We write a composition about rain

1. Write a composition about rain

It’s so nice to rain

The sigh of the sea

The tears of the sky

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I don’t know when I started to like rainy days.

It’s a nice rainy day! When it rains, the sky is gray, like an ink painting, one deep and another shallow, attracting countless reveries. The rain is like silver needles or silver threads scattered all over the sky and the earth. The nearby scenery seems to be covered with a layer of gauze, like a fairy's skirt draping the earth, while the distant scenery seems to be separated from it by a layer of heavenly curtains, looming, like beating elves full of spirituality. When the rain hits the window, it makes a crisp sound, just like a superb pianist playing a series of beautiful notes on the black and white keys, which makes people enjoy it.

It’s a nice rainy day! I always think that on rainy days, the sky is crying, venting the depression in my heart. At this time, I will play Beethoven's "Destiny", feel the ups and downs of the melody, and then stare blankly at the sky. I thought, just let it out, just let it out. Whenever this time is the climax of the tune of "Destiny". There is a firm belief in my heart - I, I must hold the throat of fate.

It’s a nice rainy day! When it rains, those poems about rain will come to mind. "The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not close." I think of the spring rain as precious as oil, and the spring breeze moisturizes things. "In the yellow plum season, it rains on every house, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds." I thought that I heard the wonderful chorus of frogs in the early summer, when it rains. "Tall buildings are as bright as dusk, and the sycamore leaves are fluttering with rain." I saw that at dusk in late autumn, the autumn rain fell slightly on the sycamore leaves like yellow butterflies. A sad and beautiful autumn scene spread out between heaven and earth.

It’s a nice rainy day! I look forward to it when it rains. What will it look like when it stops raining? Can you guess, guess whether there will be a colorful rainbow? Will long for, long for whether the leaves will be washed and shiny...

So good! Rainy day... 2. Write a composition about rain

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Article 1: Rain in June

The rain that had been held in for several months finally came down, and it was still so crisp, so amazing, and exciting.

Lying on the bed, listening to the long-lost explosion-like sound of rain and the muffled sound of thunder. I can't help but feel a little sad. Who is crying? Don’t those flowers that have just bloomed wither? The path leading to the flower bed has turned into mud. How can I go to my small flower bed to enjoy flowers in the next few days? I can’t make a cup of hot tea on my little stone bench and savor the world of flowers.

The rain in June is so random. The whole city has been looking forward to it for almost half a year, and it finally came. It came in such a hurry, not gentle or polite at all.

A gust of wind blows from the window. It is the wind in summer, the wind after the rain, and the wind carrying the fragrance of earth. After a few turns around the bed, he slipped away quietly, leaving nothing behind but beautiful memories in his mind.

Isn’t this the same in life? Some people came in a hurry, and when they left, they waved goodbye with a smile and said, "Please contact me again, I love you." But when they turned around, everything was gone, and not a single trace of warmth was left. Maybe there are only a few smiling faces left in the photo album. Even when I was walking alone on the street, trying to think about everything in the past, I realized that I no longer remembered what the other person looked like.

The rain gradually stopped, but the wind was still blowing, blowing towards the pillow and towards me in my sleep. The wind whispered gently in my ears, enjoying the coolness brought by the gusts of wind. This is the only way it will continue. The strong wind will lower the indoor temperature. Enjoying its caress, so light and soft. Just like around us, all kinds of people pass by from time to time, coming in and out. Some only say a word, like passing smoke; some make lifelong friends; some are like a beautiful butterfly, making us My life is filled with a brilliant color; some are only important for a moment, and then disappear, even if you want to look for them, you can't find them. But these friends make us happy and happy.

The rain in June is sometimes so fierce and sometimes so gentle, giving me different feelings. I love you, the ever-changing rain. The breeze was caressing, and the rain in June was pattering. . Chapter 2: A Night of Rain Rain is the milk of all things, which comes from the spirits of distant lakes. As the clouds drifted over the mountain peaks, across the streams, and across the deep valleys, they finally arrived at the city at night.

