rain

"Sneak into the night with the wind, the things are quiet." Rain, has always been so mysterious. Although the two places are in the same place, the flavor is completely different. Jiangnan has always been known for its soft beauty, soft mountains, soft water, and soft people. Under the sunshine, the West Lake in Hangzhou has a layer of golden waves, which is full of beauty and gives people a feeling of being in the landscape. Standing on the broken bridge, have you entered the world of Xu Xian and Bai Niangzi, and saw them standing on the West Lake Broken Bridge with their hands on the lake and watching a pair of confrontation games and lakes on the lake. It is already poetic, and I can't help but make a big production. It seems to be like a hundred. The sunny days are so beautiful, not to mention the rainy days. In the drizzle, a girl in cheongsam walked on the antique stone road with a paper umbrella. An unspeakable beauty is hidden in it. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is soft and soft, and the beauty is thick. In the rain, white smoke has appeared on the lake, as if it were a dream. I want to step into the wonderland. On the boating lake, brew a cup of tea, and enjoy the lightness and dreams of rain falling on the lake in the drizzle, and the rain came quietly. The rain in the north, many of the softness of the South and the extravagance of the North. In the summer of Inner Mongolia's prairie, the sun is fierce, and the portraits are scorched, but not always sunny every day. Sometimes it is often raining heavily to let you hide. At first, it was just a little raindrop, but the more you go down Big, in the end, it can be so painful that soy beans are so big. A drop of rain fell like a small life, and it fell from the sky. The shocked horse and the sheep cheered for him. He is like the greatness of the northern man, and he is informal. Summer is like this, but autumn is not the case. She is like the feminine beauty of the southern woman. Gently wipe the dust on the leaves, take it away without leaving a trace, it is silent, but also silently left, the horse sheep do not seem to know that she has been here, quietly grazing. But the little noise was not the dog's ear, he snorted, as if to pick her up. Everything is in the air. Rain, you are as bold as a man, and there is a woman-like beauty of the moon. Rain, you are amazing, we have personality because of you, China is beautiful because of you.

The second day: seven years of love sleep