The composition of sound
They are countless fingers reaching down from the sky and touching the dark earth. In the sound of falling and buzzing, I silently listened to their contact with the earth.
They patted the roof of my cabin. The voice is soft. The thatched grass sucks the rain. Before the raindrops hit the roof, the soft grass has sucked them dry, leaving only a slight rustle at night, like a low sigh. ...
They landed on the leaves outside my window and made a hissing sound, like many people clapping in the distance, clapping one after another. This is not warm applause, but gentle and restrained, as if driven by an invisible force, and keeps going. What is worth applauding on a lonely cold night?
They are knocking on my doors and windows, too. This irregular voice seems to have been whispering to me: Hey, what are you doing on the roof? Walking into the rain, we will wash away your physical and mental fatigue. Come out!
Suddenly, they came into my house. At first, it was the ground, ticking, ticking, clear and loud, just like the trumpet in a symphony. It's my roof that leaks rain. The rain soaked the thatch on the roof and penetrated into the house. Soon, the crisp ticking sound reached the table beside my bed and turned into a dull plop sound ... Then, it should reach my bedding and body face.
I don't want to stop them from visiting or entering. Let them go, let the sound in this room blend with the myriad sounds between heaven and earth outside, let me become a part of the rain and moisten myself and the world at the same time. ...
rain
The ancients praised the beauty of nature, and they all loved romance. But I like to rain alone.
Rain includes Mao Mao rain, sparse rain, shower, rainstorm, heavy rain, light rain, rainy day, rainy day, lewd rain, good rain, dense rain, misty rain, Mao Mao rain, apricot rain, Huang Meiyu rain, bean flower rain, mulberry rain, downpour and timely rain. Rain has a different feeling in everyone's eyes.
The most touching thing is the spring rain. She is so gentle and warm, walking in the drizzle together, it is easy to fall into a romantic atmosphere.
Nothing is more pleasant than the rain in summer. She came so suddenly and enthusiastically, washed her mind in the torrential rain, and the irritability and block in her chest were swept away.
There is nothing more chic than autumn rain. She is so elegant and relaxed. If you meditate leisurely in the misty rain, you will feel the charm of mature life.
The heaviest thing is the winter rain. She is so cold and sad. Looking back in the drumming shower will remind you of the past melancholy and the beautiful night of attachment.
I like shopping in the rain. The dense raindrops dispersed the noise, noise and desolation of the metropolis, so the narrow streets in the past suddenly became wide and long; The faint raindrops washed away the dust, filth and impurities in the street center, so everything gradually showed a bright and pure luster, greener and redder, and better looking. Handfuls of colorful umbrellas, like slim girls, adorn the streets with various customs.
I prefer traveling in the rain. The solemn green hills turned out to be charming, and the dark green water seemed so gentle. The jungle became wet and the stone steps became light. Seeing clouds in the rain is unpredictable, just like life is unpredictable; Boating in the rain for fun, far and near are hazy, and people are in poetry.
On rainy days, it's better to hide in a small building, hide in a humble room, make friends with three or five friends, or have tea to catch up, talk about the wind, talk about heroes and legends, and talk about the absurdity of the world; Or listen to the string in the rain, Jiangnan style music theory, big strings and small strings are intentional.
The rain without friends is pleasant, sitting alone under the window listening to the rain and reading, reading poems and songs, reading good novels, such as bathing in spring rain, drinking old wine and seeing the truth. Or worried, frowning and sighing, crying for the ancients; Or beaming, long-cherished wish, get eternal friends.
I am predestined friends with the rain, because many strange ideas germinate in the rain; I am destined for rain, and many wonderful stories have changed because of my sensitive heart.
Cao's Rain Edge
Rain falls straight from the clouds, slowly and gently at first. After a while, the rhythm accelerated and the intensity became more and more fierce, becoming an oblique rain arrow. Later, many sub-arrows were born in the mother arrow, and the rain star evolved into water mist. The sky was white and it was difficult to separate silk threads. At this time, I always feel that there are many skillful hands in the air, weaving a huge water curtain quickly and neatly. ...
Timely rain in Wuyishan
It rained for several days in succession, and the sky was not clear at all.