I came out of the house, closed the old wooden door, and stood in the small courtyard for a long, long time. Just like that, let the drizzle wash away the fatigue and sorrow of many days. It was weaving the earth like that, just like that, he was stroking the withered yellow leaves with his gentle hands.

It seems that I suddenly heard the sound of plants in the soil taking root and disconnecting. It was the sound of sleeping all winter, and it was the sound of new life.

There are already some crystal raindrops rolling, jumping, cheering and dancing on the dead grass leaves on the roadside. They come from far away. After traveling through thousands of rivers and mountains to get here, only they understand the excitement at this time, and only they can truly understand the sounds of nature.

When passing by a pond, my eyes couldn't help but look at the tree. No one knows how many years this tree has been here. I remember it was there when I was a child. As spring goes and autumn comes, he looks so old in each reincarnation. At this time, I look at the bare branches. I seemed to hear the sound of heartbeat. It is the heartbeat of life, maybe the greetings of drizzle.

I can't see anything else in the distance, only the things close by can still be seen. But the heart grows under the nourishment of drizzle. There is nothing, the stars have already been hidden in the clouds. I just feel the slightest coolness seeping from my face to my heart, so comfortable and refreshing... 3. Rain composition 300 words The teacher asked us to observe a heavy rain and let us write a composition. When it rains

"The weather is so sunny today, and the flowers are fragrant everywhere." Early in the morning, I hummed the song and went for a walk in Yuzhu Park. Wow, what a beautiful scene in the park! Pieces of emerald green grass, like the boundless sea, are dotted with colorful flowers; the blue sky is filled with a few white clouds, and the sun is smiling at the lively scenes on the earth, plus various All kinds of beautiful birds are really like a beautiful landscape painting; people come and go, some are running on the track, some are doing various physical exercises in the fitness area, some children are chasing each other on the grass, and some are People are catching butterflies. People are talking and laughing, preparing to welcome the arrival of a new day. The weather is really like a child's face. Not long ago, its face has changed. The sky was sunny just now, but now it looks like tea. The color is the same, Miss Yun's white cheeks are also painted black, and Father Sun, the coward, has disappeared without even a shadow. It's going to rain! I hurriedly hid under the pavilion. As soon as I walked in, I heard a loud "rumbling" sound, followed by heavy rain. Oh my God, this rain is like a flood. When will it stop! It’s all my fault. I didn’t check the weather forecast last night and didn’t know it was going to rain today. I wish I had brought an umbrella if I had known earlier. But there is no regret medicine in the world, so I had to wait slowly. However, many people brought umbrellas. , in the rain, the flower umbrellas are like blooming flowers. Under the umbrellas, people are walking eagerly, hoping to go home as soon as possible. As for me, I can only watch helplessly, and I have no choice. Who told me not to bring an umbrella? Woolen cloth? Yeah! As I hoped, the heavy rain stopped soon. The sky returned to its original state, and Miss Yun turned white again. When Father Sun saw that the rain had passed and the sky cleared, he slowly walked out with a red face. In addition, there were many things in the sky. A beautiful fairy: Rainbow. He put up a graceful posture in the sky, showing his beautiful figure to people. Listen, people praised it for its beauty! Although it has rained, the scenery is still beautiful, and the air is filled with the fragrance of earth, which makes people smell refreshing and comfortable; the grass and flowers have become more vivid after being washed by the rain. There are fields everywhere on the earth A vibrant scene.

4. Write a composition about rain of about 500 words.

Rain is like thousands of magic fingers, like millions of strings, producing ever-changing sounds.

Spring rain is soft , the summer rain is rough, the autumn rain is desolate, and the winter rain is chilling; the moods vary due to seasonal changes. However, the color of the rain is as beautiful and the sound of the rain is as pleasant.

In pictures, music and poetry, there are many descriptions of rain. A masterpiece. The lines, colors and music melody are ethereal and clear.

