rain

The lazy rain sounds like a song without words, magically floating from all directions, from far and near, from far and near...

The fluttering rain silk is countless light and soft fingers, playing an elegant piece of music, each with a fantasy color. The sound of this salad, the sound of it, the beautiful sound, like a long note -

Hey, jingle, 咚咚, 哗拉拉...

The rain is tearing, sometimes it is heartbroken, and sometimes it hurts, like a person who is hitting, and ticking.

Rain is the most common. It is the tears of the sky and the expression of the mood of the sky. Some people said: "Listen to the rain, enjoy your own unique mood, it is a feeling of happiness." Every time I listen to the rain, my mood is incomparably calm, and there is a trace of sorrow in the calm.

The rain is like a cow's hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally. The roof is like a thin layer of fog. There was drizzle outside the window, dripping raindrops, and the wind blew like a musician, as if accompanied by a little dance music.

Like the silk, the rain is light and thin, and you can't hear the sound of the sound, and you can't feel the dripping of the fish. I only feel that this is a kind of wet smoke that gently moistens the earth and the heart.

Sixth grade: soft feelings