It's good to write on rainy days.

Outside the window, in front of the door, under the eaves and under the trees. ...

What an exquisite and elegant figure that is! All enchanting, but noble and beautiful; Classical and elegant, but never showing a pretentious state ... looming, under the silence, it produces a praise for spring, green vitality and bloom ... it is the tassel of the moon, the gauze of the sun, the companion of the wind, the skirt of the cloud ... But who can be such a lovely state?

The songs in the shallow water pit answered me with the softest voice, just like the birds singing at dawn. ...

It's raining, it's spring rain, it's another rainy day. They are invisible spirits jumping in this gray world, jumping in my window and jumping in my heart. With a kind of hesitation, a kind of helplessness and a ray of sadness, I looked at the rain in front of the window blankly, and I unconsciously gave birth to a kind of heartfelt gratitude and admiration.

Outside the window, in front of the door, under the eaves and under the trees. ...

The crystal beads of rain are still dancing and singing wearily.

Deep meditation, meditation.

Their lives, just a moment from the sky, the world caught a glimpse. But it is these countless short moments that make the value of rain brilliant ... As the saying goes, spring rain is as expensive as oil. Pushing open the window covered with filaments, a touch of bright new green flows in the shadow of rain, controlling my vision and vision. Among the green trees, a few shy colors are soaked in the comfort of rain, making them shine. Try to gently push open the wooden fence of the orchard. Under the moisture of rain, the ridges are filled with the color of hope and the light of harvest. Close your eyes and look through this garden, as if you saw the joy of this year and the fruitful results of this autumn. ...

The rain touched me, deeply touched me.

Outside the window, in front of the door, under the eaves and under the trees. ...

It's still raining-

No regrets.

However, as the spirit of all things, why complain about the injustice of fate? Rain, as a trivial creature, decorates and nourishes the whole world, but we ask for it without gratitude. Sometimes, I really deeply believe that every great soul is invisibly hidden in countless forgotten corners of the world.

It was sunny after the rain and the rainbow hung in the sky. That's-

The best compliment to the rain.

It's sunny when it rains!

It's raining again, but I still don't want to take an umbrella or carry a schoolbag. I simply said goodbye to my mother: mom, I'm leaving. Mother was busy with something and said "Oh" without looking up. It's always like this: I simply say goodbye, and she simply answers. I don't know when it has been like this, and there is not much verbal communication between us. Maybe it's because of my rebellious adolescence, or because my mother is too silent?

In a blink of an eye, I have reached the gravel road in the alley. Rain is falling, falling on pebbles, making a "click" sound, announcing the arrival of spring. I turned and turned into an alley, not far from the school. This turn, a casual moment, froze the whole picture.

There is a vague figure at the corner of the alley. She hid behind the wall carefully with an umbrella in her hand. And that outline is exactly what I have been familiar with for many years-mother, my mother.

The rain dripped down the eaves of the wall and landed right on mom's hair. She cut her hair and walked on. Mom came out without changing clothes. What is she doing outside? I want to know. When I found that her eyes crossed the alley and fell on me far away, I suddenly understood that she was afraid that I would get wet without an umbrella in the heavy rain and come out to give me an umbrella. Thought of here, I was wrapped in deep warm eyes. My heart trembled slightly.

I stared at my mother's back and stopped there for a long time. Once upon a time, I spoiled in my mother's arms and pulled my mother's little finger around. Mom should want to give me an umbrella many times, but she is afraid of being rejected by me! My mother's love for me has never changed, but it is just like this spring rain, moistening things silently. Thinking about thinking about it, my tears have already filled my eyes and I rushed up and hugged my mother. "Mom, accompany me to school!" My mother handed me an umbrella with residual temperature, but I refused. I took my mother's umbrella, took her hand and walked to school. This short journey is unforgettable. I don't know how long it's been since I walked under the same umbrella with my mother like this. ...

It's sunny when it rains! The spring rain in February awakened the spring day, and my mother's eyes shocked the ignorant children, just like the rich fragrance of flowers, which kept blooming around me, but I smelled its refreshing fragrance for the first time.

It is still raining, and I will never forget that scene.

It's sunny and rainy.

It's you again, the gray sky, the falling songs and the fun of beating bananas. Sure enough, it's you again. Your singing skills are not old and your charm depends on each other. Only me, but I feel sad about this book. Without the childlike innocence of the past, my eyes are no longer the light of your love, but the dim gray tone.

You tapped on the window and smiled at me. I saw you, opened the window, and you opened my memory. ...

Jiangnan, ancient town, gray sky, drizzle, oblique weaving in the old lane. The blue-gray stone road and the tarpaulin umbrella in the rain seem to be dizzy, blending with the hookah on the old house. Yes, I've seen you. I heard your song, it was a drizzle in a low voice. I asked your name, but you smiled without a word. You are like a quiet Jiangnan woman, wearing a classical gown and walking with me gracefully.

