the four seasons, my mood is particularly comfortable. Listen to the voice of nature. In the strange and unpredictable nature, all kinds of voices interweave to form a wonderful natural symphony. In this magnificent symphony, there is a kind of voice that I love most. It is like melodious and melodious flute sound and stormy waves. This is rain.
When I was a child, I didn't like the rain, because the rain let me contact the tears, the rain seems to affect people's mood, every time it rains, the dull weather, the cloudy sky, the muddy land, it is particularly irritating, whenever it rains, I hide at home to sleep, to avoid the unpleasant weather. Now think about it, that's funny.
When I grow up, I fall in love with rain. The sound of rain is always a sense of beauty in hearing. It is not easy to play Wutong, or to play lotus leaves in torrential rain. But my favorite is the summer rain.
At first, the rain is not big, Ding Ding Dong Dong, as if countless pearls fell on the jade plate. In particular, the ancient music that knocks on the roof tiles seems soft and sonorous, and it seems far away and close. Heavy and light, dense and thin, bit by bit, as if yu Boya's "mountains and rivers" in the meditation. Water like tenderness, rain seems to tell the voice of the heart. composition
The rain is falling down, and it is smashing on the leaves of Wutong trees. The water flowing down the eaves is noisy, clear and melodious. It is really like "big beads and small beads falling into jade plates". It makes people feel relaxed and happy, and occasionally comes gust, and branches twisting their bodies.