Lyric sentences about winter rain

Four seasons of rain, I hate winter rain! The winter rain is not poetic, but cold and withered.

2, winter rain, falling from the sky, mixed with snow-like ice drops, hit the face like a knife. It's just that this winter rain scares you and chills you.

The rain is still falling. This is the first rain since winter. I sat by the window and stared at the winter rain, feeling that it was so heartless and depressing.

4, winter rain, although there has never been a beautiful praise of spring rain as expensive as oil, but without complaint, silently tell people, predict: my disappearance, white snowy days are just around the corner.

With the winter wind, pedestrians have no intention to take a leisurely walk to the east wind. The thicker a person's clothes are, the doors and windows of every household are tightly closed. All this information tells us that winter is really around us!

6. I often lament the magic of nature, and rain and snow come to earth hand in hand! Rain and snow are sometimes annoying, but they are said to clean up the world.

7. The winter rain, the last trace left by the warm atmosphere, has lost the pride of the summer storm and the gentleness of the autumn rain, and is just trying to create a better world.

8. I put on my cotton-padded clothes and tried to experience the taste of winter rain. Before I came to my senses, my whole body was covered with its affection. It told me gently, don't say I am heartless. Although I am in the wrong season, we are also sons of nature and friends who walk with you in this world.

9. If it is spring and summer, walking in the rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella is somewhat poetic. When the winter rain meets unexpectedly, no matter how wonderful the umbrella and the poem are, they can't get any interest because of the cold, not to mention the lilac-like woman and her wandering heart.

10, the winter rain was ruthless, and the rain soon wet the earth. The accumulated water in the depression blew bubbles, as if the earth was crying, and the buttonwood trees on the roadside looked so helpless. The whistling north wind, with the rain in its arms, lashed the few remaining yellow leaves, withered grass and unadjusted flowers with crystal tears, as if telling the misfortune of fate.

1 1, when winter comes, I never care, but solar terms are what my hardworking parents often pay attention to as farmers. Because I was born in the countryside, my parents began to teach me "beginning of spring, it's raining ..." when I was learning English. They told me that rural people must know how to do it and use it in farm work. But I seldom do farm work now, so my first impression of winter is the winter wind.

12, the reality of light rain, the lingering of light rain, woke me up from my dream, and my mind could not bear the provocation of winter rain, tossing and turning, and I could no longer be quiet with the earth and the night. Open the curtains, the outside world is dark and dignified; It's rare to concentrate on the lecture, enjoy oneself in solitude, and travel through the misty time and space, as if my thoughts were flying and dragged away by the winter rain. ...

In the early winter morning, the sky was gray, and the cold and dense Sha Qi enveloped the whole world. The sun hasn't come out yet, and everything in winter is naked, with a cold breath. Cold, the obvious sign of winter coming. Watching the bleak autumn end its tenacious mission, I was overwhelmed by the irresistible domineering of winter in the falling leaves sky, only to find that the whole world has become the territory of cold air.

14, winter rain is more depressing. Pedestrians on the road are holding umbrellas and tightening their necks, and the pace of travel is faster. The original plan to play ball with my classmates was also ruined, and my mood was even more depressed. As our clothes get thicker, we lose the elasticity of the past. It is estimated that it won't be long before the damn frostbite will climb on my fingers. Thinking about the sunshine in spring, the comfort in summer and the coolness in autumn, staying at home now makes the original good mood depressed a lot.

15, the winter wind is blowing and the chill is thick. The leaves left on that tree are its prey, and one leaf after another falls under its claws; The wind in winter is very urgent. The fox and rabbit are very sad, shivering in the hay and walking painfully in the wilderness. In that pale season, what they look forward to most is spring; The winter wind is light and the water is full of affection. Perhaps it is because of the lack of frogs and the lack of fish playing between lotus flowers. The ripples in the shallow pond are like sighs. When people describe it as cold, biting and cutting, the winter face becomes real.

16, a small raindrop, knocking on the ground, does it not respond to the impact of the heart? However, empty accounts can be done without a little courage. I'm afraid, I'm afraid to touch the curtain of quiet life! I have looked up at the blue sky and white clouds countless times, but I dare not really look at myself. My heart is always trembling and shouting: Why does the real existence in the world become hypocritical? Why do people put on a cold and even determined face to cover up a fragile heart? Why do they suppress as much as possible to escape their own search and can't find the answer!

17. I woke up in the morning and found that it was raining "sand, sand, sand" in winter. Sometimes it is mixed with some gentle snowflakes, which adds a bit of chill to the already cold weather. I don't know when it began to rain in winter in this northern country. In the world of rain, I like light rain, and I like light rain as fine as silk thread, especially in winter, which moistens things silently. In the cold winter, although the rain gives people a chill, it keeps people awake. After the first rain this winter, I typed this text about winter rain in front of the computer.

