With the thunder outside the window, I knew that another downpour was coming. Sure enough, in a short time, it began to rain. The rain was different from usual, and it came suddenly, which made everyone at a loss.
It's raining harder and harder, and a curtain of rain covers the window tightly. The rain is not straight, but oblique junior high school. I can't help but hallucinate when I look at it. Heavy rain, I saw the thick fog, around the floor, stroking the trees, teasing the branches and leaves, gently floating.
At this moment, I realized what is light as a swallow. In a short time, the "fog" turned into rain again, jumped on the roof and ran to me happily, as if to give me a big hug. At this time, I found that my clothes have been regarded as "home" by raindrops, and they are tightly attached to the clothes, as if they would fall off as soon as I let go.
The wind blew wildly on the tree, and the tree bent feebly and had to endure the wind and rain. "Boom-"The thunder is getting louder and louder, and it's raining harder. I don't know why, the rain is fascinated by my home again. "Hua-"The rain rushed in and forced me to close the window. However, after closing the window, the beauty of the rain did not decrease.
But this beauty didn't last long. The rain stopped for a while, leaving only a gloomy sky. Summer rain is like this. It came and went in a hurry, leaving only a beautiful daydream.
The wind is still blowing and the thunder is still beating, but it is monotonous without the accompaniment of rain; There are still crystal tears hanging on the leaves, and the windows become cleaner and more beautiful after the rain.
I like rain, especially in summer!
The sky is gloomy, and from time to time a few drops of rain fall on my head leaning against the railing. When I rubbed it with my hand, my hair was wet and my ribs were out of control on my head. I had to give up the idea of smoothing it and watch the frolicking crowd downstairs. The air seems sultry and oppressive, and I can't breathe. In any case, a heavy rain should come.
Sparse and continuous light rain has often upset me. All I can see is wet and I can't play ball. However, it is quite interesting to sit on the balcony with a book and a cup of light tea, or to observe the cobwebs woven by rain lines on the glass curtain wall.
Open the page and read a sentence that impressed me deeply: "Put the snow in your hand and it will melt slowly."
Put your heart in your eyes, and it will be everywhere.
Suddenly, the sound of rushing woke me up, and the sky was like tears that were about to cry, pouring thousands of water drops without warning. The people below, some rushed home, and some held up colorful umbrellas. Raindrops hit the face and hands, and the sultry air was swept away, replaced by refreshing.
I seem to smell the fragrance of rain from it, which is indescribable, but extremely elegant and cannot be summarized. The combination of rain fragrance, tea fragrance and ink fragrance may be a broken chain in life.
Instead of thinking that rain and exposure have such disadvantages, think about their respective advantages. Happiness is in my heart, and I feel calm but passionate every day.
This is enjoyment!
After the rain, the sky was dyed blue. And I, after the rain, have a feeling.
Am I still lonely?
Put your heart in your eyes, and it will be everywhere.
Random thoughts on rain 3 It's raining in the sky, walking on the pear flower stone. The rain wet my hair, the wind messed up my coat, but my heart felt a little warm; A rain falls, the dark sky becomes clear and the mood becomes cheerful. Unlike spring rain, winter rain never stops raining. It is not as fierce as summer rain, and it is always accompanied by strong winds and lightning. Nor is it autumn rain, with the meaning of parting! Look at the grass swaying slightly by the roadside. When I was a child, I always thought I was the wind, and I could blow wherever I wanted. When I grow up, I know that I am a grass. Wherever the wind blows, I still have to fall.
Rainy days are the most beautiful colorful umbrellas. If one color can represent a mood, can many colors represent the joys and sorrows of life? In fact, every color can become the main color in people's minds, because people like different colors.
I always feel that time flies when I am busy. The winter months are over half, and these years are closed. Busy life is full, but I don't like busy life very much. People who like to stay at home have time to enjoy tea and flowers and stop to enjoy the scenery along the way. However, when you are busy, you can temporarily forget your troubles. People always sort out certain relationships and talk about certain things when they are bored.
As soon as the alarm clock rings in the morning, I get up and finish my breakfast, and then start my busy day. I can't finish my busy day and wash away my fatigue until I turn off the light at night and fall into a quiet dream.
