Why do raindrops fall on every grass?

Rain drops on every meadow, because when the wind blows, it falls on other meadows. Other rain drops on other grasslands. The spring rain fell on the stupid land where nothing grows, and the land began to recover, thinking of last year. The rain is arranged in the formation of swallows, and it drills into the earth with the lightness of swallows. There is no rustling at this time, and the leaves are too small to play rustling music. The spring rain was the first time this year, I remember. It rained in some places and was dry in others. Spring rain pulls the wind-transparent sail and scatters the rain where it belongs.

The spring rain keeps raining, so it doesn't thunder when it rains, and it doesn't engage in these ostentation and extravagance. When it rains, it rains, and it doesn't come with thick clouds. It was all summer. Spring rain must not be done, let alone done. Who can't thunder? Why does it thunder? The spring rain is quiet, thin, cool, sparse and brilliant, and it is raining. It's neither too big nor too small. They lay on the glass and looked into the room to see if it needed to rain. They see people sitting or lying down, living what they call lives. The water drops of the spring rain saw that there was no water, flowers and grass in the house.

When the spring rain falls, it is accompanied by singing, chorus and minor music, 6/8 beats, similar to Tajik music. Unfortunately, people can't hear you The song of spring rain is below 20 Hz. Melody is like the "boat song" in Hoffman's story. The coherent melody was torn apart and stitched together again, and after two steps, there was an opening sentence. Start, develop, end and start again. Boat song is a love song minor sung by Naples boatmen. It is rippling, and the rhythm has been fluctuating. These boatmen can't walk after landing, because there are no ripples in the earth. Spring rain has long understood this, which is nothing. In the spring rain, there is no hurry to land in the air, either fast or slow. Why did you land so early? It is best to ripple in the rhythm of 6/8. Tajiks have never seen the sea, but they also know how to sing. 6/8 is not the rhythm for the legs, but the rhythm on the waist. I want to advance and retreat, and suddenly I turn around. I'm not talking about my legs, I'm talking about my waist. The exercise table at the waist is on the shoulder. It would be better if the dancer wore a little black goatskin hat with a thick black beard and a pointed upper lip.

The sudden spring rain, the flowers and plants are not expected, but it makes people stunned. They ran in a hurry and sheltered from the rain under the eaves and trees. It rained until people came out from under the eaves and trees. Rain really wants to wash these people and make them as red as peach blossoms or as bright as apricot blossoms. Rain hits people's clothes, and textiles become thick, but their faces are not as bright and thin as peach blossoms. Their faces are covered with water droplets, which are accomplices of water droplets lying on the glass and looking into the house. Water drops gently lean on people's faces, trying to keep them warm but making them blush. These faces are harder than trees. All the news of life is hidden in the face and leaked on the face. The rain touched their noses and cheeks, and their eyes were closed and narrowed. These people ran in a panic, like stones rolling down from the top of the mountain, running in all directions.

The spring rain beat the shoulders and backs of pedestrians, and they caught the rain with their hands when waving their arms. Rain wants to wash people's eyes and let them have a look-peach blossoms are in bloom. Peach trees stand on the roadside one by one, and the branches are connected to hold up the dense peach blossoms. Peach blossoms are still in full bloom in the rain, with a little wet red. Some petals fall in the mud, like shredded writing paper. A string of grass sticks out under the peach tree, like a child's fast-growing hair. Have you seen more birds? They shouted on the branches to make it rain harder or stop at once. If pedestrians step on the mud, they should be happy, which is evidence of the arrival of spring. Frozen soil becomes muddy, just like all trees have broken bones. Poplar trees that don't bloom also bloom. Do you hear birds singing all over the world? Spring, spring, birds say these two words every day.

After the rain fell into the sea, I no longer miss the land.

I finally understand that water turns into rain in order to join the sea. Water Vision With water, the freest territory is the sea. When the rain falls into the sea, thousands of hands of the sea catch it and ripple together. Who says rippling is not freedom? Freedom goes with the flow. "You should live without a home." Rain met endless brothers and sisters in the sea. They are called seawater, which can be green, blue and gray, and turn into translucent glass black at night. When the rain fell into the sea, it began to travel around the world and never worried about drying up.