18, Winter Rain is an elegant poem and a lingering song. Come naturally, come without haste, impatience or anger. Take it easy, take it easy. It is neither as gentle as spring rain, nor as noisy as summer rain, nor as silent as autumn rain. Winter rain makes everything understand: don't miss the beauty of spring flowers, don't give up the beauty of summer, don't indulge in the richness of autumn, and don't refuse the vitality of winter. It always treats everyone with a dull attitude, tolerance and loving eyes. You closed the window and closed the door, but it still lingers in your mind; Do you open the doors and windows or dribs and drabs? ...

19. Rain is a sacred thing in nature. So I like the rain in four seasons. Exquisite spring rain, such as the first love girl, is shy and secretive; Rough summer rain, like an affectionate man, unrestrained and willful; Affectionate autumn rain, like lovers in love, lingering; Calm winter rain, like a woman in bad karma, is ruthless and often rains and snows to vent her grievances. Because I like rain, I like walking in the drizzle. No matter what season, there is no rain gear, I let the glittering and translucent rain beads beat my thick shawl hair at will, and let the gentle and cold rain caress my long eyelashes. After walking in the rain for a long time, I realized the delicacy of spring rain, the fullness of summer rain, the dignity of autumn rain and the naturalness of winter rain.

20. In the dead of night, sitting in front of the computer, although the double windows are closed, you can't rule out the sound of rain. I wanted to describe this winter rain with a favorite poem, but I was surprised to find that almost all the poems I remember and know about rain were written by spring rain, summer rain or autumn rain, while lonely winter rain was rarely described by poets. In my memory, only Lu You's two sentences, "Sleeping in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream", are written about the winter rain in the north. In my memory, there are few poems describing winter rain, but there are many poems describing winter rain in modern pop songs. I like Chyi Chin's Winter Rain very much. My favorite is Mai's Winter Rain, Don't cry in a foreign land.

2 1, the sound of "raindrops", everything seems so quiet. The rain outside the window came in through the window and reminded me of the existence of winter rain at the moment. Looking out of the window in a trance, it has been raining. There are no more stars and no more bright moon in the sky. In that bustling night scene, the colorful lights seem a little dim. Unexpected winter rain mixed with flowing snowflakes made me really feel the existence of winter. The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the winter rain seems to be getting bigger and bigger with the night. It is not delicious in spring, arrogant in summer, romantic in autumn, only cool and refreshing. On rainy nights, especially in winter, a quiet heart flies to the distance, for love, for missing, for hope. ...

22, winter rain, weaving winter love, overwhelming, falling from the sky, lonely and falling on the swaying window, a long-lost sense of loneliness inadvertently emerged in my heart at this time. In the past years, distant people and things waved to me in the vague light and shadow. Distant thoughts, tied feet, entangled into an untied knot, tied in my heart. There are different rain changes in the four seasons, and there are countless people with different stories in the world. In the eyes of these people with different stories, rain is naturally very different. On the frustrated people, the rain adds to the melancholy; Rain has a special taste for proud people. These differences are caused by people's mood. The so-called "everything I see is my color" is the truth.

23. After a small winter rain, there is some sparkling water in the newly cultivated fields, which is lingering with the dark soil, which may be gestating the next harvest season; The old buffalo, covered in hay, gently shook off the cut grass clippings, slowly leaned down to drink the water at the bottom of the pool, sneezed heavily, and shook his body violently. The water droplets that could not be thrown away seemed to tell the chill brought by the winter rain. The hardest thing is the old farmers who shuttle through the rain curtain, carrying plastic buckets full of chemical fertilizers in one hand and spreading fertilizer for lush rapeseed in the other. Wrinkled face wrote down the hardships of the years, and wrote down the desire for a bumper harvest with red handwriting. As for me, I only think of the cold and the difficulties and inconveniences brought by the winter rain. I shrink my hands and look at the rain outside the window, worried. My hands look well maintained, but they are definitely not diligent enough.

24. Winter rain flies, the cold wind dances, and the chilly wind and cold rain are still young at night. Winter rain floats in the cold sky and falls gently on the earth. The rain doesn't seem to be too heavy, but some raindrops hit the awning of the window, beating clearly and spreading far in the silent night. Listening to the dripping rain on the window lattice, the wind whistling through the thin treetops, just like the sound of nature, is the most beautiful note in the world. That wonderful note brought me to Chopin's Raindrops and the story behind it. Chopin and George? Sang lives in seclusion in a small town. One day, George? Sang and her daughter were caught in a heavy rain when they went out. They didn't go home until dusk. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Chopin playing a beautiful and sad tune there alone, crying while playing. Chopin saw them crying and said, "I thought you were all dead!" " "That song is raindrops. This song "Raindrops" is an impromptu fantasy that he thought his beloved had passed away on a stormy night. I never understood why Chopin had such a strange idea that the person he loved was dead. For an ordinary man, when his woman goes out in a storm, he should go out with an umbrella to pick her up, but Chopin didn't, so he is not an ordinary man. Perhaps it is because Chopin is not an ordinary person that he had a strange idea and created this meaningful "Raindrop"?