Words describing drizzle in Chengdu

1. Ask a few words and sentences to describe the rain in Mao Mao. Look at Yu Guangzhong's Listening to Cold Rain and Liu Zhanqiu's Four Seasons Rain. The description of rain is wonderful and absolutely helpful. Listen to the cold rain. Author: After Yu Guangzhong was frightened, the cold in spring intensified.

First, the material is steep, and then the rainy season begins, sometimes dripping, sometimes wet, even in the dream, it seems to have an umbrella. With an umbrella, you can avoid a cold rain and the whole rainy season.

Even my thoughts are wet. Going home every day, it is a dream to walk into the rain and wind from Jinmen Street to Xiamen Street.

It's sad to think of Taipei like this. This is a completely black-and-white movie. I think the whole history of China and China is nothing more than a black-and-white movie. It rained like this from beginning to end. I wonder if this feeling comes from antonioni.

But that land was a long time ago. Twenty-five years, a quarter of a century, even if it rains, Qian Shan is full of water, and the umbrella is across Qian Shan. In fifteen years, everything was broken, only the climate, only the weather forecast was involved, and a big cold current rolled in from that land. This indifference is shared with the ancient continent.

It is a comfort to your children that you can't jump into her arms and be swept by her skirt. When I think so, I feel a little warm in the cold.

In this way, he hopes that these narrow alleys will extend forever, and his thinking can also be extended, not from Jinmen Street to Xiamen Street, but from Jinmen to Xiamen. He is from Xiamen, at least in a broad sense. For twenty years, he has been living in Xiamen Street instead of Xiamen, which is a mockery and a comfort.

But in a broad sense, he is also a Jiangnan native, a Changzhou native, a Nanjing native, a Chuanwaer, and a teenager in a broad sense. The apricot blossom and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River was his boyhood.

It will be clear in half a month. Antonioni's lens tossed and turned, tossed and turned.

Residual water is like water, and the earth after heaven is like water. There are thousands of people from north to south.

Is there porcelain in it? China, of course, will always be China. It's just that the apricot blossom and spring rain are gone, the shepherd boy no longer gives directions, the sword gate is drizzling, and the dust in Weicheng is gone.

However, where is the land he dreams of day and night? In the headlines of the newspaper? Or is it a rumor in Hong Kong? Or black keys Bai Encong's jumping bow and plucking strings? Or is it the hope of antonioni's mirror-ending horse week? Or, in the walls and glass cabinets of the Palace Museum, in the rhyme of Taibai Dongpo in the sound of gongs and drums in Beijing Opera? Apricot flowers and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Liuge, maybe that piece of soil is in it.

Whether it is Chixian, Shenzhou or China, it is changing. As long as Cang Xie's inspiration persists and the beautiful China people are not old, the centripetal force of that image will surely grow. Because a square character is a world.

At the beginning, there were words, so the memories and hopes of his ancestors were pinned in the hearts of Han people. For example, write a word "rain" out of thin air, dribs and drabs, torrential rain, all love and rain will be in it.

What kind of visual beauty can rain or pluie satisfy? Jin Mu, like fire and water, has become the world by itself. When you enter the "Rain" Department, the ancient China is ever-changing, and you will notice that beautiful frost, snow, clouds and terrible thunder and hail only show God's good temper and bad temper, and the Meteorological Observatory takes pains to read an encyclopedia that laymen can't understand. Listen, the cold rain.

Look at that cold rain. Smell it, cold rain, lick it, cold rain.

Rain falls on his umbrella, raincoats on the umbrellas of millions of people in this city, and antennas on houses. It's raining on the ship in the breakwater channel of Keelung Port, and it's raining this season. Rain is a woman and should be the most emotional.

Rain is empty and psychedelic. Smell it carefully Fresh and refreshing, with a little mint flavor. When it is thick, it gives off a faint smell of earth behind the grass trees. Maybe it smells like earthworms and snails. After all, it was a shock. Maybe the life on the ground and underground, maybe the memories of ancient China are all silly crawling, maybe the subconscious and dreams of plants are tense and fishy.