I snorkelled in Pipi Island in southern Thailand, only to know that the scenery under the sea is more beautiful than that on land. Red corals like bonsai abound, while white corals are like opaque rock sugar. Gorgeous tropical fish swam around, one with innocent eyes and one with lips like Monroe. They swim naively and dreamily, without asking where they are going, just like birds don't know where they are going.

When people reach the bottom of the sea, they become monsters, with too long arms and legs and no beautiful scales, only underpants, goggles and a long nose respirator on their heads. Poor fish and shellfish think that people are like this, which is really a misunderstanding. I can't wait to take off my respirator and show them my face, but I can't. I haven't practiced that yet, I still need to breathe compressed oxygen, and I haven't mastered the essentials of decomposing oxygen in water with gills. The bottom of the sea is beautiful, more beautiful than Jiuzhaigou and West Lake. If I have the chance to become a warlord, I will build the warlord's mansion on the bottom of the sea, and people who come to do business with me will swim in diving suits. The fine sand in the sea is white and soft, anemones are swaying like flowers, and even octopus has turned itself into a flower.

When God made the seabed, he paid special attention to it and gave full play to the artist's intelligence. The colors of stones, grass, shells and fish are so bright, like parrots flying all over the sky. Why didn't God make man as beautiful as a bird and a fish? People, whether yellow, black or white, are all plain. Except for the eyes and beard, the rest of the skin is monochromatic, and it is necessary to wear clothes indiscriminately to show that it is not monotonous. The sea is beautiful. It seems that when God created the underwater world, there were many colors at hand.

The rain jumped into the sea to swim. They are not afraid of drowning. Rain is most afraid of falling on the loess high slope, "pa", half of which evaporates and half is sucked away by the soil. This is how the rain died and died. Rain saw a huge wave like a wall in the sea. It didn't know that water can also build walls, and soon it collapsed and became carved castles and peaks. Raindrops look down from the waves and the bottom of the valley is unfathomable. Rain washed down, or water. The waves hold all the water in their arms, and they can't die or break. Rain runs in the waves and is home on earth.

The rain swims in the clouds, overlooking the sea like a thousand hectares of jasper. It doesn't know it's the sea, but it's not a tree or soil. The rain approached the sea and felt the transparent wind. The wind mixed with rain, like soybeans scattered to the sea. The sea splashed pockmarked and was smoothed by the wind. Seagulls fly on the waves with fish in their mouths, and the waves rush to the highest place and roll up the tangled white edges. Overlooking the sea, you can't see its pattern clearly. The sea didn't have the patience to finish painting a picture, but in the middle of painting, another picture was erased, and the pictographic pattern became an abstract pattern. It is very comfortable for rain to flow into the sea. The sea is cool, and the rain lifts the whale's body and dives into the deepest part of the sea. The belly of the fish is like a shiny knife, and the hair of seaweed flies like a witch. Looking up, the sun melted, swaying like an egg yolk on the outer layer of the sea. There is no need to look in the sea, and there is no need to hide. After the rain fell into the sea, I no longer miss the land.

Every leaf of this tree receives rain.

The heavy rain rattled the stone road. Walking into the forest, the voice turned into a slight rustle. Trees use each leaf to receive rainwater. Water flows from the leaf to the twigs and thick branches, and drips into the ground along the trunk. Shake the roots of the stream, turn around and meet in a hurry, and hide in the low-lying grass.

The thunder was not so loud, the leaves absorbed its cough, only half of the lightning was exposed, and the other half was blocked by the shadows of trees. I thought of a warning that trees will attract lightning, and it is often that lone tree that attracts lightning, not the whole forest. There is too little thunder for the trees in the forest.

It is raining harder. The lawn outside the forest seems to be covered with white fog, but the sound of rain hitting the leaves becomes smaller. A large area of water flowed down from the trunk, and the water flashed on the black trunk.

I stood in the woodland, listening to the rain beating on my hat. I simply take off my clothes, take a bath in the rain filtered by leaves, then wash my clothes, wring them out and put them on. The clothes soon got wet again. When it rained harder, I felt water in my pocket. If I knew this, I would put a small goldfish in my pocket.

Later, the leaves couldn't hold the water, and a white rain fog was pulled up between the trees. I think the tree is starting to move. Many trees are walking in the rain. They bowed their heads and held umbrellas under the canopy.

