Chunyu's Aesthetic Prose
Some people say that spring rain is as expensive as oil. In my opinion, this annoying spring rain has added inexplicable worries to people.
There hasn't been a decent sunny day since last winter. If it is always cloudy, it will rain for ten days and eight days. Cold weather and cold rain made the situation worse. Speaking of snow, in my impression, as long as it snows in previous years, the weather will clear up, and the sun father-in-law will come out to melt the vast snowfield, so that the soul of snow can be completely integrated into the earth. However, last winter was an accident. I remember the heavy snow on February 30, 65438, 3 1 year last year, which was the biggest snow in more than ten years. As usual, after the snow stopped, I thought it would clear up for a while. Unexpectedly, it rained lightly for several days until 65438. Counting down, the rain has been raining from winter to spring, and it has been raining intermittently for three months, and it is still a New Year's rain.
Recently, I watch the weather forecast on my mobile phone every morning. If I don't watch it, I will be desperate. The weather forecast for recent 15 days is rainy.
As the saying goes, a good rain knows the season, but this rain doesn't know the season at all. God, it rains tirelessly every day ... aren't you tired?
Is it because God is jealous of Miss Chun's beauty and deliberately refuses to give her a beautiful dress? Or is Miss Chun lazy and unwilling to come out on duty?
People say that autumn wind and autumn rain make people sad. I obviously feel that spring breeze and spring rain are equally worrying.
Say that you are a spring rain, but you can't feel the tenderness of spring, and you are still ruthless as winter.
Speaking of your winter rain, it is clearly the spring when everything recovers. But I can't see the beauty of spring.
It's drizzling in southern Hubei. It's not easy to say I love you!
Spring Rain's Aesthetic Prose 2 likes to find a quiet and elegant place to hold an ink fragrance at night and indulge in the tide of love freely.
Good rain knows the season, and spring rain flies. With the approach of Tomb-Sweeping Day, mountaineering has returned to ancient times. Since when does the feeling of waiting for excitement no longer exist?
The flowers have withered, and I can look forward to the spring next year. After spring, I hope the flowers will have a fleeting time. It's another spring when everything comes back to life. After sleeping for several years, do I wake up in this season of hope? Smile for tomorrow, and receive a drop of rain to moisten your heart. Say goodbye to ignorance, I want to be reborn in this season of spring flowers and autumn rain, like a sunflower, sunny and pursuing progress.
Travel far, the heart is not confused, and there is hope in the dream. Looking at the sleeping baby, my heart is full of bitterness and happiness. I gently pushed open the window to see if the night outside was as quiet and artistic as my heart. The oncoming evening breeze, like your gentle hand touching my face, is very comfortable and lewd. Listening to the rain outside the window is better than dancing with the wind, and the fairy dances into the earth, adding a little poetry to the night.
Quiet night, drunk alone in front of the window; Falling in, the dream is full of spring. Loneliness is accompanied by loneliness, and loneliness and sadness are also lingering. Fortunately, the rain is falling, dancing with the wind, and ink drops have become my heart. I like quiet nights, and I will never forget the fleeting time and more attachment. When I was a child, I was ignorant and naive-metamorphosis-maturity-responsibility after marriage-and too many feelings made me feel that sour and sweet contained endless happiness.
The pace of youth is like quicksand, yesterday's time is like a dream, and the dream is empty. I began to feel that the years are rushing, and my youth is gone forever. There are only thoughts and tiredness in adulthood.
Spring Rain's Aesthetic Prose 3 When I wake up, the drizzle outside is like a bead curtain. A spring rain is green, and the green of the whole city spreads like a green carpet. I remember a city with too many memories. What should I forget?
On Sunday, my husband and I made an appointment to enjoy the rain together. Walking on the road, the spring breeze swept over my face, opened my arms, closed my eyes and breathed the fresh air in the spring rain. A gust of wind, a shower, a whistle, the branches of trees on the roadside swayed violently, and the buildings in the city were baptized by spring rain, which made them much cleaner. The street was crowded with people, and everyone was frantically sheltering from the rain. Looking up, they couldn't see the complete shadows of pedestrians and colorful umbrellas and hurried by. It's raining harder and harder. People are getting more and more flustered, shouting and hiding under trees and eaves. Some people are running home quickly. A fresh earthy smell came to my nose, and I was intoxicated. My husband took my hand and left in a hurry. Suddenly, the soft sound of Qiang flute sounded in my ear, which was elegant and ethereal. Looking back, we were left in the rain, so happy! A spring day, a love song and a scroll of words made me forget the past three seasons.