When I went to America for the third time, I lived in the mountains of Denver for two years. The western United States is mountainous and desert, and it is dry for thousands of miles. The sky is as blue as Anglo-Saxon eyes, the ground is as red as Indian skin, and clouds are rare. There are few clouds and fog on the dazzling snow peaks in the Loki Mountains.

One is high, the other is dry, and the third is above the forest line, and the cedar has stopped. "Clouds Wangfu interest? Free and easy in my chest "or" Yellow Rain in Shang Lue "in China's poems is an ugly landscape in the Rocky Mountains. The victory of the Rocky Mountains lies in stones and snow.

Those jagged rocks overlap and depend on each other, creating a thrilling sculpture exhibition for the sun and wind thousands of miles away. White and illusory snow, cold and clear, endless momentum makes people feel hard to breathe, cold and sour.

However, if you want to appreciate the realm of "clouds, when I look back, I can't see anything when the green dew comes out", you still have to come to China. The humidity in Taiwan Province Province is very high, and the cloudiest atmosphere is the misty artistic conception of rain.

I stayed at the head of the stream for two nights. The trees were fragrant and the cold hit my elbow at night. I slept like a fairy, with overlapping mountain shadows and thousands of ornaments. It rained all night in the mountains and woke up the next morning. In the primitive silence where the rising sun did not rise, I ventured into the secret of the forest, walked all the way up the mountain through the broken branches on the ground and the trickling rain, facing the cold all night.

The mountain at the head of the stream is dense with trees and dense fog. The lush water vapor rises from the bottom of the Ran Ran, sometimes thick and sometimes light, and the transpiration changes. It is almost impossible to see the hidden peaks and valleys just from the open space where the fog breaks through the clouds. Go up the mountain at least twice, and you can only play hide-and-seek with Xitoufeng in the white.

Back in Taipei, the world asked me, except for smiling and pretending to be mysterious, the actual impression was nothing more than nothing. The scenery of China is shrouded in clouds and mountains hidden in water, giving people the charm of Song painting.

The world may be Zhao's, but the landscape is rice. But after all, it's hard to say whether the three fathers and sons wrote the landscapes of China or whether the landscapes of China were just Song Like's paintings. Rain is not only audible and amiable, but also audible.

Listen to the cold rain. Listening to the rain, as long as it is not a rock-breaking typhoon and rainstorm, is always a kind of hearing.

2. The words used to describe the rain in Mao Mao are soft and misty. Fine as silver, looming, is my favorite weather. Let the rain fall on my body, make me moist and cool, and make me refreshed. It seems that only in this way can I wash away all kinds of troubles and helplessness, and my feelings can wash away the impetuousness and fetters in the world, and let my thoughts of Feng Xu fly freely. This is also a fantasy and a dream. Under such circumstances, I released my inner disappointment and indulged in ecstasy. ...

At the moment, the rain in Mao Mao is more lovely. It flew into the room through the window, kissed my face and gave me mysterious coolness. The raindrops on the wire in the air outside the window are like pearls on the wire, crystal clear. In the mud on the hill opposite the window, the trees are so vibrant, and the rain in Mao Mao is like fog and silk, which puts a beautiful veil on the earth.

Standing in the rain, bathing in its tenderness and kissing the skin, the complicated illusion is sometimes hazy and sometimes sad. The breeze is gentle and the rain is blurred. I lost my way in an instant, but I can only go with the wind. Secretly hesitating, am I like this rain, or fragile or have lost myself? Silk falls, Xiaoxiang is full of lovesickness, and countless silver threads are endless, but it is sad, and it is even more heartbreaking to think of an old friend.