The light raindrops are like mist, white, kissing people's faces, feeling slightly itchy; and gently moistening Wearing clothes, the umbrella is like a sail, floating in the misty rain; it is also like a big wing, boundless in the southeast, northwest, and flying everywhere due to the wind.

The silent rain, Silence is better than sound; the lovely rain is really joyful. You don’t need to wear a raincoat and take a walk outdoors. The rain is like honey and wine, nourishing the soul.

——This dreamy rain, This strange rain is like a dream and makes people imagine.

I remember the spring rain of apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River. The leaves were beaten loudly. I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain, the heavy fog was deep, and the trees were rustling. The pines and cypresses holding up the sky were washed by the rain, and they looked particularly vigorous. I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, which made me cry like complaining, and the smoke from the thatched houses on both sides of the bank. It is gloomy and gloomy, like a stained pencil drawing.

A drizzling and breezy night is suitable for reading poetry and prose. A stormy night is suitable for horror novels. Otherwise, invite a few With close friends, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a bag of peanuts, and light a candle, and you will have a different kind of fun. Wind and rain are more suitable for cherishing others, and cherishing others often makes you sleepless; every sound of wind and rain is like leaving someone behind.

That summer, I sat with my friends in Chunqiu Pavilion. At that time, the water chestnuts were ripe, and on the lotus pond, villagers were busy picking them in small boats; there were white clouds in the sky and egrets on the water. They contrast each other beautifully. A sudden shower came, like thousands of horses galloping; half of the mountain suddenly disappeared, leaving only the dense rain, which densely hung bead curtains on the lotus pond. In the shower, the boats collecting water chestnuts still swayed calmly .The people on the boat don’t even wear raincoats.

There is not much rainfall in southern Taiwan. Especially in Kaohsiung, the sky is filled with dust; dust is thickly accumulated on the branches and leaves. After a shower, it becomes green and green. Renewed. After the rain, Shoushan looks down charmingly at the silent river of love; the silvery water waves are also dyed green by the green mountains.

On the river embankment, on the row of concrete pillars, on the row of street lamps The porcelain cover is like a white jade ball inlaid between the mountains and rivers, vaguely showing the scenery of the West Lake.

"In the spring rain, the eight feet of the building are shaking, when will I return to see the tide in Zhejiang?" 5. It's raining, teacher We were asked to write a lyrical composition about scenery. I can’t write it. Give me one like this

Rainy scene

In the morning, the sky was overcast and the air seemed to have solidified. Very boring!

Soon, a few small raindrops hit the glass, and it started to rain - fluttering silk threads fell vertically from the sky, like thousands of silver threads floating from the sky. Coming down, a row of raindrops fell from the eaves, like a bead curtain. The rain fell harder and harder, and suddenly it connected into strands, and our surroundings became a sea of ????silks, a world of threads. The rain fell on the leaves of various flowers and plants, condensing into crystal water drops, adding a bit of beauty to the flowers and plants. Suddenly, many colorful "little mushrooms" grew on the ground. They were people's umbrellas! The rain hit people's colorful umbrellas, and the raindrops squirmed slowly, leaving crooked footprints on the umbrellas, flowing down the steel wire, and dripping into the potholes on the roadside, "pop" There was a sound, water splashed, and ripples spread in circles. The rain fell on the leaves again, and round pearls appeared, lying quietly on the leaves. The wind came, changing the direction of the rain, tilting it, and the raindrops also swayed with the wind and fell down with the leaves. It came, but she seemed reluctant to leave, hanging on the top of the leaves, refusing to fall down.

The rain hit the roof violently and impacted the glass, playing an exciting movement. Like strands of silver hair, and like trembling strings of a kite, I looked up and looked into the hazy distance. The distant mountains and tall buildings... were all shrouded in dense rain curtains. It was quiet all around, and I could only hear the patter of rain.

The rain brings infinite vitality to the earth. It nourishes the earth and all things in the world in a unique way... How magical nature is! 6. The teacher asked us to write an essay. The title is "My Rainy Day". It is about 600 words. How to write it?

Please refer to this article for reference. If it doesn’t work, don’t say it again~~~~~·

It’s the rainy season again.