Where is that bird now? Every morning, I hear birds singing noisily in the house four or five hundred meters away from the forest. Every bird wants to drown out the songs of other birds with high notes. They were silent in the rain. I imagine that they put their heads on the branches, and the rain flows down the feathers to the branches, and the little bird's claws become fresher. Like me, this bird is looking forward to the end of the rain. It doesn't understand the use of rain, and it seems to have fallen in the wrong place. The rain made the worm drill back into the hole.

The rain is getting smaller and smaller, the canopy is shining, the thunder is rolling farther, and more streams appear on the ground. The rain has stopped, and I feel that there are more trees in the forest than before, and the bark is as thick as leather. They stood in the water, and the water gradually glowed, reflecting a clearer skylight. The songs of birds are floating in the air. After a while, the bird answered, including a rough squeak. Birds told each other that the rain had stopped.

At this time, the sky at the top of the tree is fresh and blue, which seems thinner than before the rain, like taking off some clothes. I used to run from the iron bridge to the forest to hide from the rain, which was close to the old palace built by the Duke of Wü rttemberg where I lived. I changed my mind and continued to walk in the direction of Bear Lake deep in the forest.

How nice the air is! Frogs jump vertically between puddles with legs like a pair of folded scissors. The path is covered with orange fat bugs. I have never seen such a fat bug in China. Looking back, the road behind me was crawling with insects, as if I had taken them on a pilgrimage.

Germans walking in the forest appeared on the road one after another. Like me, they were blocked by the rain in the forest. Being caught in the rain, they seem to be very happy with a lucky smile on their faces. But they ignored the bugs on the road and walked over and trampled many bugs to death. They never look at their feet, just walk forward with their heads held high. Birds are singing louder and louder, as if praising the good rain or the good rain has stopped. The whole forest has become damp. I think there are hundreds of tons of water left on the leaves alone.

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Reflection on all the places washed by rain.

The spring rain keeps raining, so it doesn't thunder when it rains, and it doesn't engage in these ostentation and extravagance. When it rains, it rains, and it doesn't come with thick clouds. It was all summer. Spring rain must not be done, let alone done. Who can't thunder? Why does it thunder? The spring rain is quiet, thin, cool, sparse and brilliant, and it is raining. It's neither too big nor too small. They lay on the glass and looked into the room to see if it needed to rain. They see people sitting or lying down, living what they call lives. The water drops of the spring rain saw that there was no water, flowers and grass in the house. Rain drops on every meadow, because when the wind blows, it falls on other meadows. Other rain drops on other grasslands. The spring rain fell on the stupid land where nothing grows, and the land began to recover, thinking of last year. The rain is arranged in the formation of swallows, and it drills into the earth with the lightness of swallows. There is no rustling at this time, and the leaves are too small to play rustling music. The spring rain was the first time this year, I remember. It rained in some places and was dry in others. Spring rain pulls the wind-transparent sail and scatters the rain where it belongs.

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It is raining everywhere. Which book is selected from Bargay?