I sit at my desk from morning till night. The desk is horizontal in front of the window. I looked up and saw the rain dripping down the glass. My eyes looked out through the glass and saw only a vague rain. The rain dripped monotonously on the slate floor under the window, and it was almost the same sound for several days. At first, the sound only reached my ears, and then gradually entered my heart. It torments my heart so much that I can't put my heart on this book. Finally, at night, I can't even tell the handwriting on the book. ...
It is still raining outside. The alley is very quiet. Because of the rain, the stone floor became very slippery. Raindrops floated on my face and wet my glasses. I don't care about these, I only know that the fire in my heart needs rain to put it out. I walked out of the narrow alley in confusion.
The street is relatively wide, but what is presented to me is a desolate scene ... everything is lifeless. Only the rain keeps falling vigorously, and those raindrops hit the lifeless ground with great pressure.
..... Several times my feet were soaked in water, and the water overflowed my shoes and soaked my socks, and I didn't care. I strode like that, as if I would fall into someone's palm as soon as I stopped. ..... I don't know. I've been away for a while. But my heart is still suffering from the fire. Cold and wet raindrops are useless to me. I don't feel cold or tired.
Ba Jin's rain
spring rain
I don't know why I like rain. Because it is vague and subtle, because it is full of vitality, because it lives forever, because only it connects the boundless sky and the boundless earth.
"Fish comes out in the drizzle, and the swallow leans in the breeze", "Sneak into the night with the wind, and moisten things silently". The light rain in spring is the gentleness and humility of nature, the generosity and elegance of nature, but it is also the naughty nature. It exists, it caresses, it moistens, but it leaves no trace. It's hard to find with your eyes. Wait for spring with your palm, your cheek and your heart.
Wang Meng's rain boat
After "Tomb-Sweeping Day", the spring rain began to fall, but it didn't clear up until "Grain Rain". Pears have fallen. The peach blossom was wet by the rain. The wheat in the field can't wait for the sun, so it has to quietly jointing and heading in the drizzle.
Lee Joon's Qingming Rain
From the gray sky, from the floating clouds, from the gentle south wind, it falls, it falls-
Rain, light blue rain in spring!
Thousands of silver wires, rippling in mid-air, were fascinated by long veils and covered with black fields. Rain falls on the reservoir, like dripping into a glittering jade plate, splashing pearls; Rain falls on the treetops, like brushing the soft long hair on the branches; Raindrops fell on the earth, rolling up a light smoke, and the earth seemed to burst into a dimple of laughter. ...
Song of Rainy Days in Liu Zhanqiu
It was still raining when I left the bookstore. In the distance is a farmland. Under the nourishment of spring rain, wheat seedlings grow greener and cauliflower blooms more golden; In the criss-crossing fields and ditches, springs trickled down.
Liu de chun Yu
The spring rain swished down. Through the glass window dripping with rain outside, I can see distant peaks, pine slopes, plains, bamboo forests, villages and towns in the upper reaches of the Weihe River in the western Qinling Mountains, and hundreds of miles of smoke waves, all shrouded in white spring rain.
Liu Qing's entrepreneurial history
Rain is the most common, lasting for two or three days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green to the eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the roadside and on the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas, farmers working in the fields, wearing hats and hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.
Zhu Ziqing's Spring
I don't know when it began to rain. The rain is as light and thin as spun silk. I can't hear the sound of falling and I can't feel the dripping of rain. I just feel as if this is a kind of wet smoke, which has no shape and noise and gently moistens the earth and people's hearts.
Spring rain in Lijiang River, Chen Miao
The rustling spring rain, like a hospitable tour guide, enjoys this beautiful natural scenery with me: mountains, gurgling streams, green wheat seedlings, weeping willows ... all decorated by this spring rain, which is more enchanting and charming. It is simply a picture of mountains and rivers with a strong Chinese painting style. Even the surrounding air has become particularly moist and refreshing, and it is really fragrant when inhaled into the lungs. These are rare enjoyment for the victims of public hazards in big cities. ...
Chen Dianguo's Hometown of Poets
Rainy nights are more poetic. The drizzle is like smoke and fog, fluttering and lingering, dyeing trees and grass and country roads. A few purple swallows went through the rain curtain and dropped a string of green notes. Three or two impatient apricot flowers on the village wall have been picked in the rain, soft and fresh, reminiscent of the artistic conception of the poem "apricot flowers in the rain"
Guo's "Dusk for Hometown"
Yu Xia
In the evening at the end of July, the weather was extremely sultry, there was no wind, the branches were motionless, and only the tireless cicadas made a crisp sound. On the dirt road, earthworms roll; Swarms of ants, hurriedly into the nest; Countless dragonflies are hovering in the lowlands. In the western world, dark clouds gradually came up, followed by dull thunder.