The marks left by the years on the old house, mottled walls, hollowed-out windows and small water marks make me feel unprecedented peace. The bluestone path, with the unique earthy flavor of Jiangnan, continues to extend to different places, and every place is as classical and quaint as this road.

Hands, touching the wet door, are wooden, thick and comfortable, as if there were a little temperature. "Cheep!" The door opened. The world inside the house is unfolding bit by bit, with the same green slate, the same old wooden house, smooth stone mill, vicissitudes of bamboo chairs and green plantains in the corner.

You walk over and your fingers are dancing and playing for me. You told me the music, you told me the story of the ancient town, you told me the loneliness of Iraqis, you told me … I was fascinated. You stopped and took me into the cabin with small steps.

The rotten wooden floor rang at my feet, and the great wheel of time once ran over it like this. A drop of rain fell. For an instant, I saw my face in the rain, especially those eyes, the curious and naive light. You said how much you liked it. Raindrops fell trembling and splashed on the wet floor, and everything was like a dream.

Now, when I look at you, I also see a little new green outside the window.

It's sunny when it rains!

It's sunny and rainy.

It was a rainy day in Mao Mao, and the raindrops poked out from the cold clouds and fell lightly into the dust. They danced hand in hand, as excited as a group of children going on a spring outing.

Raindrops fell from the sky, like small silver beads, clanging down from the plate. What hits people softly washes away the heat, but it doesn't make people feel cold. They gently stroked the closed glass window, which was immediately covered with transparent "Parthenocissus tricuspidata". Through the pattern drawn by letters, they saw the young man in the room holding a pen and looking up at the gray sky outside the window, as if complaining that the chaotic children interrupted his thoughts.

Perhaps they saw the young people's locked brows, and they seemed to feel guilty and were preparing to leave angrily. It happened that a gust of wind blew them under a buttonwood tree on the roadside. After the car left, the leaves were covered with dust and a thick layer. "Hey-I haven't bathed for a long time", they seem to have found new fun. A large group of small raindrops fell from the air, as if they had made an appointment in advance, and began the dust washing work of buttonwood. Hundreds of raindrops fell from Ye Er to Ye Er, from Ye Er to Ye Er, and the huge buttonwood crown was finally washed out with new green. The buttonwood shook itself like a show, and the raindrops rolled down one after another.

Under the tree is a three-year-old boy, smiling and holding out a pink hand to welcome the elves from heaven. One drop, two drops ... He smiled when he watched the little water drop roll down his palm and slowly accumulate into a small depression. Friends on one side also stopped quarreling and joined the welcome. Raindrops gently stroked the child's face, slapped the child's chubby little hand, and blended with the children's laughter. A child wiped his face with rain and said foolishly, "It's innocent to rain!" " "

With such a cry, the raindrops in the sky fell, all the dust and turbidity were cleaned up, and spring came. Through the fresh air, the grass suddenly turned green and the wicker suddenly grew.

Finally, the rain stopped, and the sky was unusually clean and pure blue, which was beautiful.

The young man who was disturbed by the rain stuck his head out of the window, and a drop of rain slipped down the window lattice and landed on his nose. A hint of coolness inspired him at once. Rubbing his nose, he murmured, "It's sunny when it rains!" "

It's sunny and rainy.

Some people say that people who can see colorful rain will be happy all their lives.

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Open the yellowed pages and look at the past in the misty rain; Through the Millennium, look at those unchanging faces.

Red rain belongs to Rain Lee. Shigemitsu, when the Song Dynasty was overwhelming, Jinling was in jeopardy, and it was near dusk in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Listen to the autumn wind and rain last night. My heart must be filled with the pain of home and country, so you sang: "Things flow with the water, which is a dream." Shigemitsu, did you see the bright red in front of you when you drank that cup of poison? This is the color of blood.

Golden rain is Rong Ruo's yearning. Rong Ruo, listen, the rain at night is beating the bell under the eaves, like a sob, getting weaker and weaker. Seeing your wife's portrait, your heart finally hurts like a needle. Yes, "only regret the past"; Yes, a sad picture can't be described. You reminisced over and over again, gambling dissipated the love of splashing tea, and tears finally fell like rain.

The change of three rains is beautiful blue. Sadness, sadness, sadness, the second chaotic sadness in the rain. When I first read three changed words, I really suspected that in his heart, there was a child with a lonely smile, unruly eyes and naive arrogance. Do you still remember "Liu Sanbian wrote lyrics in sequence"? When misty rain comes quietly in late autumn, do you remember the disappointment when you wake up in the middle of the night?