Barguet vilen is a famous name. Well, "Rain has been everywhere" is the title of this essay. Rain has been everywhere □ Balguy vilen clay reminds me of last year. Rain falls on every meadow, because there is wind, it falls on other meadows. Other rain drops on other grasslands. The spring rain fell on the stupid land where nothing grows, and the land began to recover, thinking of last year. The rain is arranged in the formation of swallows, and it drills into the earth with the lightness of swallows. There is no rustling at this time, and the leaves are too small to play rustling music. The spring rain was the first time this year, I remember. It rained in some places and was dry in others. Spring rain pulls the wind-transparent sail and scatters the rain where it belongs. The spring rain keeps raining, so it doesn't thunder when it rains, and it doesn't engage in these ostentation and extravagance. When it rains, it rains, and it doesn't come with thick clouds. It was all summer. Spring rain must not be done, let alone done. Who can't thunder? Why does it thunder? The spring rain is quiet, thin, cool, sparse and brilliant, and it is raining. It's neither too big nor too small. They lay on the glass and looked into the room to see if it needed to rain. They see people sitting or lying down, living what they call lives. The water drops of the spring rain saw that there was no water, flowers and grass in the house. When the spring rain falls, it is accompanied by singing, chorus and minor music, 6/8 beats, similar to Tajik music. Unfortunately, people can't hear you The song of spring rain is below 20 Hz. Melody is like the "boat song" in Hoffman's story. The coherent melody was torn apart and stitched together again, and after two steps, there was an opening sentence. Start, develop, end and start again. Boat song is a love song minor sung by Naples boatmen. It is rippling, and the rhythm has been fluctuating. These boatmen can't walk after landing, because there are no ripples in the earth. Spring rain has long understood this, which is nothing. The spring rain rises suddenly, sometimes slowly, or ripples in the air quickly or slowly. It is in no hurry to land. Why did you land so early? It is best to ripple in the rhythm of 6/8. Tajiks have never seen the sea, but they also know how to sing. 6/8 is not the rhythm for the legs, but the rhythm on the waist. I want to advance and retreat, and suddenly I turn around. I'm not talking about my legs, I'm talking about my waist. The exercise table at the waist is on the shoulder. It would be better if the dancer wore a little black goatskin hat with a thick black beard and a pointed upper lip. The sudden spring rain, the flowers and plants are not expected, but it makes people stunned. They ran in a hurry and sheltered from the rain under the eaves and trees. It rained until people came out from under the eaves and trees. Rain really wants to wash these people and make them as red as peach blossoms or as bright as apricot blossoms. Rain hits people's clothes, and textiles become thick, but their faces are not as bright and thin as peach blossoms. Their faces are covered with water droplets, which are accomplices of water droplets lying on the glass and looking into the house. Water drops gently lean on people's faces, trying to keep them warm but making them blush. These faces are harder than trees. All the news of life is hidden in the face and leaked on the face. The rain touched their noses and cheeks, and their eyes were closed and narrowed. These people ran in a panic, like stones rolling down from the top of the mountain, running in all directions. The spring rain beat the shoulders and backs of pedestrians, and they caught the rain with their hands when waving their arms. Rain wants to wash people's eyes and let them have a look-peach blossoms are in bloom. Peach trees stand on the roadside one by one, and the branches are connected to hold up the dense peach blossoms. Peach blossoms are still in full bloom in the rain, with a little wet red. Some petals fall in the mud, like shredded writing paper. A string of grass sticks out under the peach tree, like a child's fast-growing hair. Have you seen more birds? They shouted on the branches to make it rain harder or stop at once. If pedestrians step on the mud, they should be happy, which is evidence of the arrival of spring. Frozen soil becomes muddy, just like all trees have broken bones. Poplar trees that don't bloom also bloom. Do you hear birds singing all over the world? Spring, spring, birds say these two words every day. After the rain fell into the sea, I no longer miss the land. I finally understand that water turns into rain to join the sea. Water Vision With water, the freest territory is the sea. When the rain falls into the sea, thousands of hands of the sea catch it and ripple together. Who says rippling is not freedom? Freedom goes with the flow. "You should live without a home." Rain met endless brothers and sisters in the sea. They are called seawater, which can be green, blue and gray, and turn into translucent glass black at night. When the rain fell into the sea, it began to travel around the world and never worried about drying up. I snorkelled in Pipi Island in southern Thailand, only to know that the scenery under the sea is more beautiful than that on land. Red corals like bonsai abound, while white corals are like opaque rock sugar. Gorgeous tropical fish swam around, one with innocent eyes and one with lips like Monroe. They swim naively and dreamily, without asking where they are going, just like birds don't know where they are going. When people reach the bottom of the sea, they become monsters, with too long arms and legs and no beautiful scales, only underpants, goggles and a long nose respirator on their heads. Poor fish and shellfish think that people are like this, which is really a misunderstanding. I can't wait to take off my respirator and show them my face, but I can't. I haven't practiced that yet, I still need to breathe compressed oxygen, and I haven't mastered the essentials of decomposing oxygen in water with gills. The bottom of the sea is beautiful, more beautiful than Jiuzhaigou and West Lake. If I have the chance to become a warlord, I will build the warlord's mansion on the bottom of the sea, and people who come to