Listen to the rain

From a young age, I liked to listen to the rain, and in the quiet night.

I like the rainy days without the wind, the slanting drizzle falls gently, and the air is full of refreshing taste. The rain took away the impurities in the air, and we were clear on the other side. It runs through between the heavens and the earth, forming a number of silk threads that go back and forth, giving the world the most wonderful baptism.

Now, I am facing the window, outside the window... it is raining.

The rain is weak, the lightest thing in the world, and it can't knock the heavy reinforced concrete building. The tile house is different, the raindrops are on the top, and the slamming sound immediately makes a pleasant sound. The person in the hut will have the blessing of being close to nature in the rain. When the rain is fast, the voice will be generous, such as a hundred horses, such as a horse. The rain is slowing down, the sound is weak, and it gently breaks into your heart. Like the light breeze in the ear of warm spring, the tiles seem to be specially designed for the rain. They play with due diligence and listen to the rain. Endless.

Patter, patter.

The fine spring rain, like a quiet little girl, always comes to you with light footsteps that can't be lighter. 2. Quietly weaving a veil of smoke and fog, and caged the heavens and the earth. At this point, you have to hold your breath, a voice that sounds silent, in the heart, in the rain, into a gentle, graceful, most spring-loving piece of music, just as the stars speak sweet words to the moon. Holding a cup of tea, smelling a few fragrances, listening to a spring rain, quite poetic.

Let’s go, oh oh oh oh.

Xia Yu is usually calm and affectionate, but often comes with lightning speed, impromptu madness. It is like a rock, in order to illuminate the field, it is like emitting lightning, making the night like white; it is like a flower, a lotus flower, cool your heart, leaving a narrow and narrow heart .

Shasha Shasha, Shasha Shasha.

This is a very monotonous but very rhythmic sound. If autumn is a dignified oil painting, autumn rain is the most attractive background in oil painting. Listen to the autumn rain, you will feel heavy, think about what I have gained in this year?

Tick, ticking...

Is this winter rain? Its voice is not slow or slow, and it is slow. It worked hard to wash away the dust of a winter and meet the spring. Listening to the sound of winter rain, I heard a blessing from a distant place, a comfort and a warmth, so it made me hear the slightest breath of spring rain.

Listening to the rain is a pleasure, letting you forget yourself and blend in with it.

I love to play in the rain, listen to the rain on that quiet night, and let my thoughts fly freely.

Standing quietly in the rain, spreading his hands, the raindrops gently spilled, spilled, and fell on the palm of his hand, just like the beating of the heart, the rhythm, the kindness, the raindrops creeping into my collar, cool Cool, wet, raindrops slipped into my hair, like a natural moisturizer, washing my hair more beautiful and beautiful.

The annoyance of the moment, the noise in the heart has already vanished, the green hills in the distance are more green, the flowers are more and more charming, and the birds’ songs are more and more crisp.

Third day: Li Yichen