……
The wind is rushing, and the dark clouds cover the head in an instant. The strong wind whistled through the trees by the roadside. Lightning flies in the air like a winding Crimson Lotus. With the deafening thunder, it rained cats and dogs.
Smart new bridge
..... I remember a summer rain; -But is it still raining? -Those raindrops are big and heavy and fall in this palm garden. Raindrops are so heavy in this garden where flowers and trees are competing for each other. The branches, leaves and flowers in the garden are rolled up like garlands sent by lovers, and then scattered on the water. Streams carry pollen and make them spread far away; The stream turned yellow because of turbidity. The fish in the pool were also stunned. You can hear the carp opening its mouth on the water.
(French) Gide's land grain
autumn rain
The autumn rain is falling and fluttering. As silk, as silk, as fog, as smoke. Cool silk falls on the face and flows into the mouth, sweet, like rice wine and honey, intoxicating, dreamy and infatuated.
Guo's August, a mature hometown.
The gray sky and the drizzle woke up the chill in September, so the cicada stopped crying; Eucalyptus and Casuarina are decorated with crystal beads to mourn its aging.
Autumn, stepping on fallen leaves, also brought misty rain.
The rain in the sky is floating a little, like fine sand flying all over the sky; It brings a hope to the green things on the earth, moistens the leaves, brings a pleasant taste to the ducks in the pond, and looks for the mystery of autumn.
Walking on the wild road, mushroom-shaped umbrellas are propped up one by one, as comfortable as lotus leaves propping up smooth raindrops. The gray sky and the scenery not far away are called a hazy painting by the sound of rain.
Walking in the rain, raindrops slide and drip on the umbrella. When will the rain stop? The autumn wind brought no news.
Deng Rongkun's Autumn Rain
Autumn rain swished down. Fine rain threads weave a gray curtain between heaven and earth. The horizon disappeared. Brown and black clouds recline on the hills, the sky is very low, and the field of vision is just a narrow circle. ...
Lu Yao's thrilling scene
It rains autumn rain every day here, as if it will never be sunny. Red leaves and yellow leaves piled on the path, one inch thick. It's wet and soft to step on. There are few lakes, but it is still once a day. On the long and quiet road, I walked alone, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting my umbrella. Sometimes I laugh at myself and don't know what the purpose is to come alone in the wind and rain! Here we are, soaked through the rock outcrops and roots. There is no place to sit, so I can only stand for a while and watch the misty fog. The lake is extremely white and light, and the trees around the lake bank are hidden. I can't see the size of the lake, but it feels mysterious.
Bing Xin's Letter to Young Readers —— Communication 8
The mid-autumn sun was washed down the cat pond by the continuous rainstorm a few days ago. God seems to be seriously ill, and the gloomy weather of ephedra makes people want to raise their hands and destroy some beloved things. In the rain curtain, the nearby houses and trees seem unbearable to be abused by the cold wind, and no groans can be heard. The water Cyclobalanopsis forest in the distance is like a glued rag, sticky, fuzzy and lifeless. The mountains in the distance blend with the leaden sky. I don't know whether the sky has collapsed to the foot of the mountain or the mountain has filled the sky.
Blue Leopard in Tan Li
fog precipitation
The next day, it was a foggy rainy day. In Chongqing, this kind of life is the most depressing and miserable. The sky is like a black hood, covering the roof, the ground is covered with mud, and cars are rolling in the mud on the road. It rained for a while, and people walking in the street walked under the eaves of others with umbrellas, like playing dragon lanterns.
Zhang Henshui's Ghost World
drizzle
Seven or eight miles away from Baozigou, dark clouds covered the whole sky layer by layer, and a cool wind blew gently, and it began to rain. It doesn't rain much, but it's thin and dense, and it looks like people's faces are covered with powder. Grasslands, trees, and valleys that slowly spread to the whole empty place are all such light, flowing and humid smog.
Ouyang Shan's Gao Qian the Great
It kept raining, and the stone road was washed clean by the rain. The newly jointing bamboos on both sides of the road are covered with broken rain stars, green and endless. In the mountain stream under the road, a peach forest and newly blossoming peach blossoms were caged in the misty rain in April, and printed with a layer of moist red mist. This ethereal green, this mass of red mist, is really like watercolor just dripping on rice paper, slowly infiltrating.
