Walking in the spring rain “selected writers”

Spring rain is spiritual. As people’s mood changes, it is soft and rich with charm. Sometimes, she can create an emotional appeal; Sometimes, she can infiltrate an atmosphere; Sometimes, she can rust and carve a memory. Weicheng is facing the rain and light dust. Hotel is green and Willow New. I like to sit alone in a tile room listening to the sound of rain. The rain beat the sound of tiles, and a burst of sound came from the air one after another. Yelan was lying listening to the wind blowing the rain. Iron Horse the glacier came into a dream, and then a series of songs of swords came from outside the house, as if at the foot of the Green Mountain not far away, there stood a group of brave soldiers, waiting for the coming military order in the wind and rain. A few hours later, the rain was still tireless. The raindrop that slipped down the green tile mouth turned the shallow ditch in front of the tile house into a slow stream, the newly falling raindrops broke into a piece on the river, and instantly became a lot of blisters floating on it, and then disappeared in the same place. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. Walking alone on the stone road to the sweet lake, there is a fragrance of flowers and plants floating in the fresh soil. For a moment, I am intoxicated in the misty spring rain. At this time, I was like a happy old farmer, wearing green clothes and green clothes, and the wind and rain did not need to return. The old cattle beside him also issued a series of shouts, as if telling people that spring is coming! It’s time to start farming! Look at its happy appearance, silly is really the life of an old scalper! The old farmer smiled and grabbed the goat beard on his chin from time to time, making a series of laughter. Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. At this time, the rain became more and more gentle, which seemed to be encouraged by something. The sound of wind and rain in the night, how much do you know when the flowers fall? The two sides of the path are covered with all kinds of petals. Looking from a distance, it is like a red carpet. The swallow also came back from the far north, singing a pleasant song, rolling and dancing in the wind and rain. The green grass beside the road couldn’t bear the loneliness, with a small head tilted, climbed out of the mound with a big hat on it, as if it were waiting for the guests returning from afar. Bathing in the soft spring rain, I looked up at the endless green. I kept whispering Han Yu’s poems. The rain on the street was as smooth as crisp, but the grass color was not seen from a distance. If you want to wet the apricot rain, the wind of Willows is not cold on the surface. The Willows on both sides of the lake are Willow weeping in the wind and rain. Seeing the mountain scenery in the lake at this moment, I stopped my steps emotionally. The rain came late at Springtide, and no one was sailing on the wild ferry. At this moment, the sweet apple Lake is like a fairyland. The lake is constantly burning white smoke, and I don’t know where it comes from. They are like a group of bored children, rolling on the lake, sucking the rain in the air, the whole sweet Lake was transported instantly. There is an island hidden in the smoky rain in the center of the lake. If you don’t look carefully, it is really hard to find it. It seems to be under some spell, only knowing that it is somewhat similar to Guanghan Palace, the sweet lake at this moment is really beautiful. The spring rain was still in the drizzle. The dried branches were covered with a layer of light green Qingsha. The Rain went down along the branch and became a string of beautiful and energetic jade bead. He continued to walk towards the other side of the lake with steps. People came and went on the road, and the moist ground gave off a refreshing fragrance. At this moment, their shadows can be seen everywhere on the lake bank, under willow trees and beside the small pavilion. A few minutes later, looking into the distance, the streets, buildings and pedestrians were all left with only some vague wheelbarrows, but the spring rain was still under the drizzle. It was gently waking up the earth and quietly taking away the cold, slowly soothe the severe winter trauma on the trees. In the 400-80 Temple of the Southern Dynasty, I came to the tobacco Pavilion unconsciously in the smoke and rain of many buildings. Lying on the railing, looking at the Lake of Gantang Lake at the moment, the smoke disappeared slowly. She sat there quietly, as if there was a static beauty in it. I don’t know when, a group of fish swam not far away, with their mouths together, looking at their happy appearance, as if they were telling people that spring rain is as expensive as oil. I opened my hands, raised to the sky, and then synthesized a semi-arc. For a moment, my hand was filled with clear rain and I looked up. It seemed that I was holding a mirror in my hand. My figure appeared in the mirror and licked it with my tongue. It was really sweet, there is a faint smell of mud floating in his mouth from time to time. The wind is still blowing, and the rain is also pursuing. Looking at my parents’ aging face, there is a kind of pain to accompany me all the time. Those past events can’t be forgotten in this life. What is the happiest thing in life? It is not to make a lot of money, nor to be a big official, but to be able to stay with family forever. This is the greatest happiness in life.

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