Violent turquoise rain, blue as bamboo leaves, depicts clear joy. Zi Zhan, your eyes, beautiful flowers and your smile are carefree and detached. Zi Zhan, I heard you sing loudly: "Bamboo straw sandals are lighter than horses, who is afraid?" A misty rain is a lifetime. "You are not afraid of wind and rain, because your heart is full of sunshine, so warm and so bright.

The lilac rain belonging to Yi 'an has been dizzy with deep sadness. Yi 'an's life is an endless misty rain. There is no soul-stirring, only loneliness still fills my heart. Nomads from the invasion, her husband nomads from the war, the emperor abandoned the city and fled. In the stormy Song Dynasty, Yi 'an, your happiness is like fragile glass, which will be completely broken with a light blow. Listen-the mottled rain on the phoenix tree falls into my heart at dusk.

Walk through Qingshiban Street to see the south of the Yangtze River with white walls and tiles. Looking up, the spring rain fell silently, and the smell of water vapor began to diffuse.

I think I have found my happiness.

It's sunny and rainy.

The fairy's tears enrich the world bit by bit.

It's sunny and rainy. You see, the river in front of grandma's house is rippling around, spreading outward from the center, and a few cute little heads are out of the water, panting. I can't wait. Pulling my brother, I rushed into the rain. It doesn't rain much, it's soft, and it seems a little sweet. We rolled up trouser legs and sleeves and stood in the river. These fish are so boring that they swim out of the water. I jumped into the water and caught a fish. The tail of the fish flapped wildly, and the water splashed wildly, which made my eyes squint. "ah! Little guy! " My brother shouted at me, and I looked up, only to find that my brother jumped at me and I fought back. Both of them laughed so wet that they didn't know whether it was a splash or a sweet rain.

It's sunny and rainy. After a few weeks of rain, I don't feel tired at all-that's why my brother will pick me up at the school gate, and almost every time there will be an umbrella of different colors, which keeps me excited to guess what new tricks he will make. I ran happily in the rain, and my brother followed me with an umbrella. I stepped into the puddle on purpose to make the water splash, and he was speechless. On the same "sunny day", we looked at the glittering and translucent rain curtain and had a heated discussion. My brother said that rain is the tears left by crimson grass all his life, and I said that rain is the body transformed by mermaid ... a short journey, because rainy days left the most beautiful memories.

It's sunny and rainy. The lakes and mountains add a bit of ethereal feeling under the cover of rain. The nearby trees were washed away by the rain, just like his bright eyes, full of affection, gave me perseverance when I cried again and again, and smiled and said to me, "It's okay, everything will pass, be strong!" "Rain rustling, like his warm words. He patiently explained the topic to me under the light. Even though he has reached the sprint stage of the senior high school entrance examination, I always glance at him casually, and that expression has surfaced in front of my eyes ... a little girl slipped in and I stepped forward to help her. I still remember when I was a child, every time I fell, my brother would rush over and pull me up with warm hands, complaining, "What's the matter? Too careless. " While wiping the water on my body, I rushed forward impatiently, causing my brother to shout at the back: "Look out! Look at the water on the ground, don't slip! "It seems that everything about rain will have his shadow. I greedily suck the beauty in the rain, even though he is no longer around, I am still happy. Because the rain is full of our longing for rain and unspeakable feelings.

It's raining, it's fairy's tears, full of my nostalgia.

It's sunny and rainy.

See you again.

A person, so lonely, so lonely. Holding a goose yellow umbrella in the rain. Walking casually like that, as if everything around you was unimportant.

Inevitably, I remembered that dreary spring. Before that, I still hated rainy days.

Cicada sang dully, and there was a silent quarrel in the distance, and everything was sleepy.

That was a long time ago. Forgotten memories, neglected details, but I still haven't forgotten those silly flowers hanging from the canteen door.

In this way, without warning, it began to rain. Those winter jasmine flowers outside the window were badly beaten and shivering in the wind.

Then, in the window, there was a silent anxiety. People are beginning to feel at a loss. She left me impatiently and ran away. I'm alone again. I just rushed out a few steps with my tail between my legs when I felt a hand pulled.

Looking back, I saw a reddish nose, sharp corners of the mouth, sharp chin, delicate collarbone and a goose yellow umbrella in my hand.

School flower.

"Do you want to borrow an umbrella? I'll take you back. " The two dimples are obvious when you smile. Even, didn't give me time to refuse. Very insipid self-assertion, living in your own world for no reason.

Such a warm goose yellow, and two parallel figures, walked forward without fear in the rain. Behind him is a string of winter jasmine. The road we have traveled is no longer so Leng Yan. Reached out and touched the raindrops in the palm of your hand. The round and transparent water drops were not so cold.

"Nana ... you went home. I won't go in. "

Turn around and leave, leaving me no time to say "thank you". It's that self-assertion again.

Huang Ying was still so calm and gradually left me. I didn't forget to say goodbye at the street corner.

That smile is brilliant, just like a winter jasmine.