Walking in the rain, the familiar damp breath melts me in its breath, and I am deeply attached to it-yearning and kindness. It whispers in my ear, showing the coordinates of the direction, feeling the throb of each other's telepathy, and betting that there is me in it, and there is me in it. ...

Rain washed the trees green, delicate and charming, refreshing and pleasing to the eye, giving people a refreshing enjoyment, as well as the dust and noise of the city, as if the clouds had passed long ago. The whole city is shrouded in the mist of veils, hidden in the distant mountains, full of poetic beauty, infected with illusion and tranquility, as if it were in another time and space.

After the rain, the sky was fresh and moist, filled with the smell of earth. The bright sunshine increased my attachment to the rain in Mao Mao, and I longed for the happiness in the rain, which completely moistened my heart.

In the spring rain in Mao Mao, we met again, and we met again. At this moment, the rain in Mao Mao is fog, without its shadow or sound, but the land is full of vitality and moisture, which is really amazing, really strange, really amazing.

3. What words are used to describe the rain in Mao Mao? It has been raining in Mao Mao.

Drip, pronunciation: lín lín lí lí.

Interpretation: The rain in Mao Mao is seen by the visual eye.

It is foggy and rainy. Pronunciation: yān yǔ mēng mēng

Interpretation: rainy days, wet mood, foggy, can't see clearly.

It rains in Mao Mao, pronounced as xǔ iá n miá n.

Interpretation: Rain is as slender and ethereal as silk floss.

It is raining in Mao Mao. Pronunciation: X ǔ Meng Meng

Interpretation: The confusion of rain, snow and fog

Make sentences:

1. Raindrops are like thousands of paratroopers, jumping from the air and landing safely on the ground.

Raindrops are connected together like a big net and hung in front of my eyes.

When the breeze blows, the rain curtain is oblique, like a thin line running towards the vegetation and walls.

When it rains, the leaves of all kinds of flowers and plants are condensed with glittering and translucent water drops.

Rain floated down from the sky like ten thousand silver threads, and a row of drained water drops fell from the eaves like a beautiful bead curtain.

6. It's raining in Mao Mao, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a small dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.

4. Idioms to describe drizzle.

Spring rain is precious.

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It's raining.

The situation suddenly changed and became unstable.

Experienced many difficulties and hardships.

A sudden and violent storm

Ethnic people's personalities are like stars, which are stormy, while ordinary people are like grace.

Pull the rain out of the clouds.

Brilliant dance in the breeze

The journey with nowhere to live is hard.

Say rain is sunny.

Intimate relationship between men and women

See a little sign, you can know its development direction.

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Timely advice and help

Spring rain is precious.

A hard journey or wild life

You Yan cheng feng Jia Yu

The hardships of wind and rain

See a little sign, you can know its development direction.

Men and women

Men and women

The coming of wind and rain

Clouds in severe drought have raised high expectations.

Wind and rain suitable for plant growth

Reading a good book should seize all the time.

Friends or brothers, in a friendly conversation, greet each other after a long separation.

Eager to relieve adversity, as long as drought seeks rain.

Combat intensity

Love between men and women, celebration failed to continue.

Friends or brothers, in a friendly conversation, greet each other after a long separation.

The continuous crackling of raindrops.

5. Words to describe rain according to the rain in Mao Mao.

Rain is like an arrow, rain is like a stone.

Oblique wind and drizzle rain curtain hung with the sound of rain ticking and rain clicking.

The raindrops are crystal clear, the sound of rain stops, and the sound of rain is as light as yarn.

Storm, shower, rainy day, misty rain, spring rain and rainy day.

It's raining in Mao Mao, it's raining cats and dogs, it's raining cats and dogs

Rain, rain, wind, rain, rain, downpour, storm, rain, rain.

It's raining cats and dogs, it's raining cats and dogs, rustling and drizzling like silk.

Rainy rain, spring rain, autumn rain, drizzle and smoke.

Thunderstorm is coming, drizzling, oblique wind and drizzling like an arrow.