Rain falls into love

The long rain falls into the soft, tender spring. The spring rain of Jiangnan is soft and beautiful; the spring rain of the loess high slope is tender but not heroic; the spring rain of the northern country is beautiful; the spring rain of the desert is lonely.

The spring rain drips on the land of the south of the Yangtze River, quiet and silent. Slowly dripping along the edge of the eaves, and the drip is falling on the bluestone. A string of dense rain, even into a silk, woven into a net, shrouded the passionate Jiangnan. The silver-like rain fell into the water, and the circle of ripples appeared, like the shallow smile of Jiangnan women, swaying the friendship of Jiangnan. Hey, look at the long and lonely alley, the rain that is rendered by the rain, the deep alleys of the alleys come with a woman holding a paper umbrella, Yu Tingting. The woman with the same lilac is full of resentment and sorrow. Is this rain that brings you back to your heart?

The spring rain drips on the loess's high slopes. Some of them are dignified. It seems that there is no gentleman in the Jiangnan women and more heroic. A drop of spring rain has also begun to become powerful. Like a vigorous drum hammer, it is squatting on the open ground. Every drop will splash a layer of soil waves. Flying, squatting, dancing, intertwined, the spring rain of the loess high slope is like a huge and rough long axis scroll, which is breathtaking, earth-shattering, shocking and violent, watching the rain on the loess slope makes my heart tide For a long time, the stirring, groaning, moved. The spring rain of the loess high slope is clearly a man of arrogance, writing a pen and ink, drawing a plateau spring rain map of the strong mountains and rivers!

The spring rain dripped in my heart, pattering, dyed the green willow, printed red peach, sweetened the land. On the side of the candlelight window, the rain drops the banana to leave a little sadness; on the edge of the roof tile, the rain falls lightly and the starting point is happy; on the side of the field, the rain wets the seedlings and plantes a little hope; in the green willow red bridge The rain falls into the water and the starting point is emotional. The spring rain dripped into the poet's feelings; "Spring rain is as oily" spring rain drops into the hearts of the peasants; "Tianjie Xiaoyu Run as crisp" spring rain drops to the sentiment of sending friends... ... spring rain falls into the scene, spring rain falls into the heart, spring rain falls into love.

The spring rain on the pavilion is not falling.
Spring rain into the lonely alleys of the scenery;
Spring rain is in the heart to send friends away from home;
Spring rain into the banana window candlelight.
The scene of the spring rain,
The heart of spring rain,
Spring rain,
The streaked smudged in my heart.
The dancing steps swayed in the wind,
Feelings of lingering clouds.
Since then, I have fallen in love with spring rain.
Think of her as my lover.
My best friend,
My concern.
Because the rain has fallen,
Into my love.
--postscript

Third day: Lu Yizhi