Listen to the sound of the rain

Spring green grass, summer rain and winter snow, wind and sun, lightning and thunder... These are the treasures that nature has given us.

The rain is precisely the treasure of these treasures, the elves of nature.

I love the rain, especially the sound of rain!

Chun Yu is a shy girl, "wet the wet apricot rain", when she came, people did not notice: "Heavenly rain is like a crisp," she was so warm at that time. However, the spring rain is not without sound. On the silent spring night, the spring rain falls like a flower petal. The sound is soft like cotton, light like a wind, like a little girl in the country. But the sound was infiltrated, the seedlings were full, and the sound of groaning, it was in the long bud, and it was broken!

Xia Yu is like a passionate teenager. Stepping through the sky, the white bright raindrops are covered with fields, village heads and roofs. Hearing, he made a sly laugh, and the voice was hearty and playful. Xia Yu is acute. He often panics. He falls from the roof on the concrete floor and slams; it jumps from the water to the lotus leaf, and the sound is crisp and loud. He often invites the wind to companion, cheers and cheers. The sound of the rain is mixed with thunder and lightning, and the wind is roaring. It is like an agitation battle, and it is like a passionate symphony.

Autumn rain is a mature middle-aged man. His words are so thick and show a trace of desolateness. It dripped on the leaves, it dripped on the chrysanthemum, it dripped on the sycamore tree, a sound, it was so distinct, it was so ambiguous, with a sigh and nostalgia, with the season change, the weather turned cold Feeling, "autumn wind and autumn rain swearing."

Winter rain is a very old man. He came very little. He didn't come for a long time. He suddenly became as white beans, and suddenly he was as white as he was. He sometimes hit the ground and screamed, sometimes falling on his body. Such as white hair. During the day and night, sitting by the fire, listening to the sound of the rain outside, he did not slow down, not drifting, like the erhu's sobbing, and like a violin. Unconsciously, you walked into a dreamland and walked into the dream of winter rain.

Listen to the rain, listen to the sounds of the four seasons of rain, listen to this natural sound of nature, and listen to the revelation it gives you, the joys and sorrows it conveys.

Listen, the rain has fallen, this beautiful elf.

First day: Zheng Beibei