The peony garden in a tight array
In the evening, it began to rain in Mao Mao. The masses call it "rain on the face". The rain is as fine as silk thread and as light as flour. With the gentle spring breeze, it floats in the sky. Sometimes it looks like fog, shrouded in willows, rivers and reeds.
Lee Joon's The Yellow River Flows East.
light rain
The world is gray; In an instant, warm raindrops began to fall, and soon I heard the sound of raindrops falling on every field and orchard, pattering and ringing.
The road is getting cold, giving off a unique smell of rain; Birds sing and welcome them; The world is bathed in light gray, trembling and drizzling; Thirsty wheat fields, withered leaves, trees, streams with dry throats, dry mud-they are all drinking water to their heart's content and silently expressing their gratitude.
Farmer Lemont
shower
Sometimes there will be showers on the grassland. It first hangs transparent rain feet on the slope, like curtains made of black sand, turning the bright sunshine into pleasing golden yellow and sprinkling it on the vast grassland. Then, the feet of the rain slowly fluttered with the wind and moved down the hillside. After a while, the raindrops as big as beans fell obliquely, and the whole grassland was like a white fog.
Zhang Xianliang's soul and body
wind and rain
It's windy and rainy today, the world is white and plants bow their heads. At five o'clock in the morning, I already think that the morning glow is not bright, but miserable green and strange red, which is terrible! It's only about eight o'clock, and the wind and rain are coming! Everyone went into their room from the porch and desperately closed the doors and windows. The mountains are out of sight in white. Rain rushed into the window screen, hit the glass and splashed in through the window gap. Strong winds flow down from the roof, accumulate rainwater in the water hole and blow like a fountain. My boredom was blown away by this magical wind and rain. In the monotonous life, there should have been a great destruction. It suddenly occurred to me that if we were on a ship in Yorkshire at this time, there must be some wonders in the Pacific Ocean.
Bing Xin's Letter to Young Readers-Newsletter XIII
The rain outside the window is getting louder and louder. It's like walking on the roof. The rain beads beat the glass on the window in a complicated way, and the wind blew the wet branches and swept the leafy railings outside the corridor. There is a rustling sound.
Bingxin superman
torrential rain
The wind roared and the rain began to rain again, getting bigger and bigger. Ray, turn over. The storm almost pushed the reeds into the water. Raindrops hit the lotus leaves and turned around like beads. On the calm water, there are waves. Heaven is connected with water, and water is connected with heaven.
Jing yuan's Biography of New Children's Heroes
Thick raindrops fell violently on the roof, and the dark sky seemed to collapse. Lightning and thunder, storms, as if to engulf the whole universe.
Luo Guangbin Yang Yiyan's Red Rock
Dr. McFarr stared at the continuous rain, which made him nervous. The rain here doesn't fall gently on the ground like we do in Britain, but it scares people mercilessly and makes you feel the evil of the original power of nature. The rain didn't pour down, but it seems to have burst its banks. Just like the flood from the sky, it constantly impacts the corrugated iron roof, making people crazy, as if the rain would be violent. Sometimes it makes you feel that if you don't stop, you will scream. Then, you suddenly feel powerless, as if all your bones are tender, only distress and despair.
(British) Rain in Mao Mu.
Because for a while, it rained harder and harder, and it rained cats and dogs, and suddenly nothing could be seen. The rain was not a rain note at all, but the heaven opened the floodgate and poured the flood of Tianhe into the world.
(waving) Act before you act.
Heavy rain; rainstorm
I was doing my homework under the willow tree when I suddenly found that the weather had changed and it was windy. I quickly packed my textbooks and exercise books and moved the small table and bench into the house. At this time, the wind began to blow, and the branches of the trees shook violently in the wind, whistling in the air and beating like wild whips. Some dead branches and leaves whirled and danced with the wind and fell in succession. Strong winds fell on the ground with a little cold rain. Looking up at the sky, I saw the dark clouds rolling overhead, like thousands of troops and horses, surging and rushing to the south.
Thunderstorms in Wang Bo
The storm chased the dark clouds, spewed lightning, and shook everything from the ocean, mountains and the outside world. ...
The storm stands in space, chopping the whole world with its thunder, chopping the boundless clouds and mountains. ...