A boat is rippling on the blue waves, just like the reflection of a fish crossing the moonlight in the river. I saw a man sitting on a boat with a long bamboo flute in his mouth, his fingers open and closed, and his lips moving. The flute and the rhythm of running water are slowly drifting away. Na Di's voice, sometimes high and agitated, sometimes low and tactfully, seems to have endless worries, and he wants to talk ... Thunderstorm and flute are integrated and draw a movement in the spring rain. When I looked back, time seemed to stand still in this cold place, which made me enter a dreamlike situation and showed a picture of an ink painter ... I have to say, the picture was beautiful, I was drunk, and I was drunk, too, sir.
Silence swirled in Mr. Wang's eyes, and we paid more attention to the middle-aged man. The rain wet his temples, and he was soaked and shivering. The music stopped, but there was a smile on his lips. I really want to walk up to the middle-aged man and ask him, "Are you really so different, or do you have other ideas?"
After all, I didn't go forward, but left. ...
After the rain, the leaves smiled slightly, and the flowers smiled back, paying tribute to spring!
In the morning, after a faint thunder, it rained for the first time since beginning of spring. Although it didn't rain much, it brought great surprises to people.
The intermittent spring rain, with its unique coolness and brightness, is calm and soothing in the boundless sky, surging and fluttering. Soft rain is dancing with graceful charm, drawing a beautiful arc between heaven and earth, sowing the earth, leaving a beautiful image like smoke, fog, yarn and silk. Like a pure and reserved bride, she is full of love for life and everything in the world. She never chooses fertile or barren land, as if she was fulfilling the agreement of her previous life. She always comes with spring and caresses the mountains and rivers in her sleep. The place she brushed is hazy and green, the sky is clearer, the mountains are greener and the rivers are more magnificent.
Walking in the spring rain, I unconsciously gained a little tenderness and waves. The breeze blew, and the drizzle came straight at me from the gap between the house and the forest. Looking up at the sky, I can't help but have a close contact with the spring rain and enjoy its comfort. My face is wet, and the rain falls straight from the open neckline. It is cool and itchy, and there are ripples in my heart. This gentle spring rain weaves the love for all things between heaven and earth and the affection for the world. "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", when the fluttering spring rain came into my life, I really understood the meaning of this sentence.
Listen attentively to the most beautiful sound of rain, and the splash of yuhua district seems to be a beating note on the strings, playing a wonderful melody. At that moment, I will feel the graceful and subtle spring rain, the simple and gentle spring rain, the deep and thorough spring rain, and the free and easy spring rain. Nowadays, the dreams of teenagers are gone, and the lofty sentiments of those years are gone, but the interest in listening to the rain is getting stronger and stronger. No matter the wind and rain, the feeling of listening to the rain is not diminished. I admire the gift of rain to make beautiful notes, which sublimates my mind in nature. Rain washed away the dust in the world, making everything suddenly glow with a brand-new style, but it turned into a stream. After the baptism of the spring rain, it rose to the vitality of the sky and let it flow gently through the forest.
I like the spring rain, like its lightness and coolness, like its various customs, like its free and easy, like its selflessness, like ... The spring rain in front of me is still falling dimly, weaving heaven and earth together like a thread, touching my heartstrings, and there is an impulse, as if to integrate body and mind with the rain and dance with it. In this way, quietly, feel the rain that washes away the lead in the world, and experience the countless acacia woven by the rain, which is a kind of cultivation and a kind of enjoyment. Let the unique gift of nature wash away all my unhappiness and depression, and let the drizzle soothe my tired heart. Slowly and carefully taste and enjoy every wonderful moment that life has given you. It turns out that life is beautiful everywhere, as long as you feel it with your heart.
Miss Chunyu came to meet the cold, announced her arrival to all things on the earth with a spring thunder, and sprinkled her elegance on flowers and trees with a drop of pearl. Unlike the phrase "sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently", this time the spring rain came generously.
Spring rain is a box of colorful watercolors. Although there are many colors, they are not rich. When she walked across the grassland, she painted the new grass green, and the green grassland was like an ocean. When she came to the garden, she painted the budding flowers with colorful colors, which made the earth look brand-new. When she came to the forest, she put on bright coats for those birds, which made everything very lively.