Random composition of rain 4 Sometimes, it is sunny outside; Sometimes, it is sunny outside, but it is raining. There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison. The heart is clear, and the rain is clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain.
However, no matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains. Rain has a magic power: it can diffuse into a mood, penetrate into an atmosphere and engrave a memory. Of course, sometimes it can be a disaster. Sandstorms in spring, boredom in summer and dryness in autumn all make people pray for rain. A rain can also make the air fresher and the streets brighter. "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", and farmers' desire for rain is not alone.
When it rains, there is neither sun nor moon, but people don't think so. Maybe the rainy season is not cold, so let the sun cool for a while. Rainy nights have a charm that moonlit nights don't have. Sometimes I can't help but think of Li Shangyin's famous sentence "When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, we talk about the rain at night".
Walking in the light rain is more pleasant. Listening to the rustling sound when the rain gently hits the broad leaves of Populus davidiana or Platanus acerifolia, the beauty that moistens the bottom of my heart is incomparable even to the elegant melody that Richard Clayderman whispers in autumn under the piano. Nature's uncanny workmanship is really unparalleled.
A couple walking in an alley, the scene is very ordinary. But on rainy days, holding a light blue umbrella in your hand and wearing a beige trench coat, the effect is completely different. At first glance, Youth in the Rain is an enduring picture.
In the north, there are not many rainy days 365 days a year. So if there is poetic rain or poetic rain every day, I feel curious.
It's foggy outside the window It is raining. A few drops of water hung on the window, crystal clear, and then slipped silently along the window. The rain that fell on the earth sang loudly, as if they had experienced this excitement for the first time.
When the rain gradually subsided, I slowly opened the window and a fresh air came to my face. The leaves on the tree look greener after being washed by rain, and water droplets still hang on the leaves, reflecting smiling faces and smiling at the earth and the sky. A gust of wind blew, and a drop of water fell on my hand from nowhere. At this time, the sun moved to keep warm and emerged from the clouds. The water droplets reflected seven different colors, which was really beautiful!
I think, every drop of water, probably with the clouds and the wind, floats here and dances in the Luge. Some of them went over mountains and mountains to comb grandpa Bai Song's beard like a steel needle; Some ran to the seaside and told touching fairy tales to the fish; Some people waded across the river and sang towards the distant softly all the way; Some people have infiltrated into the earth and become selfless devotees ... When the sun shines on the earth, plants will wake up in high spirits, and the rain will return to the embrace of the sky and brew the next trip.
Another gust of wind blew, and the water drops slipped from my hands and penetrated into the center of the earth.
Rain all year round has its own characteristics.
The spring rain is gentle and subtle. Falling on the peach blossom, the peach blossom smiled; When it falls on the pear flower, the pear flower is happy; Falling on the wicker, the wicker sprouted; When it landed on the grass, the grass stuck out its little head. Spring rain is colorful. Peach blossoms are dyed red, catkins are bleached, peaks are painted green, and seedbeds are painted green. Spring rain is Fu's sentence: It turns black with the wind and moistens things silently. Very good! I love the spring rain, and I love its quiet energy!
Summer rain is rough and heroic. Summer is as moody as a doll's face. Just now it was clear in Wan Li, and soon it was overcast. Then a dazzling flash of lightning cut through the clouds, and there was another thunder, and the rain as big as beans poured down. In a hurry, the streets and sidewalks were covered with puddles. It's raining, the rain has stopped. The muddy air at the bottom has become much fresher; The hot weather has become much cooler.
Autumn rain is lingering and sweet. It has been stretched, washing the dusty red maple leaves fresher, redder and more beautiful; Knocked off the crisp yellow leaves of the buttonwood tree, just like golden butterflies flying. Indeed, the autumn rain is cool, and it gets cold when it rains.
The rain in winter is cold and deep. It rains and is very cold in winter. When it rains in winter, people wrap themselves in zongzi and try not to show their skin. People walking in the street will think: bear with it, winter has come, can spring be far behind? Yes, bear with it. Despite the rain, snow and biting wind, spring is not far away!