And when it rains, it’s a good time to think about things that have been boring in your heart for a long time.

I don’t know if I don’t like change too much or if I can’t accept myself like them. Sometimes I think that if I didn’t have the luck that Sister Lijun said and came to Guangshang, if I failed the college entrance examination, I would start working. If so, am I a happy person now? But reality doesn’t have so many ifs, and I’m not that “unlucky” either. Before I faced it, I encouraged myself to live every day with a smile no matter what. But when I faced it face to face, I realized that I was so weak, and it didn't even bother to notice my existence.

Then my uneasiness, dissatisfaction, low self-esteem, hesitation, and confusion all came to me at once. I have no way to deal with them. I can only be an ostrich with its head in the soil and tell myself over and over again that you can still continue to live a simple and happy life. After saying it for a long time, it becomes true!

Just pretending to be serious, at that time I really wanted to cry. The feeling of loss suddenly came to my eyes, and my vision began to blur. It was such a failure to feel so helpless. That day, I stayed in the dormitory by myself. Eating half-cooked instant noodles and staring at the table in boredom. Suddenly, really suddenly, the feeling of loss appeared. At that time, I thought nothing could be uglier than my current state! There are many such times these days. But every time I will not let those tears fall. I want to make myself strong enough that others can rely on me. I think this is my weakness. I am too insecure, so I would rather be miserable and tired to become someone who can be relied on rather than someone who relies on others!

At the beginning, I almost sent text messages to every good friend, telling me about the inferiority complex that gradually overflowed in my heart. But when they texted me back with concern, I said calmly, "It's okay. I'm so adaptable, so there must be no problem!" Then he started making fun of them heartlessly. Actually, it’s not really okay! But there are some things that no one can help with, not even your nearest and dearest. Telling them all about me just makes them worry about me. And making them happy has always been my wish!

I feel the sadness of failure and the injustice of being rejected. Start thinking about what kind of environment a university is like. People say it is a microcosm of society. Sometimes I think that evaluation is right, but sometimes I think it's not entirely true. There are more and more doubts in my heart, and I hope I will finally have an answer!

Since I am a person who easily believes lies, let me continue to believe them! If I can be happy in lies, I would rather continue to lie to myself and the people around me.

After the storm there will be a rainbow. I don’t look forward to seeing rainbows, I’m content as long as there’s sunshine.

The long rainy season is about to pass, when will my hazy rainy days end?

It should be soon. 7. Composition of 300 words about rain from far to near

Gradually, slowly, the rain fell heavier and heavier. "Dong-dong--" splashed countless water splashes, like a waterfall falling from the sky, violently The ground rushed towards the earth, no, it should be attacking the earth. After a long time, the rain stopped, and we arrived at our destination-Hengdian. Stepping into the door, what greeted our eyes was the outer house with blue bricks and black tiles. The portrait is like walking into a continuous scroll. This is based on Zhang Zeduan's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival". The mountain peaks in the distance are vague and shrouded in clouds and mist; the flowers, plants and trees nearby are also hazy and fairyland-like. The small pavilion also seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with us. The sound of cockcrow came from not far away, and it turned out that there was a cockfight. The two chickens were angry and majestic. They did not show weakness and kept flapping their wings, refusing to give in to each other. The winner was finally decided, but the other one still refused to admit defeat and tried to get back on the stage. We went to the film and television area again, and there were so many people sitting there. The lights flickered on and off, and suddenly the eyes lit up, and several people appeared from the sky. "Flying" out, they flipped and jumped, dexterously and freely, in various poses. It was a feast for the eyes and a feast for the eyes. After a while, two more stalks appeared. They were eager to try their skills and climbed to the top of the pole in a hurry. Jumping. The most eye-catching thing is the "romantic flying". The two people are wandering in the air, dancing gracefully and gracefully. Coupled with the falling snowflakes in the air, they look like flying fairies. It is refreshing and refreshing, as if you are immersed in the scene. There is a saying: "Once you step into a painting, it's like dreaming back thousands of years." Yes, this trip is like traveling across China for five thousand years. 8. "It's Raining", a fourth-grade composition, writes "before it rains", "when it rains" and "after it rains"

