A paragraph describing rain, about 50 words.

It has been raining since last night. It should have been very affectionate. I can think of rain stains, flowers falling, red scattered fragrance disappearing, somewhat sad, but also somewhat sad.

There are countless people who know that they love rain, and the articles about rain are even more eloquent, but I am also a rain lover and have different feelings about rain, so I wrote them.

Rain, in the eyes of different people, has different scenery; Just like the scenery in front of us, a thousand people have a thousand kinds of scenery. Some people like rain, some people hate it, some people sigh, some people are crazy, and they feel different.

Su Dongpo's study is called "Xiyuzhai", which shows that he is a rain lover. But Zhou Zuoren, a modern celebrity, named his study "Bitter Rain". Although I can't judge whether I like the rain or not, I can see that Mr. Zhou is somewhat helpless about the rain. I also know that my friend, who has been away from the annual rings for many days, once called her boudoir "Listening to the Rain", thinking that she is also a person who loves the rain and has different feelings for it.

Rain, like flowers and trees, whether it can become a landscape depends on people's mood. It is a kind of beauty to meet the rain after a long drought, no matter who looks at it; Who doesn't get upset when it rains and the levee is flooded?

However, rain is rain. It won't come because you like it, nor will it go because you hate it. What's more, you can't see the splendor of the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. Without rainy clouds, there would be no sunny sunshine.

It's rainy in the south of the Yangtze River. I was born in the rainy south of the Yangtze River, so I have to say that I am familiar with rain. Supposedly, it should have been blind and indifferent. But I have a surprise and freshness for the rain. Every rainy day, I always love to wander in the rain, so that the sweet and pure rain is sprinkled on my body and soaked in my skin; The drizzle takes away the dust and haze in my heart and makes my mood clean and bright. Rain is a gift from heaven, and it is a sweet spring that benefits the world. It makes everything lush and full of vitality. What would the world be like without rain? There are deserts everywhere, sandstorms everywhere, and sandstorms are flying all over the sky; If there are no birds, no animals, not even a trace of green, and life disappears here, how horrible and terrible it would be.

The rain in the four seasons is also different due to different seasons and seasonal changes. Spring rain is the most beautiful and exquisite, like a shy and charming singing of a girl; Spring rain is also the favorite of literati. Famous sentences such as "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes", "Silent drizzle in the sky" and "Spring Rain with apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River" are all praises to the spring rain. The dripping girl in the rain lane is probably from the spring rain. The most enthusiastic is the summer rain, like the sweat of a strong man, with a hearty pleasure; Very fierce, walking fast, crisp and dry, never slow. It not only waters the fields and moistens the seedlings, but also brings coolness to people in hot summer. People are well aware of its advantages and disadvantages. The autumn rain with a hint of coolness has another taste in my heart. It is desolate and bleak, and it is very appropriate to say that it is the sigh of the dissatisfied wife whose youth is gone and no longer there. "If you want rain, it will rain on the river, and it will be clear in autumn. It's getting cold, the wind is getting stronger, the river is closed in the cold, the afterglow is architecture and things are beautiful. Only the Yangtze River water, speechless east flow. "

In the autumn rain, Liu Yong's mood is so desolate and helpless. Li Yian also described her loneliness, sadness and sadness in Autumn Love. "Indus raining, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! " . In fact, people's joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, sadness and rain have nothing to do with it? There seems to be little rain in winter, and even fewer people like it. But I think it's like a few clear tears shed by a strong man whose wrist is broken and never returns. It is cold, resolute, tragic and heroic. People can't help but give birth to some respect.

The glitz and noise of the world need us to treat it with a normal heart, and so does the rain. Only by getting rid of impetuousness and being more calm can we appreciate its interest and poetry and feel its exquisiteness and beauty.

When I wrote these words, it was still raining, and I couldn't help feeling a little hurt and spring again. Unconsciously, spring deepened and summer came silently. Isn't that how youth grows old and dreams fade away quietly? ...

The children giggled in the moonlight. They jumped and jumped happily, the straw hats on their heads jumped and jumped, and the surrounding Woods and rivers jumped and jumped. The moon girl blushed and hid and smiled. The hidden heart must jump behind the clouds.

God-given gold, God-given moonlight rain, from the top of the head to the bottom of the foot, from the outside to the inside, from the bones to the soul, are all golden, transparent, as pleasing to the eye as green, as cool as borneol.

The children stole some lotus leaves, and they caught the golden elves together, and the elves rolled happily. Children should hang the moonlight rain, plant it in the ground next spring, let them sprout and blossom, and bear the moonlight rain full of trees, and then give these golden fruits to their friends and kindergarten teachers. ...

Listen to the rain under the eaves "prose"

In the rainy season, thinking of the eaves and listening to the rain have a unique aesthetic feeling. Although it's not like the splashing of the river vortex, the rushing of the beach into the sea, and the secluded hutong of the town, there is also the pleasure of drizzle singing softly, moderate rain calling the east and the west, and heavy rain flying sand and stones. Needless to say, the trickle gave me the combing of the rain and the meticulous harmony of the rain; Needless to say, the swing that rolled around to me, the play against the rain, and the fire against the rain made me restless and full of emotions. Rain is the surprise of my childhood, and rain is the joy of my childhood. I am looking for the transformation of childlike interest in this rainy world. I remember that Longjiang has grown so much in this rainy field of vision.