Spring rain is also a sweet song. On the lake, in the sea, in the stream ... the spring rain is playing the rippling "drum face" and singing the songs of lakes and mountains. This song seems to be its talk, and it wants to blend into the embrace of the earth.
All the year round, there are all kinds of rains, but the affectionate drizzle that spring brought vitality …
Aesthetic Prose of Spring Rain 5 The smoke in spring is cool, the night is still, the wind is cold, and the rain is rain. Like a lotus heart, it is quietly embracing sadness and listening to the tears outside the window. Cicadas are noisy and cold, flowers-like memories are wet with dreams-like thoughts, and soft hearts wander in the drizzle.
The cage of Qianshan reflects the sunset, the winding clear water is raining, and the broken shadow lingering in time is still so calm and peaceful. Wandering thoughts make the present dance with the past, lingering in the past with a full moon, and the tidbits are fragrant and the fragrance is full of sleeves. When you left silently, romantic feelings began to diffuse in the misty night. I was once intoxicated with your gentle smile, and the moment of happiness has isolated me. Once upon a time, the flying rain and fog soaked acacia, and the lingering light rain moistened the faint memories. Xiaoyu is like a gentle hand, stroking a sweet dream, and the face in the dream is intoxicated in your gentleness. Your love is like a canoe carrying me to the other side of love.
The running water is cold, listening to the rain by the railing, swimming in the curtain of falling rain, and I was shocked by tears several times. Take a section of rain and fog around the fingertips of the fleeting time, dance a song lightly, take a strand of homesickness, twist flowers into dreams, stare at the original place, pick off the stars all over the sky, and give you romance close to me. What's wrong with me traveling around the world with you?
At night, the window is cold and drizzling, the mist is like gauze, the willow is clear, and the flowers are overflowing. Looking at the street lamps and stone shadows, dancing butterflies among the flowers, my heart throbs and fills my mind, which makes the spring rhyme intoxicated. I am used to stopping in the world of words to find those beautiful things that have passed away, keeping the silence of the night, with a wisp of Leng Yue and a lingering breeze, smelling the desolation. One person, one flower, no intention of extravagant hopes. Deep eyes are full of deep pain and sighs, and there is a melancholy in gloomy mood. The lonely figure is sad after elegance fades. That deep sigh, when the flowers bloom, ran aground with the gentle feelings of the flowing clouds. In the fleeting time, Fanghua finally hung into a dry back, sighing and guarding a ruthless persistence, letting the pain cry and tears fall. Who will be distressed?
When everything in the world appeared, I came to the horizon regardless of my life, just to see you for the last time, the brilliant sadness and the messy world. There is only one place where the smoke is cold and unbearable.
When the streamer of the night sings, my sad thoughts are like flowers, or there are thousands of tears in Qian Qian's body and mind, and colorful purple strangers haunt endless bitterness. Only a faint fragrance wafts, and I can't bear to return to hate.
The world of mortals has a dream, comes and goes in a hurry, is full of worries, and is full of prosperity, all of which become misty rain, accompanied by flowers, which are gorgeous when they bloom, hurt when they go, and hard to stay when they wake up! What a pity, the past is like smoke, and love is dusty! There is only one pillow left, and the fragrance of falling flowers remains the same. Who knows how many times I feel helpless when I am in high spirits? Who knows how many times it will break your heart? Perhaps no one can understand that there is a kind of disdain and sadness in the faded years? Only loneliness extends like smoke.
Colorful flowers are always spring, and the flowers bloom and fall the same as the previous year. Flowers bloom for a season under the rain of Xiao Lian, bearing endless reverie, as if they have condensed the helpless heart injury for too many years. In this gorgeous and desolate landscape, the petals scattered all over the place are poetic lines with disturbed artistic conception, and the dust and water in one place are parting feelings in another place.
Flowers bloom for a season, disturbing dreams, like the loneliness of violets, which are interpreted as charming gestures and scattered with the clouds. Silent ferry, gazing into the depths, who left a ray of desolation on the way, lingering in the abyss of eternal sadness in the heart, how many tears tangled? The night before midnight, the spring curtain was bleak, and tears were flying. I lit a lonely lamp and wrote a heart-to-heart miss, with a touch of sorrow like water, and wrote my sadness into a poem with two lines of tears in bloom.
Aesthetic Prose of Spring Rain 6 Spring Rain is like a flower needle, weaving colorful rain lines in the sky. From a distance, the hazy rain line seems to be a sunrise covering the earth.
