rain

The rain in April was quietly under the air.

Listen quietly to the rain and watch it fall. They sang songs and danced. They splashed, beating, raining in the wind, rain and wind, and they were seamless. The flying raindrops only ask for powder and bones after splashing. They only want to stir up the pieces, slip on the window, drip on the leaves, and flow into people's hearts. It is so calm and peaceful.

In the alleys of the paulownia planted on both sides, the rain fell gently. He washed the gray stone road and washed the bright green leaves of the phoenix tree. Everything is bright. The moss that hides is like dyed hair, and the green one is full of bright colors. This quiet alley has occasionally walked by people with umbrellas, but they are always taking steps, watching this picture and listening to this poem.

An impetuous heart is gradually calming...

I don't want to have an umbrella like this light rain. I always feel that this crystal raindrop is a sacred messenger, a holy embodiment, and will wash away all the dirt. And I am willing to accept his baptism, let him fall and hit his hair.

The children who are playing in the rain do not know whether they think so. The cheerful laughter and the crisp rain are all in one...

I think the floating elf is the soul of the rain.

He flew in the world, turned into the hope of awakening, turned into a mourning for the soul, and turned into a poem.

It is quiet and does not disturb anyone...

The rain in April is still quietly.

Jiayuguan Second Middle School: Chen Ying