The smell of time pervades my hometown. Time has eroded my hometown.

Many years have passed, and I always have a picture of the middle of the last century: the small town of Bei 'an stands by the Wuyuer River, with undulating huts and eaves covered with moss and wormwood. A little boy, half naked and barefoot, stands by the door with imagination, listening to raindrops dripping from the tip of thatched grass with fresh moss, sometimes like strings of beads, sometimes like curtains, stepping on raindrops. This is a touching "small town boy listening to the rain"? ! In fact, in my childhood when I was looking forward to writing, the faint deep alley was like a long tunnel, connecting my dream of going to all directions. Only this rain can keep my heart, let me read like an ancient road, day after day, year after year, until I pack my bags and stay away. The rain in my hometown is already a mark on my forehead.

The obsession with rain is like the gurgling water wandering in memory.

I still remember several days, listening to the rain, hiding. God kept raining, and his cold resentment was exhausted. After the rain, the water was slower than the threshold. I rushed into the house and didn't reach my waist. I was very lonely. I thought of Yue Fei and her mother escaping from the flood. Without a vat, I lay on the floating washbasin, sliding outside the house with my hands like paddles and swinging to the corner. When I was rescued by my kind uncle, I was still laughing and not afraid. Even if you are crazy, Yucheng ditch can put a boat; My wooden boat and paper boat will be full of fun. Listening to the rain under the eaves, like a childhood bonfire, is fascinating. Although it always rains heavily, flooding livestock, houses and people, I still like the rain. The fun of performing is the big raindrops, which pour like notes and rattles and "fall" all over the street like a river. Look, there are rain flowers on the water. They're all beautiful. Beautiful. They bloom with thanks, but they are obviously extinguished, as if they were born and died in an instant. It is more difficult to catch than epiphyllum. I want to collect them, but I can't count them. In my interest, I reached out to the "river" and picked the yuhua district. Unfortunately, there is no flower body, which is fragile and cannot be put into a vase. I picked it up and put it down, put it down and picked it up, and the rain flower bloomed in my palm, and the soles of my feet were endless and far away until I was confused and invisible. In this world, the big bathtub is extremely cool and comfortable, and I don't know how many times in my life! However, I have never forgotten that the goodness of this rain contains turbidity and barrenness.

I heard the time and passed me by.

Living in his hometown, I don't have such rain. Maybe I met him, but I broke my childhood dream.

I have a rain-listening building, and I feel different in different environments. Living in a reinforced concrete frame and listening to the rain in the turbid air is nothing more than noisy pressure seeking release. Complex things are detached in an instant, but the rain in downtown is not so fresh. When I went to xishuangbanna tourism that year, I stood on the eaves of a three-star hotel and listened to the tropical rain forest. I think the rain is hot, soft and sweet, and I am in a hurry to leave. The intermittent rain challenges the dream of dawn. The veil and mist keep the tropical plants in the south in cages, and the canopy is more mysterious. In the distance, three or five palm trees are tall and straight, fluttering in the wind; Not far away, seven or eight coconut trees are dotted with green carpets and embrace each other into umbrellas. Eyes are full of green flowers, poetic and picturesque as rain milk, singing the beauty of shame. It's better to see the scenery than the rain. I'm taking a bath, and so is nature. In fact, don't we often find beauty in the rain? The tour guide with a flower umbrella is graceful and light-footed, lining the lush half of the balcony pavilion around him, and the ink is light blue, which is warm and refreshing. The rain in Yunnan, like a song already composed, hummed my memory. Listening to the rain abroad is also a good choice. When I went to Singapore, the hotel was quite elegant and printed with the logo of Lion City. As a foreigner, I stood in its luxurious glass doors and windows. Rain is as clean as a city, without a trace of dust. As long as it rains, I will stand. The exotic customs in front of me are deliberately sheltered from the rain, so I can guess and think. Singapore is a highly civilized country. There are no sputum and cigarette butts on the ground, and the air is as fresh as green tea. The rain particularly attracted my attention. I know, the leader of the white shirt has been wearing it for several days, but there is still no trace of dust. The rain rises, flows gracefully through the clouds, gropes for a few laps in the sky, and several muffled thunder falls. Will it get dirty? However, I found attentively that the accumulated water under heavy rain was still so clear.

I think, when will the rain in my hometown be so purified?

Listening to the rain on the roof of my hometown, let it go. It's okay for foreign hotels to listen to the rain. People always remember the road they have traveled. I'm not sure which day, when I go to other places to listen to the rain, or go to the United Nations to listen to the rain, it must have some feelings, right? ! In the constant listening to the rain, the long river of time has been magnificent, flowing in front of my eyes, and youth is far away on the other side in a twinkling. Thinking of "the deceased is like a husband", my heart is trembling, listening with tears, listening to the constant waiting and pursuit of love and beauty in the depths of life. If there is a more specific picture in front of me, my pen farming should be that. On a starry moonless night, travelers who are struggling to find their way in the mountains are waiting for the bright flash of the sky, just waiting for inspiration and listening to the rain under the eaves.

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 it 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.

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