Famous prose about rain

Autumn rain is a key. It is cool and gentle, gently, gently, and opens the door of autumn when you are not paying attention.

Autumn rain, there is a box of colorful pigments. Look, it gives the ginkgo tree yellow. Yellow leaves are like handfuls of small fans, which one to fan and which one to fan to drive away the summer heat. It gives red to maple, and the red maple leaves float like stamps, bringing coolness in autumn.

Gold is the color of the field. Look, the field is like a golden ocean. Orange and red represent fruit trees. You are squeezing and touching oranges and persimmons, vying for people to pick them! Chrysanthemum fairy gets more colors, such as purple, yellow, white ... beautiful chrysanthemums nod frequently in the autumn rain.

2. Yu Guangzhong: "Listen to the cold rain"

Rain hits trees and tiles, and the rhythm is crisp and audible. Especially the clang on the roof tiles, belongs to China's ancient music. Wang Yucheng is like a rafter in Huanggang. It is said that living in a bamboo building, the sound of rain is like a waterfall, the sound of dense snow is louder than the sound of broken jade, and the singing effect of * * * is particularly good, regardless of drums, poems, chess and pots. Isn't it like living in a bamboo tube? I'm afraid any fragile sound will be doubled and exaggerated, but it will make the ears allergic.

Rainy roof tiles, with wet streamers, are faint and gentle, with dim sunshine and dim backlight, which is a low comfort to vision. As for the rain hitting thousands of scaly tiles, from far and near, it is gentle and heavy, with a trickle flowing down the tile trough and eaves. All kinds of tapping and sliding sounds are closely woven into a net, and whose fingers are massaging the helix. "It's raining", the gentle grey beauty came, and her cold hands flicked countless black keys grey keys on the roof, turning noon into dusk.

3. Wang Guozhen: "Random Thoughts on Rain"

Sometimes, it is raining outside, but the sun is shining in my heart; Sometimes, it's sunny outside, but it's raining inside. There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison. The heart is clear, and the rain is clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain.

However, no matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains. Rain has a magic power: it can diffuse into a mood, penetrate into an atmosphere and engrave a memory. Of course, sometimes it can be a disaster.

Sandstorms in spring, boredom in summer and dryness in autumn all make people pray for rain. A rain can also make the air fresher and the streets brighter. "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", and it is not just farmers who pray for rain.

When it rains, there is neither sun nor moon, but people don't think so. Maybe it's because the rainy season is not cold, so it's good to let the sun cool for a while. Rainy nights have a charm that moonlit nights don't have.

4. Ji Xianlin: Listening to the Rain

It began to rain early in the morning. Rain is not a rare thing, but it is spring rain. As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil." In the rare drought, its preciousness can be imagined.

"Moistening things silently", the spring rain is very small, as small as "nothing". However, I sat on the balcony and was divided into a small house with a big piece of iron on the top. The eaves dripping from upstairs hit the iron sheet and made a sound, so it was not "silent".

According to common sense, I sat there, obsessed with the same kind of extinct language. I should have needed a quiet environment, a quiet mood to settle down and enter the role to interpret this gobbledygook. This sound of rain banging on the tin plate should be extremely annoying, so it is necessary to hurry and then.

However, the opposite is true. I sat there quietly and heard the sound of raindrops overhead. At this time, the sound is better than silence, and I feel boundless joy in my heart, as if I had drunk the fairy dew and took a sip, and I felt very high.

This voice is sometimes slow and urgent, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes loud and sometimes heavy, sometimes like a golden voice, sometimes like a yellow bell, sometimes like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade, sometimes like playing the pipa, sometimes like flying from the blue, sometimes like a hundred birds contending, sometimes like a rabbit falling, I can't help it, I am elated and elated. The dead language seems to be alive, and I seem to be full of youthful vitality. I have rarely had such a spiritual realm in my life, let alone being humane to others.

5. Zhao Lihong: "Shan Yu"

Like a song without words, it magically rises from all directions and gradually becomes clear and loud, from far and near, from far and near. ...

In the sound of rain, every rock, every leaf and every clump of green grass in the mountain has become a wonderful piano key. The fluttering rain is countless dexterous and soft fingers, playing one elegant ditty after another, and each note has a fantastic color.

The rain changed the color of the mountain forest. In the sun, the color levels of the mountain forest are almost unrecognizable, from dark green to emerald green, from light green to golden yellow, from red to fiery red. In the rain, all the colors melt in the dripping green, dazzling and transparent. This fresh green seems to flow in the rain and fog, into my eyes and into my heart.

The green in the rain is difficult to adjust on the painter's palette, but as long as you have seen the dripping green, it will be unforgettable.

I don't know when the rain stopped quietly. The wind also held its breath and the mountain suddenly became very quiet. In the distance, an unknown bird began to crow, as if to pour out the joy after bathing. Not far away, the rain beads condensed on the leaves are still dripping down, dripping into the small puddle on the side of the road, making an unusually crisp sound.

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