First I heard its voice, coming from the forest not far away, coming from the low grass slope-
Naughty light rain, it rains when you say it, sometimes it is big and sometimes it is small. I had to hide in the nearest valley. Didi, Huahua, shalala .......................................................................................................................................................................'s voice is getting louder from small to far. Soon, holes are everywhere. Those notes are like naughty bugs, in my heart, here and there for a while; The light and soft notes seem to float in the air. I tried to reach out and touch it, but I couldn't. In the drizzle, the rocks, green leaves and branches with different thicknesses in Taniguchi have become the tune of music. The continuous drizzle is like a beautiful girl with long hair, sitting in Taniguchi, playing that elegant ditty one after another, tirelessly. The river is shaking, and the stone in the cave is like a handsome and mature uncle, sitting there listening to this intoxicating melody. In this beautiful melody, I even forgot that I was hiding from the rain.
Rain is like a magician. With the cooperation of sunshine brothers and nature brothers, with a wave of his hand, it changed the color of the world in the rain, everything faded, faded ... light green, light blue, light yellow ... all colors were so wet in the rain, as if watercolor pigments were stained by water. All the colors are dissolved in the drizzle, dripping with water, flowing into my eyes and my heart like a stream, which makes me feel extremely comfortable. I can't remember the color of the world in my mind. It's full of water and looks a little wet. In my opinion, even if Leonardo da Vinci, the world's top painter, is still alive, I'm afraid he can't do it. This picture composed of natural scenery in the rain will be unforgettable for anyone.
At the end of my day dream trip, the light rain suddenly stopped. The wind also sat down quietly and enjoyed everything in the valley. The valley suddenly quieted down after the rain. Suddenly, a loud birdsong broke the silence. I picked up a stone and threw it into the river, making a crisp sound, as if I were still immersed in the mood after the rain.
Knock-wow-ding-ding-wow-
It's like a symphony of valleys and drizzle ~