I like it to rain all the year round. I love the boldness of summer rain, the lingering sweetness of autumn rain, the coldness and profundity of winter rain and the tenderness and delicacy of spring rain.
Casual composition of rain 7 When the heart is clear, standing in the rain to see the world and listening to the sound of rain beating everything is as beautiful as a painting; Be careful when it rains, how sad it is to stand in the rain and watch the world and listen to the sound of rain beating everything. Unconsciously, it has been raining for a week, lying in bed looking up at the sky. It grieves and loses its original color, like an orphan who has lost everything, venting all its unhappiness and revealing the most real sadness to people. The rain beat rhythmically on the transparent glass window. I closed my eyes and listened to its sound, which calmed my heart. I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I suddenly opened my eyes, I seemed to be dreaming, but I didn't remember what I dreamed. Unexpected dream ... that moment made me very lost, but suddenly reminded me of a sentence, rain is the most holy in the world, which can wash people's hearts, so I went outside and looked up at the sky. Raindrops hit my face, and every drop was boiling hot, beating my heart and reminding me of that scene. Tick-tock, tick-tock, like jumping notes, played a long sad song, and I, like a loyal listener, enjoyed the sad performance with meaningful flavor. Tick-tock, tick-tock ... Listen to the magical melody of rain and feel the beauty of nature.
Random Thoughts on Rain Composition 8 "It's raining ..." The weather is changing. It was clear in Wan Li just now, and now it's raining in Mao Mao.
After receiving the brilliant sunshine generously given by Grandfather Sun, the earth was baptized by drizzle. Everything in the world seems to meet the rain for a long time and sway in the drizzle. I held up an umbrella and walked in the rain, as if I had held up my own world with this small umbrella. Looking at the misty and rainy scene, I have an inexplicable impulse in my heart. I resolutely put down my umbrella and walked into the rain, truly feeling the dew that nature has given to mankind.
Rain is like a naughty child. , often unexpectedly broke into people's lives, making people unprepared; Rain is more like a kind mother, stroking the earth and washing its body; Rain seems to be the messenger of Xia girl, bringing coolness to people; Rain is more like a fresh and pretty girl, bringing people new hope in the hot summer.
Rain, what a reverie rain! Your tenderness, your pretty shadow, your appearance when you are naughty, your cleverness when you are docile, and your meaning have long been deeply remembered in my heart. I will cherish you forever.
What a beautiful rain! It patted me on the shoulder and patted me on the face. Now I understand that this is the best life, and youth and vitality are surging in my body. Facing the amazing eyes of passers-by, I smiled, smiled from my heart and strode forward. ...
Sometimes, it is raining outside, but the sun is shining in my heart; Sometimes, it is sunny outside, but it is raining. There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison. The heart is clear, and the rain is clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain.
However, no matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains. Rain has a magic power: it can diffuse into a mood, penetrate into an atmosphere and engrave a memory. Of course, sometimes it can be a disaster.
Sandstorms in spring, boredom in summer and dryness in autumn all make people pray for rain. A rain can also make the air fresher and the streets brighter. "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", and it is not just farmers who are eager for rain.
When it rains, there is neither the sun nor the moon, but people don't think much. Maybe it's because the rainy season is not cold, so it's good to let the sun cool for a while. Rainy nights have a charm that moonlit nights don't have. Sometimes I can't help but think of Li Shangyin's famous sentence "When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, we talk about the rain at night".
Walking in the light rain is more pleasant. Listening to the rustling sound when the rain gently beats the broad leaves of Populus davidiana or Platanus acerifolia, the beauty that moistens the bottom of my heart, even Richard? Clayderman's elegant melody, like whispering in autumn, is also incomparable. Nature's uncanny workmanship is really unparalleled.
A couple walking in an alley, the scene is very ordinary. But on rainy days, holding a light blue umbrella in your hand and wearing a beige trench coat, the effect is completely different. At first glance, Youth in the Rain is an enduring picture.
In the north, there are not many rainy days 365 days a year. So if there is poetic rain or poetic rain every day, I feel curious.
