Jiangnan Yu

Suzhou is a beautiful town in the south of the Yangtze River, known as the "Venice of the East." The powder wall and the tile, the small bridge and the water, the bluestone ancient alley, all show its charm. There are embroidered embroidered mothers in the workshop, and there are boat maidens in the clear water, which are not available in other places. However, the most absolute, it is still rain.

I opened the window, sang songs, and the rain filled with patters drifted in. The spring rain is small and fluttering like a catkin. Fresh and delicate, graceful and elegant. She is not ill, telling me gently. I have never liked to drink tea, but today I am interested in making a pot of tea. I leaned against the window and slowly licked the tea. The faint tea fragrance is intertwined with the refreshing spring rain. It is no wonder that the ancients had a cloud: "The green scorpion, the green smock, the slanting wind and the rain do not have to return." Generally speaking, this is a leisurely scene.

Xia Yu is not as soft as the spring rain, and it is very vigorous and hearty. He is accompanied by the wind, with thunder, a huge momentum, a good summer rain! The shocking lightning, the raging wind, the violent storm, everything reveals his personality. He growled: "Come on! I am not afraid! I am not afraid of anything!" After the rain, everything can only be described with a poem: "The water is bright and the weather is fine, and the mountains are empty and rainy."

Autumn rain is late, and people who are resentful are loving. She sings the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet with a mournful voice, sometimes like a mountain stream, and sometimes has a desire to rest. Like a lady, a reserved, noble, accompanied by a touch of sadness. I wandered on the tree-lined path and listened attentively. Some of the yellowed phoenix leaves suddenly floated in front of my eyes. Looking at this scene, I can't help but think of Bai Juyi's "The Song of Everlasting Sorrow": "Spring breeze and plum blossoms open the day, when the autumn rain falls on the leaves."

Winter rain accompanied by wind and frost, slowly come. This rain is so cold, like freezing people. The scented scent of the scented scented plum, the pale yellow petals twitched slightly, and each piece was crystal clear. I have a warm coffee in my hand, and I can't help but feel a little worried: Is such a good plum, will it be ruined by the winter rain? But this Lamei was not afraid at all, but instead raised her head more proudly. I seem to have seen the arrival of spring. Su Shi has a poem: "The climate in the south of the Yangtze River, the winter rain is cold in the winter."

The rain varies from season to season and each has its own characteristics. I love the rain and love this Jiangnan rain.

5th Class, Pingjiang Experimental School, Suzhou City, Jiangsu Province, China