When the rain line came to the hillside, the trees were covered with green leaves, the weeds were full of flowers, and the vines extended the speed. Aggressive vines covered the big trees, and the tall trees were full of flowers. The flowers are full of bees and there are chirping birds on the green branches.
The bird fell into a flowering weed, which made the petals of the weed have to support it. The rainbow immediately rippled on the petals wet by the rain. The illusory rainbow unconsciously came to the adjacent weeds along the petal face. Tall weeds began to spread around the big tree, slowly stretching out their powerful arms and quietly thriving under the big tree. Trees are like the blue sky, sheltering these weeds and vines.
When the rain line entered the ravine, the water level in the ravine changed immediately. There are magical ripples on the horizontal plane, and endless stories in the small whirlpool. Clever shrimps can rotate freely in the small vortex, or they can surface along the direction drawn by the rain line; Fish like to float freely in the ripples, wagging its tail happily to spit out a bubble, and wagging its tail happily to sink to the bottom.
At this time, a beautiful frog stood on a stone like a mountain, and the frog's shadow immediately shone on the horizontal plane. The beautiful shadow did not change its angle, but was washed away by the rain from the sky. After a while, the shadow disappeared, and the beautiful shadow followed the frog to the bottom. It turned out that the rain line flooded the stone like a mountain.
The stones in the ditch are hidden in the water layer. It turned out that the rain line increased the thickness of the water level. Those stones surrounded by water layers look plump and rich. Standing in the eyes of underwater frogs, these stones that have just been submerged by the water layer look like islands in the sea. For fish floating in the water, these submerged stones are their beloved bridges.
At this moment, some fish have surfaced in the ravine, entangled by waves of rain. Several frogs rushed out of the water, opened their mouths, floated while sucking the rain in the rain, and those shrimps danced on the water, echoing the faint floating sound of waves of rain falling on the water, instantly depicting mysterious patterns.
When the rain line came to the crop field, the green crop leaves appeared shiny color, the brightness was enlarged and flashed, the rain line was widened and extended, and the rain line lingered around the crop seedlings. Crop seedlings grow quietly under the watering of rain lines, and there are crystal clear beads on the leaves. What makes the rain line proud is that it does not distinguish between north and south, and has dedicated its essence to the vast land. The crops on the earth are fat, the mountains are green, the water is green, and everything presents a beautiful posture.
At the moment, a flock of swallows appeared in the rain line, and they flew into the field. After a while, they took insects out of the ground, stood on the leaves of crops, wagged their tails smartly, then jumped up and danced, and finally landed in a beautiful yard.
A pair of beautiful flowers, streaking in the air along the rain line, quietly landed in a piece of weeds on the hillside at the moment. Weeds are full of flowers, and a pair of beautiful flowers, Hu Die, appear on the flowers, like a colorful cloud hanging in the blue sky.
A pair of flowers left the hillside full of flowers and plants and flew into the crop field unconsciously. The farmland was full of the faint ticking of the rain line, but a pair of flowers stopped in the farmland for a while and flew to the water bank of a ravine in one breath, only to meet a group of swallows standing on the water bank to drink water. A group of swallows looked up at the same time and admired the beautiful figure of Hua with envy. The flowers that landed on the bank of the ravine danced in front of a group of low-altitude swallows with the accompaniment of the rain line.
A pair of wonderful dances performed by Hua attracted the attention of a group of swallows. I don't know when several frogs floated on the water in this ravine and squatted on the water bank to watch a pair of beautiful butterflies perform. Those magical shrimps broke through the water surface, unhurriedly echoed the rain line floating on the water surface, and drifted quietly to the water shore to watch several wonderful performances of Hua.
When I opened my eyes, the busy rain line was in the hazy sight, full of color. At this time, a flying eagle crossed the rain line and landed on a mountain peak; A swallow fluttered smartly from the top of the rain line and finally landed in a small farmhouse.
In the rain line all over the sky, the wonderful performance of a pair of flowers continues.
Spring Rain's Aesthetic Prose 7 It's past 6 o'clock in the morning, and it's not bright in Yangcheng in early March. I opened my sleepy eyes and got up and looked out of the window. Gray, like a soft gauze covering the endless sky, it's raining in Mao Mao. The thin rain is like a soft gauze, and it is like an elf walking through the air. I came to the balcony and watched the rain drop by drop, hitting the balcony window lattice rhythmically. Who knows, it is also beating my heart, beating my yearning for my hometown, and unconsciously my eyes are like falling rain, rippling.