The other day, it rained again. This is the fifth rain in this city. The weather is not good today either. In the evening, the breath in the sky is wet. I feel very uncomfortable, as if someone wanted to cry but couldn't. To tell the truth, the rain in the city is not good, it is scratching, as if a person is venting all his pain.
I remember when I was a child, I liked the rain. I was barefoot and running in the rain in open-backed pants. It was in my hometown. The rain in my hometown is charming, just like shuttling through a concert hall. I always like to watch quietly with an umbrella. Really, the rain is amazing. After a shower, it seems that everything is wet, and the rain, like dew, gives the earth a kind of vitality.
I remember I also like to play with rain, beads of rain on my umbrella. Running down the umbrella, I reached out and caught some raindrops. I picked it up, picked up a handful of rainwater and sprinkled it on my umbrella.
I, standing in front of the window, the wind playfully brushed my face and fell on my fingertips, and the sunshine came out, which was a bit dazzling. I am good at shielding it, and my fingertips become transparent and have the color of sunshine. I close my eyes, as if flying in the clouds, and I am back to my childhood game time, and my ears seem to be filled with the charming rain, as if I were back to the season of "weaving flower baskets" ... Would you do the same thing when you were a child? I smiled.
In my childhood, it rained charmingly. ...
Casual Rain 1 1 The library in the afternoon, the curtains of Lao Huang, twisted their posture unscrupulously in the wind alone, as if they had picked up the wish of their girlhood, and were vividly showing their unruly ambitions, which were light and elegant. Just as I was immersed in this unpretentious dance step, there was a ticking sound outside the window. I was shocked and it rained again. Looking up, the wicker beside the school road swayed in the rain, followed the shadow of the wind, and the catkins swirled, melting into the gloomy clouds with the filth of the sky. In subtropical summer, sometimes it is sunny and sometimes it rains cats and dogs in Wan Li.
The rain swept away the heat and restless thoughts of the whole city. The fresh and pleasant air and the scholarly atmosphere in your hands are blowing against your face, leaving traces as light as dragonfly water, which makes people excited and daydream. I can no longer resist this sweet temptation, put down my book and walk in the learned garden with a small umbrella.
Before I got to the small garden, I saw petals all over the ground, and the leaves were full of flowers. After all, I can't stand the heavy rain, but I can't help being unwilling. Yesterday's meeting is still bright and dazzling, showing the brilliance of life. Now forced to melt the mud, waiting for the next year to reproduce the enchanting and moving figure. When flowers bloom, they are precious, but they can't wait for people who cherish flowers. At the most delicate moment, I spent the darkness and loneliness, and I was devastated by the wind and rain before I could gently greet the flower friends of the old year. This rain that people love and hate! Flowers bloom for a season, people live for a lifetime, and will eventually be annihilated in endless reincarnation. The book is still lingering, watching the fallen flowers like a dream, the time is quiet, and the seasons alternate. The constant is sunrise and sunset, and the wind comes and the rain goes. I am eager to meet an elegant script in my dream trip to perform a life drama. Humming a casual song in the play, hiding the quick memory behind the dark clouds and forgetting it intentionally or unintentionally.
Rain's random composition 12 "Four hundred and sixty halls in the southern dynasties, how many towers are misty and rainy." Du Mu's poem "Jiangnan Spring" appropriately describes the graceful and hazy spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Many people say that Jiangnan spring is hard to catch. Actually, it's not. After several gentle and delicate spring rains, the hazy grass becomes tender and the weather is getting warmer. Spring rains will bring spring.
Spring rain brings the beginning of all seasons. Although she is graceful, she is determined. Listen! Raindrops are falling on the roof; Raindrops tinkle in the pond; Raindrops rustle on the leaves; What wonderful music!
Rain falls like a broken bead in rivers, lakes and seas; Rain is like an embroidery needle, embroidering a magnificent spring scene. Spring rain falls from the sky, making trees tender and grass green, and everything on the earth green. Intermittent spring rains bring people hope and vitality.