do business with me will swim in diving suits. The fine sand in the sea is white and soft, anemones are swaying like flowers, and even octopus has turned itself into a flower. When God made the seabed, he paid special attention to it and gave full play to the artist's intelligence. The colors of stones, grass, shells and fish are so bright, like parrots flying all over the sky. Why didn't God make man as beautiful as a bird and a fish? People, whether yellow, black or white, are all plain. Except for the eyes and beard, the rest of the skin is monochromatic, and it is necessary to wear clothes indiscriminately to show that it is not monotonous. The sea is beautiful. It seems that when God created the underwater world, there were many colors at hand. The rain jumped into the sea to swim. They are not afraid of drowning. Rain is most afraid of falling on the loess high slope, "pa", half of which evaporates and half is sucked away by the soil. This is how the rain died and died. Rain saw a huge wave like a wall in the sea. It didn't know that water can also build walls, and soon it collapsed and became carved castles and peaks. Raindrops look down from the waves and the bottom of the valley is unfathomable. Rain washed down, or water. The waves hold all the water in their arms, and they can't die or break. Rain runs in the waves and is home on earth. The rain swims in the clouds, overlooking the sea like a thousand hectares of jasper. It doesn't know it's the sea, but it's not a tree or soil. The rain approached the sea and felt the transparent wind. The wind mixed with rain, like soybeans scattered to the sea. The sea splashed pockmarked and was smoothed by the wind. Seagulls fly on the waves with fish in their mouths, and the waves rush to the highest place and roll up the tangled white edges. Overlooking the sea, you can't see its pattern clearly. The sea didn't have the patience to finish painting a picture, but in the middle of painting, another picture was erased, and the pictographic pattern became an abstract pattern. It is very comfortable for rain to flow into the sea. The sea is cool, and the rain lifts the whale's body and dives into the deepest part of the sea. The belly of the fish is like a shiny knife, and the hair of seaweed flies like a witch. Looking up, the sun melted, swaying like an egg yolk on the outer layer of the sea. There is no need to look in the sea, and there is no need to hide. After the rain fell into the sea, I no longer miss the land. The tree bears the rain with every leaf, and the heavy rain breaks the stone pavement. Walking into the forest, the voice turned into a slight rustle. Trees use each leaf to receive rainwater. Water flows from the leaf to the twigs and thick branches, and drips into the ground along the trunk. Shake the roots of the stream, turn around and meet in a hurry, and hide in the low-lying grass. The thunder was not so loud, the leaves absorbed its cough, only half of the lightning was exposed, and the other half was blocked by the shadows of trees. I thought of a warning that trees will attract lightning, and it is often that lone tree that attracts lightning, not the whole forest. There is too little thunder for the trees in the forest. It is raining harder. The lawn outside the forest seems to be covered with white fog, but the sound of rain hitting the leaves becomes smaller. A large area of water flowed down from the trunk, and the water flashed on the black trunk. I stood in the woodland, listening to the rain beating on my hat. I simply take off my clothes, take a bath in the rain filtered by leaves, then wash my clothes, wring them out and put them on. The clothes soon got wet again. When it rained harder, I felt water in my pocket. If I knew this, I would put a small goldfish in my pocket. Later, the leaves couldn't hold the water, and a white rain fog was pulled up between the trees. I think the tree is starting to move. Many trees are walking in the rain. They bowed their heads and held umbrellas under the canopy. Where is that bird now? Every morning, I hear birds singing noisily in the house four or five hundred meters away from the forest. Every bird wants to drown out the songs of other birds with high notes. They were silent in the rain. I imagine that they put their heads on the branches, and the rain flows down the feathers to the branches, and the little bird's claws become fresher. Like me, this bird is looking forward to the end of the rain. It doesn't understand the use of rain, and it seems to have fallen in the wrong place. The rain made the worm drill back into the hole. The rain is getting smaller and smaller, the canopy is shining, the thunder is rolling farther, and more streams appear on the ground. The rain has stopped, and I feel that there are more trees in the forest than before, and the bark is as thick as leather. They stood in the water, and the water gradually glowed, reflecting a clearer skylight. The songs of birds are floating in the air. After a while, the bird answered, including a rough squeak. Birds told each other that the rain had stopped. At this time, the sky at the top of the tree is fresh and blue, which seems thinner than before the rain, like taking off some clothes. I used to run from the iron bridge to the forest to hide from the rain, which was close to the old palace built by the Duke of Wü rttemberg where I lived. I changed my mind and continued to walk in the direction of Bear Lake deep in the forest. How nice the air is! Frogs jump vertically between puddles with legs like a pair of folded scissors. The path is covered with orange fat bugs. I have never seen such a fat bug in China. Looking back, the road behind me was crawling with insects, as if I had taken them on a pilgrimage. Germans walking in the forest appeared on the road one after another. Like me, they were blocked by the rain in the forest. Being caught in the rain, they seem to be very happy with a lucky smile on their faces. But they ignored the bugs on the road and walked over and trampled many bugs to death. They never look at their feet, just walk forward with their heads held high. Birds are singing louder and louder, as if praising the good rain or the good rain has stopped. The whole forest has become damp. I think there are hundreds of tons of water left on the leaves alone.