Sometimes it rains heavily and sometimes it rains lightly outside. I have boiled water at home. By the time I'm finished, it's already bright outside. I couldn't help getting on the elevator with an umbrella. Just pushed open the stair door, the fragrance of spring rain came face to face, refreshing. There are already people on the way in the community. Maybe they are on their way to work. Maybe they also like walking in the rain with umbrellas. I like to breathe the air washed by rain, listen to the sound of drizzle falling on leaves, walk on the wooded plank road by the river in the community and enjoy the baptism of spring rain. How wonderful and enjoyable this feeling is. You listen to it, like a melodious piano playing tirelessly on the earth, playing beautiful tunes, so wonderful.
Spring rain falls like smoke, like rain, like fog and like wind. The morning in Yangcheng in early March seems to be a fairyland in fairy tales, which is very satisfying. Deep in the line of sight, buildings, pedestrians, rivers and paths give people vague outlines. The tall and short trees, flowers and plants by the river are like a living thing. After the spring rain, they stand upright, sucking the sweet rain and dew, and blooming pink flowers, as colorful as rosy glow. On the green grass, all kinds of small flowers bloom in the rain. In the community, roses, Huang Ju, kumquat, orangutans and low peach trees are placed in the flower beds in spring. They are clustered together, blooming their own beauty and decorating the spring in Yangcheng. Rain fell on the tree, and the rain dripped down the tree little by little, turning into strings of silver beads on the ground. The grass quietly sucks the milk from the sky and weaves a green carpet.
The spring rain drips and gently awakens the earth; The spring rain is falling underground, refreshing the souls of Qian Qian; Spring rain falls gently, washing away the dust left by autumn and winter. Everything wakes up under the comfort of the spring rain, as if to make the world fresher. Magic feminine spring rain! You put an ethereal gauze on everything, so that everything can be fresh. With your nourishment, the trees are new and the green leaves are greener; Grass is new, delicate and lovely; Flowers are new and bright; Even people's mood is brand-new, clear, cheerful and more energetic. I like selfless spring rain. As long as you look with your heart and listen with your heart, there will be a bloom of life and a harmony between the soul and the times. As long as you look with your soul and listen with your life, you will have sonorous courage and passion for struggle.
I praise the spring rain, she has great love on earth; I praise the spring rain, which nourishes everything in the world; I praise the spring rain, she gave me a brand-new spring; I put away my umbrella and walked into the rain and fog. ...
The Aesthetic Prose of Spring Rain 8 Spring has arrived, and the spring rains have floated in succession, wetting the wheat fields, nourishing the treetops, purifying the air and greening the plants. The birds outside the window are singing happily-looking up at the distance and laughing in the rain. The spring rain has gone with the wind, washed away many sorrows, and hid the noise of the world. Chun Yan returned to the north and the magpies left the nest. Singing rain ballads, I was drunk for nine nights. Spring rains are floating in succession, clothes in distant mountains are changing into new fashions, Yuan Ye is quiet, the path is quiet, and the farmhouse smoke is lingering. .....
After a sunny day, the sun just smiled and was covered by a thin layer of clouds. At this moment, I suddenly found that the edge of the cloud was radiant, and I couldn't help shouting. Sunglow, what a beautiful sunrise. I think maybe the thin clouds covered the smiling face of the sun and made the sun angry; The sun bursts out with great energy to drive away that thin layer of cloud, which is called sunrise.
In the morning after the rain, the air smells of earth. When I came to the river, I suddenly found rows of weeping willows covered with green all night and dancing under the gentle touch of the breeze? No, wave to me? No, oh! This may be a signal to people that spring is coming.
I looked into the river, the river was flowing quietly, and suddenly I found it was dark. What is that? There are thousands of tadpoles walking on the riverbed, only to see their round bodies dragging their big tails like a big comma. You chased me to play, and I remembered the story of "Little Tadpole Looking for Mom". At this time, the breeze blew over the water surface, and ripples appeared on the water surface, and the "little tadpole" ran downstream along the ripples. ...
Ga! Ga! Ga! My eyes are attracted by the cry, wow! Suddenly, I saw a group of "ducklings" coming to my side in neat steps, as if shouting one two three four, one two three four ... They passed in front of my eyes and rushed to the river, as if under my inspection. ...
At this time, I found the sun hanging high, looking at the villagers in the distance, working in the fields against tools.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.