I really don't like Li Qingzhao's "The Sound is Slow" "The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. How can it be a sad word this time? " Spring rain is not as grand as summer rain and autumn rain, but it is not as sad as Li Qingzhao wrote. At the beginning of the year, the spring rain falls happily, nourishing everything, but sacrificing itself for the vitality of the earth. Rain, the spirit of heaven, wrote with life, "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently." Magnificent poetry; Melt the hard ice of the earth with your own blood; Wake up this vast sleeping land with your best voice. Rain, in its unique way, brings the hope of spring and life. It is the spring rain that gives us hope in the hot winter and summer and at the time of difficulties and low tide. Year after year, the spring rain is still continuous, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven obliquely. I walked along the blue river and shouted: endless rain!
Random thoughts on rain 13 May and June are a good rainy season. For the next four or five days. The road outside is always wet, and people don't want to go out. Do not go out! Staying at home ― it's boring, too. Therefore, people can't help feeling a little dissatisfied with the rain.
I don't think so, rain or shine, what should come will come, and what shouldn't come won't. There is a reason for coming or not. How can I get tired of the change from E?
Yesterday, it rained all day; Today, it is still raining. When I walk in the street, I always have a vague yearning. The distant green hills are mixed with white fog, and the gentle wind drives the rain away. I'm listening, and the sweet voiceless and vigorous steps reverberate in the valley. It's really fascinating to watch the scene when it rains. Go back to college. Su Ran just know clothes are wet, feel funny.
Even now, it is rainy season. Sometimes, the rain will pretend to be shy and hide in the clouds. It was the most unpredictable at that time. The weather is horribly stuffy, the ground is sweating with heat, and the corners are fighting for mold. I want to take some clothes out for air, and I am always afraid of rain; I want to go out for a walk and always worry about catching a cold.
I hope it rains, so that I can wash away this dullness, give me a little coolness and wake me up. Let me, to appreciate, that kind of "drizzle as silky" feeling.
I also hope it won't rain, make the road cleaner, go out for a walk and see the excitement outside.
Anyway, rain is always good, and sunny days are also good.
When I was a child, I liked to sit by the river and watch the clouds for a long time.
At that time, even in the city, the sky was blue, deep and high. Cotton balls are floating in the blue sky. Sometimes, clouds are in a hurry to do something and line up to the horizon; Many times, large clouds stretch lazily in your eyes, gathering or dissipating.
Look at those clouds. If you look at them for a long time, you will feel dizzy, as if you are floating.
I've been thinking: why don't the clouds fall?
Later, I learned that clouds are just water vapor. If there is no water on the ground, there will be no clouds in the sky. Clouds, if they gather too much, will fall if the sky can't hold them. This is rain.
I like rain.
Rain is an emotion.
"The phoenix tree is even more embarrassing, and at dusk, it is dripping." It's loneliness and melancholy.
"It rains at night in the autumn pool." It is loneliness and missing.
The so-called "blog" is just a small piece of "my own field" for me. My own cloud, unbearable, turned into rain and fell on my own field. Perhaps, what grows on this land is just some weeds that don't bloom or bear fruit. One or two friends come in and leave footprints in the mud, which is the most beautiful scenery.
Casual composition of rain 15 When the heart is clear, standing in the rain to see the world and listening to the sound of rain beating everything is picturesque; Be careful when it rains, how sad it is to stand in the rain and watch the world and listen to the sound of rain beating everything.
Unconsciously, it has been raining for a week, lying in bed looking up at the sky. It grieves and loses its original color, like an orphan who has lost everything, venting all its unhappiness and revealing the most real sadness to people. The rain beat rhythmically on the transparent glass window. I closed my eyes and listened to its sound, which calmed my heart. I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I suddenly opened my eyes, I seemed to be dreaming, but I didn't remember what I dreamed. Unexpected dream ... that moment made me very lost, but suddenly reminded me of a sentence, rain is the most holy in the world, which can wash people's hearts, so I went outside and looked up at the sky. Raindrops hit my face, and every drop was boiling hot, beating my heart and reminding me of that scene.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, like jumping notes, played a long sad song, and I, like a loyal listener, enjoyed the sad performance with meaningful flavor. Tick-tock, tick-tock ... Listen to the magical melody of rain and feel the beauty of nature.