rain

A gentle drizzle...

The fluttering fall in the soft soil, the aroma of the shower, faintly drifting across my window. The purple-blue window swayed in the breeze and floated like a sail on a ship.

A trace of drizzle gently fell out of the window, I curiously reached out and tried to catch them, and the raindrops were gently removed, gently sliding down from my fingertips.

Outside the house, the rain is like silk, and the vertical and horizontal are interwoven in the whole village, just like a thin layer of veils. A brisk cool wind blew through, blowing the thin gauze, and washing the dust on the roof, which also made people feel depressed.

Standing on the wet grass, I saw thousands of small water ripples swaying layer by layer, moisturizing the delicate flowers; just the drizzle, like a broken string of pearls, sprinkled on the ground, sprinkled on The green branches of the green oil are very cute; sprinkled on the top of the green grass, like wearing a crystal hair bun...

Gradually, the drizzle stopped, and the leaves on the lychee trees were covered with smooth dewdrops, shining like gold in the rays of the sun. The birds sang a sweet and sweet song. Magnolia flowers, the large leaves fluttered in the wind, the raindrops fell, "Ding, Ding, 咚, 咚." That song is really wonderful.

I love the rain, but it is the light rain in the spring, and the light rain is so beautiful. Nourishes the grass and trees on the earth.

Rain, the wonderful elf in nature...

Sixth grade of Fengliling Elementary School, Jiangnan District, Nanning City, Nanning, Nanning, Guangxi, China: Huang Yanhong