rain

To the rain, some people like it, some people hate it, some people sigh, some people are crazy, and they feel different. The rain went with the mood. When I was in a good mood, some people said that the rain gave me a free car wash. When I was in a bad mood, some people said how to meet the rainy days. So the mood is a barometer of words.

Spring rain, tangled, like a song of a graceful song, turned to people's minds, "Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening"; Xia Yu, 滂滂沱沱, such as a fierce movement, shocking people's hearts, confrontation The rain is sprinkling on the river, and it washes the autumn; the autumn rain, the patter, the likes of the hundred knots and resentment, swaying full of cockroaches, "the phoenix is ​​more drizzle, to the dusk, bit by bit"; winter rain, covered the veil , turned into a cold winter snow, making the world infinitely holy...

There are many articles about writing rain. The rains of different writers are also different flavors: the rain of Mr. Lao She’s pen, with the wind, can not find the north; the rain under Zhu Ziqing’s pen is spring rain, wind and rain, is warm Warm, with elegant air. The glitz of the world is smug, and we need to be polite. We need to treat it with peace of mind. It is not the case for rain. Only by removing impetuousness and a little more calm can we appreciate its fun and poetry and feel its subtlety and beauty.

Rain is actually beautiful, but it depends on whether one likes it or not...

Sixth grade: Li Dongye