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Beautiful sentences about the light rain in March. Talk about the mood of the light rain in March.

1. The rain felt so comfortable. I was so excited that I hummed the light rain in March.

2. The drizzle in March moistens the thirsty lips of the small trees; the gentle breeze in March blows the dry face of the earth; the sunshine in March is warm and warm. Warmth stretches the waist of the seedlings in the field.

3. The thrush sings softly in the spring rain, as if she also likes the drizzle in March.

4. The light rain in March does not have the coldness of winter rain, nor the desolation of autumn rain, nor the violent storm of summer. There is only the pattering, refreshing and lovely light rain that makes you happy. You can't forget it once you see it, and you'll fall in love with it at first sight.

5. When I heard that it rained there, I thought of the light rain in March, which kept falling.

6. The rain in March is thin and small. It fell into the ditch in front of the door, splashing water; it fell from the eaves, flying everywhere like a broken pearl.

7. The light rain falls in March. I miss you so much at this moment. Wherever the gentle breeze and light rain go, I bring my thoughts to you. There is nothing else for you. I only say I love you. If When I see you now, I will hold you tightly!

8. The beautiful scenery of West Lake. In March, the spring rain is like wine and willows are like smoke. We are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, but if we are not destined to meet each other, it is difficult to hold hands with each other. If there is good fortune in a thousand years, the white heads and one heart will be in front of us.

9. The drizzle in March is gentle and soft like a lover’s whisper, mellow and sweet; it is also like a shallow stream, slowly flowing into the heart, nourishing the heart that has been dry for a long time. field.

10. The temperature in early March is still cool, and the coolness condenses in the rain, weaving a hazy ink painting.

11. The light rain drizzled, soaking the March sky. I haven’t seen rain like this for a long time. It is soft and lingering, just like your eyes, gently brushing my lonely shoulders. Smelling the fragrance of a piece of writing, I stood in front of the window and said to my friend: Good morning!

12. It’s March 3rd, and it’s raining lightly outside. One spring rain and one warm one. Wear single clothes during ten spring rains!

13. The sorrow in March is definitely inseparable from the rain in March. The light rain gives the sorrow a medium!

14. In the spring of March, the drizzle continued, and a little sunshine warmed the grass that had just woken up. Each of their little heads popped up and sang the song of spring.

15. The misty rain in March is like smoke, like silk, like fog, and like a dream. Bathing in the mist and rain of March makes people feel a tenderness in their bones that is beyond words.

16. Hello, March! It was you who came back with the spring in hand, bringing the cool spring rain with you, a piece of red paper, a book about wind and rain, and cutting thousands of words into a picture of the coming and going of clouds. So, in the intoxicating time of warm wind, ten miles of flowers bloomed to full bloom.

17. In March, during a drizzle, the willow trees sucked the dew of spring and pulled out tender light yellow buds from the long dark green willow branches. Seen from a distance, the willow tree looks like a young girl, her long hair hanging down, swaying in the breeze.

18. Spring is coming in March. You come and I plant trees. The whole nation mobilizes a good scene to plant youth and dreams. Bath in the rain, dew and sunshine, water your hard work and strength. Keke said that she has hope that she will grow up and become a pillar in the future. Arbor Day is here, let’s plant trees together.

19. In March, spring is coming; in my dreams and memories, I can’t see the four seasons in the starry sky under the moon. Do you still remember this time last year? That's when the flowers bloom and the butterflies fly. Night is coming, do you remember me? The rain is falling, who is not coming back?

20. The fireworks in the south of the Yangtze River smile in March. I lean on the railing and look to the left to find you. The rain is low and the sound is few. My thoughts are empty and the sound of the flute is cold. The window shadow is broken. Where is Jiangnan among the sound of smoke and oars?

21. Youth is like the spring rain in March. We are nourished by the spring rain. The spring rain, pattering and falling, hits in the rainy season of youth, hits in our hearts, hits in our lives, hits in our lives, hits in the depths of our souls.

22. If you are a small river, family love is the sea, always opening up that tolerant mind for you. Family love is the continuous drizzle of spring in March, nourishing your heart;

23. Spring rains linger on the lintel of March. It lingers on Hua Guduo's lips and falls on the girl's eyes. The spring scenery is swaying, and a bay of green spring water is shining.

24. Fireworks In March, after the spring rain, the eryngium flowers bloom quietly, adding a fiery passion to the fresh breath of rain and mist.

25. Hello March! Yesterday, the sky was cloudless. Today, as soon as it dawned, a spring rain began to fall. The hidden cold current, which was almost overwhelming, waited for an opportunity to turn into bursts of cold wind, without even taking three steps. Attacking the earth back.

26. In March, Qingming comes, with red willows and green grass; during the Qingming season, it rains heavily, and passers-by on the road feel like losing their souls. I ask where happiness is, be cheerful and positive, and know how to cherish it. We are both sad and happy on Qingming Festival.

27. Qingming comes in March, and every rain comes and then the wind comes.

28. I miss the spring in the south of the Yangtze River. The spring in March is filled with rain, and the misty spring rain makes the thousand-year-old town seem to be in a dream woven by fog, like a long ink scroll misty and misty. It has a clear view and is filled with a strong charm.