The storm is ordering: all hypocrisy and timidity go away! All darkness and ugliness get out of here!
Then, the storm passed and the world became so clean. We saw the red sun rising on the edge of the ground. We are all sitting on this steam wheel. ...
Michelle's "Morning Piccolo"
One day in August, the sun was fierce and the mother and son were walking on the invisible road. Dark clouds appeared in the southwest sky, and under the dense rain, the world was dark. From a distance, the curtain woven by rain feet hangs from the sky to the ground in the southwest, which really looks like the legendary dragon beard. The wind with moisture is blowing violently, and lightning and thunder rain clouds are blowing quickly.
Zhou Libo's storm
Snowy rain
The light rain in March mixed with snowflakes kept falling, and the air over Rhodes Island was covered with a thick and sticky fog. Raindrops hit the tin roof, clattered, and then flowed to the sidewalk, to the dark and muddy streets, and to the bare trees clinging to the long fence and shivering in the cold wind. The wind blew from the soft fields in the wild, rolled violently on the muddy streets, and the fence kept shaking, trying to open all the roofs, but finally disappeared to the ground. But after a while, it rustled the branches again and kept hitting the glass window of a low-rise bungalow. In this room, a ray of light suddenly flashed.
(Bo) Le Monte's "The Blessed Land"
Night rain
The sound of rain all night brings moisture and abundance to midsummer. Even dreams are wet.
I dreamt-
The canal is full of water, and the sparkling waves are laughing, screaming and squeezing into the fields; Tomorrow morning, when the smoke is dripping with dew, there are fresh vegetables and red and pink flowers for sale. ...
Out of the stream, from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, the green trees and vines all over the mountain enjoy the moisture and caress of the water; Tomorrow morning, dew will shine among the dense green branches and leaves, and beautiful birds will fly out of the forest with the morning glow in their mouths. ...
Rivers, lakes and seas have been flooded, and the barren beaches that have been dry for a whole winter have been swept away by the rushing water, and the channels exposed to the rocks have also been swept away by the waves; Tomorrow morning, the hope and confidence of hikers are full of dew, and new sails and new steam turbines set sail with horns and whistles. ...
Rain at Night by Tang Datong
sun lamp
When it rains, the sky is cheerful, not so gloomy, giving people a feeling of indifference and depression. You can see the blue sky and the dazzling sun. Clouds with moisture are also clear and white There is sun in the rain, and there is rain in the sun. Thousands of silver wires are floating in the air. It weaves beautiful brocade, washes the green hills, nourishes Yuan Ye, kisses the seedlings, and endows the rivers and clear springs with heroic deeds.
Therefore, the sun rain is bright and kind.
Sun rain in Romania
Emei jade
The rain changed the color of the mountain forest. In the sun, the color levels of the mountain forest are almost unrecognizable, from dark green to emerald green, from light green to golden yellow, from red to fiery red. In the rain, all the colors melt in the dripping green, dazzling and transparent. This fresh green seems to flow in the rain and fog, into my eyes and into my heart. ...
The green in the rain is difficult to adjust on the painter's palette, but as long as you have seen the dripping green, it will be unforgettable. Memory is like a dry rice paper. This kind of green, with the light rain, quietly melted on the paper. ...
Zhao's freehand brushwork of Emei
A crisp rain came, mixed with the sweetness of eucalyptus, filled the forest and made people feel cold. This rain is also very strange. There is no rain, just like a faint fog, slowly and peacefully floating, just like a girl's slender fingers, gently brushing away all the dust, rocks and trees, and then the green light shines. "It didn't rain on the mountain and my clothes were wet." This may be the portrayal of the rain in Emei.
Fan's Rain in Emei
Cold rain
After the shock, the cold in spring intensified. First, the material is steep, and then the rainy season begins, sometimes dripping and sometimes wet, even in dreams, it seems to be holding an umbrella. With an umbrella, you can avoid a cold rain and the whole rainy season. Even my thoughts are wet.
Yu Guangzhong listened to the cold rain.
First, it was dark, the city was shrouded in huge frosted glass, and the shadows were elongated and deepened indoors. Then the cool water filled the space, and the wind whirled from every corner, feeling that the heavy breathing on every roof was shrouded in gray clouds. Rain is coming, the lightest percussion is knocking on the city, and the vast roofs are knocking one by one from far and near. Guqin, with its fine and dense rhythm, has its own softness and kindness in monotony, bit by bit, as if it were unreal. If a familiar nursery rhyme falters in the cradle of childhood, mother will sing it.
