Spring rain

Spring has already arrived, but the spring rain is late, until mid-March, only began to sing and sing, the willow tree is full of green shoots, naughty playfully, like a sly girl combing hair Especially lovable.

I am extremely fond of walking in the rain, but only for the spring rain. Xia Yu is too fierce, autumn rain is too sad, and winter rain is too cold. But this spring rain, charming with a refreshing, with a lovely smile, with a little crystal, she brought sweet nectar to the earth, bring cool to the people suffering from drought, but also like me Love the rain brings happiness. Walking through the rain, the raindrops sent me a slight coolness, listening to the subtle music of the raindrops colliding with the bluestone steps, letting them wash the dust of my heart.

"Drips..." The pedestrians on the roads are umbrellas, and they are merged into a colorful river that doesn't know where to go. The breeze blows people's faces. Everyone's face is full of smiles, and they are all admiring. A gentle spring rain. Occasionally there are two or three naughty children, pour the umbrella over, muttering in the mouth, to fill the umbrella of a full spring rain, taste its taste. I walked among the pedestrians, but they were unique but not lonely. Everyone talked in the rain in the relatives. I often have umbrellas on my head. When I smile and say no, they will understand. I don’t think I am an alternative. wack.

In the cracks of the stones on the side of the road, there are a large number of large blue flowers. I always think that they are the most beautiful messengers of spring. Although they are small but tenacious, they open in the daytime and immediately dying at night. Even if life is only one day, they will cherish it. It will also bring the most beautiful smiles to people. At this moment, under the watering of the spring rain, they are straighter than the waist, in various poses, and they can't see their soft breath. I leaned over and kissed gently. These cute little lives are meant to show respect for them.

"Sneak into the night with the wind, the moist things are silent." Unconsciously, the dusk has passed, the black yarn that creeps into the sky is getting richer, and everything in the world is slowly sleeping, but the rain does not stop at all. It seems that I have to take this opportunity to compensate for the vacancy in the next few days. I held my head on the window and looked at the shadow of the rain.

There is no lively and quiet during the day, the rain at night is soft and tender, and it is gentle and impeccable, but it also brings a little bit of coldness, which is extremely mysterious. The silver rain is directly on the ground, like silk, such as Juan, like a fog, like a dream, she immersed me in the realm of fantasy, imagined the magical work of the sky, actually created such a thin, so bright silk, adding so much life to the earth!

The family came to urge me. I had to close the window and sleep on the bed. But I still missed the spring rain in my heart. At night, I had a dream. I dreamed that the world had become a grass species and I was receiving irrigation from the spring rain. So, It didn't take long before it sprouted.

When I woke up the next morning, the rain had stopped. On the road, in the grass, in the woods, there was a shadow of rain everywhere. The children ran around lively, some were in the dew, oh, I know, that Yesterday, the boy with the spring rain.

Next time, when will the spring rain come? It is really exciting.