29. I like the drizzle in March. The drizzle in March gives people a warm feeling. The drizzle in March gives people a warm enjoyment.

30. The light rain in March is like a passionate girl, gentle and gentle, who can never lose her temper; it is also like a half-covered pipa girl, coquettish and shy, infinitely lingering and infinitely sentimental.

31. In March every year, there is melodiousness everywhere. After the rain, all doubts disappeared, and the wind came very wildly. The bees entering the flowers are a hindrance, but the water swallows covering the flowers are no problem. Suffering is added to thoughts, and the road to Qingmen is long.

32. March should be the season of spring and flowers blooming, the gentle breeze and drizzle, the season of nurturing life. But not this year. All I remember is the stingy rain and the furious wind in March.

33. In January you didn’t show up, in February you were sleeping next door, in March it rained heavily, and in April there were roses everywhere. March said goodbye and April said hello.

34. In March, the south wind blows, swallows return, flowers sprout, the river begins to warm, silk rain falls one after another, the spring is warm and soft, and in invisible places, green leaves bloom quietly, crystal clear. In the lingering spring light, the young man's clothes are like snow, elegant and gentle. All the beauty in time will come as expected.

35. The rain in March is like countless small hands, hitting the keys of the forest leaves, playing a hymn of spring.

36. The misty rain in March weaves fresh and soft verses, the willows are green, the lake is full of water, whose piccolo penetrates the misty rain, who meets whom, and reincarnates in the dream of early spring in the south of the Yangtze River .

37. The drizzle is like silk, and the cherry trees greedily suck the nectar of spring, laughing in the rain and mist. In the spring of March, the cherry trees are full of young buds, each one in bud, swaying back and forth when the wind blows. Looks so cute!

38. The spring breeze in February and the rain in March make my lonely heart like an island, wandering alone in the sad place of the past.

39. The fickle you can be the rain in March, the thunder in June, the wind in September, the snow in December, and you are my only faith.

40. In the rain in March, she ignored one detail. She was silent, but left a touch of sadness in people's hearts.

41. Spring is warm in March, peach blossoms are red and cauliflower is yellow. The orioles are singing and the swallows are dancing, the feeling of spring is strong, the rain is tender and the wind is fragrant.

42. I miss the spring in the south of the Yangtze River. I like the gentleness of the March wind, the goose yellow on the branches in spring, the poetry of walking in the spring rain holding an oil-paper umbrella, and even more, I like my bright beauty under the sun. smile.

43. I like you, your gentle words are like the rain in March.

44. March is supposed to be the time when spring flowers bloom and all things grow. At this time, in this place, with this feeling and this scene, I want to recite a poem: This rain will last forever.

45. In the misty rain of March, there is a touch of sadness and inexplicable melancholy, one after another, like the longing in the heart, intertwined and lingering into a soft rainy season.

46. In March, spring is leaving and summer is coming. Only then does Miss Spring call Sister Lightning, Sister Rain and Father Thunder to wake up the hibernating animals. The sound of rain falling is like a beautiful song.

47. The rain in March in Yangchun was thin and dense, like cow hair. It was difficult to find dandelions last time, but after a spring rain, many dandelions poked their heads out.

48. March is beautiful in the drizzle. It rains, and the slanting drizzle envelopes the entire spring. Raise your head and let the raindrops kiss your face, lips, eyebrows, wash away the fatigue and dust of the winter, and make you youthful again.

49. The rain in March is the beginning of spring. It makes seeds germinate; it wakes up hibernating animals; it makes shoots sprout out of the ground.

50. In the early spring of March, who could have imagined that after the sunshine today, there would be spring rain and wind tomorrow.

51. March is an outing in the wind and rain, waking up from a deep dream, the grass and trees are growing for three months, the spring is warm, the flowers are blooming, and everything is revived!

52. The rain in March is as expensive as oil; the rain in April is like a hoe.

53. In March, the most romantic thing I can think of is to accompany you to watch the cherry blossom rain.

54. Rainy nights can be lonely or romantic; March has not come, but the rain has come, and many good things are waiting for us.

55. In March, the silver pear tree, which had been sleeping all winter, was awakened by the silvery drizzle.

56. A rainy day in March. Biting cold.

57. Family love is the warmth of March rain. A row of willow trees next to the corridor glowed with a faint green color, and green leaves quietly poked their heads out of the branches, as if family love was sprouting in the heart.

58. Time flows silently, just like the drizzle in March moistens the earth. After March, April is ushered in. The branches of the trees are already full of green and flowers. Blooming, birds singing, the most beautiful scenery in April.

59. March is a season full of hope. The fields are the home of spring, with spring light, spring rain and spring breeze. Being embraced by the earth, working hand in hand with hard work, brewing into expectations. Smile and gain happiness.

60. The light footsteps of March walk through the soft rain, and in the full smile, the willow tips turn green and the grass becomes greener. In the melody of spring, like a fair lady, she is shy but wants to speak. Her graceful dancing posture and soft breath bring us a green and hazy reverie.