Yu Guangzhong listened to the cold rain.
Yuqiancha
At dusk, the weather is very depressing, and red dragonflies are flying everywhere on the stream. Clouds have begun to rise in the sky, and the hot air has blown the two mangosteens very loudly. It looks like it will rain heavily at night.
Shen Congwen's Border Town
Ah! Just a gust of wind! But there is no wind, dark clouds are coming from all directions, the sky is getting darker and darker, and the air is humid and sultry, making people breathless. A storm is coming.
Ru Zhijuan's On the Hecheng River
in the rain
By that morning. The sky, which has been clear until the last day or two, is overcast and the weather is very sinister. The wind clearly indicates that it is going to rain. At twelve o'clock, it began to rain, although it was small, but it continued; It is difficult to judge when the dry weather will end and the rainy day will begin. Within an hour, the rain in Mao Mao turned into a downpour, and the sky kept hitting the ground. It is really impossible to predict when the storm will end.
Several people gathered fearlessly on the grass, but by three o'clock, Henchard saw that his plan was going to fail. The ham on the shoulder pole dripped with yellow wine-like smoke, and the pig shivered in the wind. There is no painted wooden table, because the tablecloth is soaked, the wood grain is exposed, the tarpaulin can't stop the rain, and the rain drops down at will. At this time, it seems that it will be useless to cover all sides. The scenery on the river disappeared, and the wind blew the ropes of the tent with great power; Finally, a gust of wind overturned the whole tent, and some people who had been sheltering from the rain had to climb out on four legs.
(British) Hardy's The Mayor of Casterbridge
After the rain
The rain dispelled the sultry heat and the air was as cold as mint. Trees soaked by rain look like green emeralds. Rocks washed by rain are so bright that they become crystals. There is no dust in the air. Everything in Shan Ye is particularly fresh and transparent, and people can see far away.
Haoran's landscape
After the rain, the sky was blue and transparent, a gentle rainbow floated in the east, and several white clouds inlaid with Phnom Penh floated and dissipated in the sky ... Dust was deposited on the wet ground, and the air was pure and refreshing, emitting a sweet and hot taste. The branches are covered with water drops, just like strings of silver beads, shiny, oily and happy. Oil green grass, like a well-played cotton, has no sound. The roadside is full of wheel-like fragrance of tea, mother-in-law, willow herb and cucumber. Bowls of tea, wild lily and some unknown flowers are soft, clear, Xiu Xiu and shy.
Cong Zhenqian's "Country Misty and Rain Map"
Looking at the greener trees on the roadside after the rain, the fragrance of vegetation is still floating in the air. I can't stand the filth of the city. The fresh air is like washing my internal organs, and my whole body is clear. It seems natural to want to sing something.
Jin Yi's The Road Up the Mountain
The rain gradually weakened. Hehe, all that is left in the rain is the dripping sound in front of the lonely eaves. Spider-like rain feet are broken and dancing feebly in the air. Moss and Saxifraga on the rocks were dyed green by rain, and the fat scorched leaves were washed away by clean rain. Emerald pearls are constantly dripping from rocks and charred leaves. These lovely beads not only washed their eyes, but also moistened their hearts like nectar.
Autumn of Ba Jin
Summer rain is easy to fall and end. It's not too far below the mountain, and the flow of the river is noisy and open. Between the cracks of every stone beside me, there is the sound of water, like the song sung by crickets in autumn. Forests, fields, invisible vast and distant places are unexpectedly quiet! This will remind people of a child who is tired of crying and is asleep now. The stars become more and more beautiful after the rain. They didn't look at anything on purpose, but they just blinked bored. ...
Xiaojun village in August
After the rain, the flowers in the yard seem to have taken a bath and look like business is full. The seedlings were nourished by light rain and grew stronger. The muddy road seems to be coated with lubricating oil, and many animals come out to "skate"! After the rain, the air was fresh and everything was very lively.
After the Rain by He Xinyi
The rain died down and the light came in from behind the curtains. Open the window and have a look, ah! The clouds are gone, and the residual water drops on the leaves reflect the moon, like a thousand bright spots, flashing moving light-I didn't expect that there would be such a beautiful picture after the bitter rain and the lonely lamp!