Sense of rain

People will pass away, things will go away, Congress will die, the soil will split, the fire will be destroyed, gold and silver jewelry will be rotted, and in the world, how can it last forever?

Only the rain will last forever. It came from ancient times, with the tired dust of the ancient country, an elegant ancient. It’s dark, it’s quietly thrown into the world, letting people smell the mud of the ancient country.

The fragrance. In the dead of night, I sat quietly thinking at the desk. Suddenly, a slight sound of "嘀嘀" broke the silence and looked at the unintentional "spoiler". I didn't have the heart to complain, but instead

I was attracted by the girl's delicate body. It allowed me to enter the beautiful illusion, unable to extricate myself, the girl's delicate, the girl's soft, let me admire, let me ponder.

It is immortal in the natural world, and the rain flies from the heavens to the world. Or the sun and the rain of the sun, how happy and beautiful; or the rain and the rain, the things are fine; or the rain is pouring down, falling from the hole in the sky. But whether the rain is as big as a goose feather, as small as a fine gray, it nourishes the minds of all the people in the natural world, so that the flowers and plants have a chance to regenerate.

The rain caused the grass to peep out the green little head from the land. It absorbed nutrients in the land every day. As the day passed, the grass grew older. When the footsteps of the autumn god are slowly approaching, the grass is sleeping.

It became the nourishment of the earth's life and contributed to the bright earth. Its residue was sucked up by the hot sun. In the sky, it turned into transparent rain, once in the rain, the rain again

It fell to the ground and made another contribution to the earth. Rain always lives in the cycle of nature.

The rain is immortal in the praise of people. It sneaked into the world with the footsteps of the wind uncle, watered the flowers and trees, and sneaked away, leaving no traces, not letting the world know, "sneak into the night with the wind, moist and fine." Praise for its selfless dedication, no return, and obscurity to contribute to nature.

Praise its arrogance, how many bloody men with ambition and long-term growth in the wind, refining their own strong perseverance. Do not experience the wind and rain, how to see the rainbow, the earth is shocked by the rainstorm

This is a slogan for it; the world has also raised a seven-color rainbow for it, which is affirmation and reward for it.

Praise the gentleness of the rain, the drizzle is the gentle tears of the world, it was touched by the warmth of human affairs. The wind has dried up its tears of goodwill, leaving a fresh, quiet, one

Its freshness reminds me of her, her silence makes me ponder, and its warmth makes me happy.

Rain! The flowers sing for you, the willows dance for you, the grass blesses you, and the pines open the way for you.

How long have you survived the rain, how many ancient and melodious melody you have heard, how much time and space you have passed through, although ignored, but forever living with people.

I don't know if I am lacking in ink and ink, or the ancient life of rain. I can't use the ink to tell the long life of rain.

The unparalleled beauty of the rain is my love!

Sixth grade: Li Chunyan