Rain prose in summer

It always rains.

Messy hair

Wet the skirt.

muddy

The way home

The ticking outside the window

Knock in a low love song

Falling spray

Spend money lavishly

Countless lingering memories

I can't hear you clearly.

Knock outside the door

The rain curtain is very good

The sky is dim

In the expectant eyes

Mixed with your smile

My tenderness

I don't see any difference.

Hurry up and spend your beautiful image with an umbrella.

I have forgotten.

When will it clear up?

You whisper side by side with me.

Count the flowers

Listen to the birds singing.

Do you have envious eyes

Pay attention to our sweetness

I have forgotten.

What starry night?

You and I snuggled up to silence

Imagine the future

Listen to the mood

Naughty fireflies in Na Ren

Eavesdropping on our happiness

perhaps

End of passion

Life will eventually be peaceful.

Add more oil, salt and rice.

perhaps

Time is in the wind

The most beautiful oath

Evolve into plain love

perhaps

Brilliant cherry blossoms

The best interpretation of short-lived love

It is to let the other party know more and cherish more.

sky

It's still raining

The way home

Please be careful.

Behind the road

Go forward together.

It's sultry these days. In order to avoid the sun poisoning at noon, I went out at seven in the morning. I stepped on the gas pedal hard all the way, and many large and small vehicles were left behind by me. Walking, I feel it's getting dark. Looking up at the sky, gray-black clouds surge in the sky, crushing the blue sky to pieces. The sun suddenly struggled to separate the clouds, and then it was completely covered by them. I feel a little cold on my forehead. Oh, it's raindrops. Some of them fell on me.

Rain quickly penetrated into clothes, making them comfortable and refreshing. With the "click" of thunder, the dark clouds seemed to be ordered to bridge the whole sky quickly, and the rain suddenly began. I quickly pulled the tricycle to the side of the road and ran to the eaves where the door was locked. It's raining hard. It should be a rainstorm. The spray on the road ridge is very high, two or three inches, like countless small fish jumping on the water. A water flow with a width of more than two meters was formed by the roadside, and bubbles floated on it, which burst silently in the water flow and reborn silently.

Water flows along the roadside lowlands to the fields on both sides. The trees in Gundam and the villages in the distance are shrouded in white rain and fog. The wind blew the leaves and the rain slowed down in the wind. The thunder drifted away, as if it had crossed the gray-blue Qinling Mountains, and became weak and dull. The wind swept a large blue sky in the northern sky with a broom made of trees on the roadside. The clouds overhead also washed away the black dirt in the wind, as white as a blooming white lotus. The sound of birds has become extremely mellow and pleasant, and the Nanshan peaks have put on green skirts again.

Clouds in the sky seem to be held by countless hands, wiping away fine dust and spots on the blue sky. The sky blue is very pure and bright, as if you can see the world outside the sky and the pavilions of heaven. Being in the clear sky after the rain makes people feel the harmony between man and nature. A feeling of wanting to rise, a feeling of wanting to give birth to a pair of wings to fly arises spontaneously. Rain washes away the depression in the sky and life.

Money, love and career are all unsatisfactory, and the troubles brought to people are gone in an instant. It takes more than an hour from the first drop of rain to the end of the day. This is the summer rain, clean and neat, not procrastinating at all, different from any season. The rain in spring will always bring spring sorrow that seems to wake up, adding acacia and trouble; Autumn rain is always mixed with bleak cold wind, which evokes sad mood; Winter rain is always wrapped in the cold of ice and snow, which adds to the depression and desolation of winter. I prefer summer to spring, autumn and winter.

The hot sunshine in summer evaporates the melancholy and sadness in spring, and the wind in summer pollutes the wildness of many fields. Without the melancholy and shyness of spring breeze, the wiper in summer takes away the dust, smog and bitterness accumulated in other three seasons. The colors in summer are always exceptionally rich, just like mature men and women, with infinite charm.

Xia Yu Essay 3 Xia Yu is always so capricious, it seems that he is going to quench his enthusiasm for this summer, so it rained for days and the temperature dropped by more than ten degrees. Get up in the morning, it is already a cool summer, drizzling, drizzling, and a little chilly.

I like rainy days. Looking at the slow drizzle outside the window, I feel inexplicably excited. I must take an umbrella to meet them.

Unconsciously, I came to the South Lake, where the willows brushed and the birds sang. At the moment, the flowers are blooming brightly and the green is thick. This drizzle makes the petals beaded with dew, less delicate and charming under the scorching sun, and more subtle and feminine. I can't help but take pictures of the raindrops falling to the ground with my mobile phone, and the raindrops roll nimbly on flowers and leaves. Such a beautiful scenery is not for one person to enjoy alone. If you send it to a friend, you will live up to the poetic meaning of listening to the rain and enjoying the flowers.

Soon a friend replied: "I am blue" and my expression is spoof. Before I knew it, another friend made a face and hit him on the head with a hammer, with the added sentence ... no ivory in his mouth. I quickly handed one to cheer my friend. Kill this nonsense man down a peg or two. He actually replied to his friend: "Mrs. Chen, what's the matter?"

Send pictures and watch the frolicking between friends, in fact, I feel that they are around. Friends are lively, always surprising, casual, and don't follow the routine. He is honest and good at taking pictures. After a while, he sent a group of colorful, unique eyes and a combination of reality and reality. Blooming flowers seem within reach. Good feelings can't help rising from the bottom of my heart. Friends are still teasing. He replied: "Love is just the abbreviation for expressing feelings and venting feelings." What I said is so simple and clear that you think it can't be expressed in words. "It seems that his high IQ can't communicate with us. I seem to see a contemptuous and exaggerated face, but I think he is as naughty and lovely as a child.

There are always some interesting people, interesting things, charming scenery and poetic feelings in life. ...

I walked on. In the drizzle, I was holding an umbrella alone. After crossing the bridge, I looked at the foggy lake. Suddenly I feel like I'm in Jiangnan. I became a girl with an oil-paper umbrella in the scenery.