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What are some good sentences after rain?

I think the tree is starting to move. Many trees are walking in the rain. They bowed their heads and held umbrellas under the canopy. It rained everywhere-Bargay vilen's soil reminds me of last year. Rain falls on every meadow, and it falls on other meadows because of the wind. Other rain drops on other grasslands. The spring rain fell on the stupid land where nothing grows, and the land began to recover, thinking of last year. The rain is arranged in the formation of swallows, and it drills into the earth with the lightness of swallows. There is no rustling at this time, and the leaves are too small to play rustling music. The spring rain was the first time this year, I remember. It rained in some places and was dry in others. Spring rain pulls the wind-transparent sail and scatters the rain where it belongs. The spring rain keeps raining, so it doesn't thunder when it rains, and it doesn't engage in these ostentation and extravagance. When it rains, it rains, and it doesn't come with thick clouds. It was all summer. Spring rain must not be done, let alone done. Who can't thunder? Why does it thunder? The spring rain is quiet, thin, cool, sparse and brilliant, and it is raining. It's neither too big nor too small. They lay on the glass and looked into the room to see if it needed to rain. They see people sitting or lying down, living what they call lives. The water drops of the spring rain saw that there was no water, flowers and grass in the house. When the spring rain falls, it is accompanied by singing, chorus and minor music, 6/8 beats, similar to Tajik music. Unfortunately, people can't hear you The song of spring rain is below 20 Hz. Melody is like the "boat song" in Hoffman's story. The coherent melody was torn apart and stitched together again, and after two steps, there was an opening sentence. Start, develop, end and start again. Boat song is a love song minor sung by Naples boatmen. It is rippling, and the rhythm has been fluctuating. These boatmen can't walk after landing, because there are no ripples in the earth. Spring rain has long understood this, which is nothing. The spring rain rises suddenly, sometimes slowly, or ripples in the air quickly or slowly. It is in no hurry to land. Why did you land so early? It is best to ripple in the rhythm of 6/8. Tajiks have never seen the sea, but they also know how to sing. 6/8 is not the rhythm for the legs, but the rhythm on the waist. I want to advance and retreat, and suddenly I turn around. I'm not talking about my legs, I'm talking about my waist. The exercise table at the waist is on the shoulder. It would be better if the dancer wore a little black goatskin hat with a thick black beard and a pointed upper lip. The sudden spring rain, the flowers and plants are not expected, but it makes people stunned. They ran in a hurry and sheltered from the rain under the eaves and trees. It rained until people came out from under the eaves and trees. Rain really wants to wash these people and make them as red as peach blossoms or as bright as apricot blossoms. Rain hits people's clothes, and textiles become thick, but their faces are not as bright and thin as peach blossoms. Their faces are covered with water droplets, which are accomplices of water droplets lying on the glass and looking into the house. Water drops gently lean on people's faces, trying to keep them warm but making them blush. These faces are harder than trees. All the news of life is hidden in the face and leaked on the face. The rain touched their noses and cheeks, and their eyes were closed and narrowed. These people ran in a panic, like stones rolling down from the top of the mountain, running in all directions. The spring rain beat the shoulders and backs of pedestrians, and they caught the rain with their hands when waving their arms. Rain wants to wash people's eyes and let them have a look-peach blossoms are in bloom. Peach trees stand on the roadside one by one, and the branches are connected to hold up the dense peach blossoms. Peach blossoms are still in full bloom in the rain, with a little wet red. Some petals fall in the mud, like shredded writing paper. A string of grass sticks out under the peach tree, like a child's fast-growing hair. Have you seen more birds? They shouted on the branches to make it rain harder or stop at once. If pedestrians step on the mud, they should be happy, which is evidence of the arrival of spring. Frozen soil becomes muddy, just