"Go home. Stop looking. I'm leaving. " Turn around gently.

"Well, what? I know. " There seems to be raindrops in my heart.

Looking out again, the winter jasmine has entered the sunset glow. It is integrated with Xia Guang.

I will see you almost every rainy day.

And whenever that winter jasmine is bathed in the sunset, it is always so happy that it laughs without permission.

Slowly, I began to like rainy days.

"It's sunny when it rains!" You must have a hangover.

It's sunny and rainy.

It's raining, I stood at the window, sighing:

"Rain brings life and vitality to everything"

spring

Rain, ringing the music of the New Year. Spring rain is always warm and continuous. It didn't fall in a hurry, but fell softly on my shoulder. I smiled slightly-nourishing everything, including me. The newly opened river needs its strength to flow, the frozen branches and leaves need its strength to revive, and the budding flowers need its strength to bloom. Although the spring rain is insignificant, it represents hope.

summer

The rain dispelled people's anxiety. In late spring and early summer, cicadas began to sing, which echoed all summer, making people feel bored. But rain is the best buffer in summer. At that time, I would go out, look up at the rain and listen to my grandmother's advice, just as he was mumbling and continue to appreciate it-even if it dripped into my mouth? It must be sweet and cold. When it took away a little summer heat, it also took away a little irritability from me. Although summer rain is not lasting, it can still bring coolness to people.

autumn

Rain broke the wanderer's hometown. In autumn, everything begins to wither. Leaves, after a short life journey, fall without attachments, waiting for the moment when the spring mud melts. At this time, I should be very sad, right? On the Double Ninth Festival, shouldn't wanderers in different places "miss their parents twice"? In autumn, everything is sad, and the rain at this time can only be comfort: comfort the dead leaves that have fallen into the mud and help them get a new life; Comfort the wanderers who are far away from home and feel the taste of home-will it rain like other places? But it is also possible. Although autumn rain is sad, it is a comfort.

winter

The rain added a chill to the air. Compared with the rain in spring, summer and autumn and the winter rain, it seems to be the most ruthless and heroic. In the already cold winter, "it's worse", but it doesn't get any benefits: it falls into the snow in a hurry, leaving no trace-so does my body, only snowflakes stay. Winter rain is the stupidest. In winter, people only care about snow. Winter rain is cruel, but it is stupid and heroic.

The rain in every season is beautiful and important to me.

"It's sunny when it rains."

It's sunny and rainy.

0: 58 pm. The weather is fine.

Dazzling sunshine, blue sky, such an ordinary day. I just sat in my chair leisurely, leaning back slightly, looking forward to the falling rain inexplicably. Squinting at everything outside the window, my heart went back to that sad but beautiful rainy day a long time ago. ...

It seems to be two years ago, it seems to be at 1: 58. Somehow, my eyes blurred. ...

"You, you, how can this be! I was careless! " I heard a familiar voice, and the torrential rain could not hide my anger. It is you! I let out a cry unexpectedly.

"Hum, me, me? It hurts my heart how you treat my birthday present like this! " Is this me? Then I understood-I went back to the unforgettable rainy day two years ago.

"That, that we ..." You bit your lower lip tightly, as if you were making up your mind. "Let's break up-"See you throw this sentence with tears in your eyes, dry your tears and turn and run away. "I" trembled, and my lips turned purple with cold. "Oh, ha, break up, and then ..." "I" took a deep breath. "I" turned silently and let the rain wet my cheeks. I can't tell whether this is tears or rain, but I feel a little salty.

I was a little disappointed to see the two girls leave each other. Take out the MP3 player in your pocket and plug in the headphones. Everything in the rain is silent and the sky is gloomy. Only the wind and rain laughed and laughed together, skimming over the new leaves and making a crackling sound. Here, I saw two girls' wet bodies and two broken hearts.

This damn rainy day.

I strolled into the classroom, humming the familiar melody of "Listen to this song quietly", which complemented the scenery outside the window. But watching the relentless raindrops frantically beating the fragile petals in the flower bed, my heart is like a stone, and I can't breathe. A few petals were knocked out, crying on the ground in pain, twisting the broken body, full of pain, unable to say it. Is that our incarnation? Maybe.

The rain gradually weakened.

Several times, you looked pale and secretly at me, but my eyes always met unexpectedly. Ironically, no one spoke. The rain rustled as if laughing at the girls' indecision.

This nasty rainy day.

The atmosphere is a little cold. You have stood for several times, but you are hesitant to sit down. "I'm really sorry." Or "I" spoke first. "No, no, it's my fault." You stand up quickly, your eyes are full of guilt. "You ..." We almost agreed, "Will you forgive me?" We all know the answer.

I gently turned off the Mp3 player and listened to the raindrops singing "La La" in my ear. I smiled-let's listen to this song quietly!

Yes, it's sunny when it rains.