like all trees have broken bones. Poplar trees that don't bloom also bloom. Do you hear birds singing all over the world? Spring, spring, birds say these two words every day. After the rain fell into the sea, I no longer miss the land. I finally understand that water turns into rain to join the sea. Water Vision With water, the freest territory is the sea. When rain falls into the sea, thousands of hands of the sea catch it and ripple together. Who says rippling is not freedom? Freedom goes with the flow. "You should live without a home." Rain met endless brothers and sisters in the sea. They are called seawater, which can be green, blue and gray, and turn into translucent glass black at night. When the rain fell into the sea, it began to travel around the world and never worried about drying up. I snorkelled in Pipi Island in southern Thailand, only to know that the scenery under the sea is more beautiful than that on land. Red corals like bonsai abound, while white corals are like opaque rock sugar. Gorgeous tropical fish swam around, one with innocent eyes and one with lips like Monroe. They swim naively and dreamily, without asking where they are going, just like birds don't know where they are going. When people reach the bottom of the sea, they become monsters, with too long arms and legs and no beautiful scales, only underpants, goggles and a long nose respirator on their heads. Poor fish and shellfish think that people are like this, which is really a misunderstanding. I can't wait to take off my respirator and show them my face, but I can't. I haven't practiced that yet, I still need to breathe compressed oxygen, and I haven't mastered the essentials of decomposing oxygen in water with gills. The bottom of the sea is beautiful, more beautiful than Jiuzhaigou and West Lake. If I have the chance to become a warlord, I will build the warlord's mansion on the bottom of the sea, and people who come to do business with me will swim in diving suits. The fine sand in the sea is white and soft, anemones are swaying like flowers, and even octopus has turned itself into a flower. When God made the seabed, he paid special attention to it and gave full play to the artist's intelligence. The colors of stones, grass, shells and fish are so bright, like parrots flying all over the sky. Why didn't God make man as beautiful as a bird and a fish? People, whether yellow, black or white, are all plain. Except for the eyes and beard, the rest of the skin is monochromatic, and it is necessary to wear clothes indiscriminately to show that it is not monotonous. The sea is beautiful. It seems that when God created the underwater world, there were many colors at hand. The rain jumped into the sea to swim. They are not afraid of drowning. Rain is most afraid of falling on the loess high slope, "pa", half of which evaporates and half is sucked away by the soil. This is how the rain died and died. Rain saw a huge wave like a wall in the sea. It didn't know that water can also build walls, and soon it collapsed and became carved castles and peaks. Raindrops look down from the waves and the bottom of the valley is unfathomable. Rain washed down, or water. The waves hold all the water in their arms, and they can't die or break. Rain runs in the waves and is home on earth. The rain swims in the clouds, overlooking the sea like a thousand hectares of jasper. It doesn't know it's the sea, but it's not a tree or soil. The rain approached the sea and felt the transparent wind. The wind mixed with rain, like soybeans scattered to the sea. The sea splashed pockmarked and was smoothed by the wind. Seagulls fly on the waves with fish in their mouths, and the waves rush to the highest place and roll up the tangled white edges. Overlooking the sea, you can't see its pattern clearly. The sea didn't have the patience to finish painting a picture, but in the middle of painting, another picture was erased, and the pictographic pattern became an abstract pattern. It is very comfortable for rain to flow into the sea. The sea is cool, and the rain lifts the whale's body and dives into the deepest part of the sea. The belly of the fish is like a shiny knife, and the hair of seaweed flies like a witch. Looking up, the sun melted, swaying like an egg yolk on the outer layer of the sea. There is no need to look in the sea, and there is no need to hide. After the rain fell into the sea, I no longer miss the land. The tree bears the rain with every leaf, and the heavy rain breaks the stone pavement. Walking into the forest, this voice