This morning, I got up and looked outside, and saw dark clouds outside. , from time to time there is a strong wind blowing the two phenomena of lightning and thunder in the sky one after another. After a while, ah! It's raining, and the sky seems to be hung with an extremely wide bead curtain. The summer rain is not as light or as pattering as the spring rain. It is so passionate and unrestrained. It comes quickly, and of course it goes quickly. Hey! The raindrops hit the roof, playing a beautiful melody, and splashing beautiful water splashes; hitting the grass, letting the grass suck the moisture of the rain to their heart's content; hitting the flowers, washing them The dirty mud on the flowers was wiped off the flowers. Water drops kept dripping from the eaves. At first, they were like broken beads, sliding down one by one, and then they connected into white ribbons and fell down all at once. It’s so changeable. ! Today's rain is relatively heavy. Usually, water accumulates in low places on the ground, forming a small puddle. The rain gradually lightens up, and the children are jumping as much as they want in the puddle! Jump! It’s so exciting to play! Of course I was no exception. My friends and I came to the pool and fiddled with each other. We were all very happy! This rain comes at a very good time, because it is because of this rain that the drought in our place has been alleviated, because some time ago, there was always no rain here, and many plants were dying of thirst and withered. Common people It was miserable. The rain stopped, the sky cleared up, and a rainbow appeared in the blue sky. The air became fresher, and there were a few raindrops on the lotus leaves. It was so static and beautiful.

9. Write a 500-word essay about rain, with the title of your own choice

Heart Rain

Rain began to fall outside the window, falling quietly in the quiet night.

Outside the window, will my little daisy be afraid? I just discovered last night that it has quietly opened its buds. Can it withstand the autumn cold?

It’s windy and rainy.

Teacher, when can you really pay attention to me? Although I am sitting in a small corner, I also hope to get your attention. I'm not smart, I hate studying, and my homework can't be completed with high quality and quantity, but I don't hate you... Can you lean down and listen to what's in my heart? Can you tell me With a smile on his face, he held my hand and told me "don't be afraid"? I can't write a composition with gorgeous vocabulary, I can't solve advanced math problems, and I can't please you. But, teacher, I need you...

The rain is still falling quietly, a rainbow, that dazzling halo in the sky, when will you appear?

The wind stopped and the rain stopped. I opened the window and I smiled. My little daisy is blooming. The wind and rain last night did not frighten it.

Rainbow. I didn't see a rainbow in the rainy sky, but there was a bright rainbow clearly hanging in my heart.

Ha! teacher. When the ice melts, it becomes water. I said no, it’s spring when the ice melts. In the world of Chinese language, when the ice melts, it is spring with thousands of flowers blooming and colorful flowers. You touched my head and whispered softly: During the exam, when the ice melts, it becomes water. "When the ice melts, it becomes spring" is a little secret between us.

Yes, when the rain passes through the sky, it is a rainbow, and when the ice melts, it is spring. 10. A 400-word composition describing rain for primary school students

1. If it were the tree, the rainwater would be the sweet source of the tree.

When we appreciate poetry, rain is worth pondering. The sweet rain brewed by the rain can be heard and seen.

There is rain in sadness, rain in joy, rain in gain, rain in loss, rain in warmth, rain in cold, rain in love, rain in hate, rain in love, rain in sorrow... … Throughout the year, day and night, the everlasting pattering and ticking create magical notes that awaken the vitality of nature, bestowing gifts on all things and lively in the world. At the beginning of early spring, the lovely light rain falls: "The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close." Such drizzle, which is light and dusty but does not wet clothes, gives birth to the color of grass, which is fine, moist and moist. Soft and smooth, it creates a beautiful poetic and picturesque feeling.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring will happen", good rain is good rain! When all things sprout and need her, she will float in and "sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently." The spring rain intended to moisturize things comes quietly at night when it does not hinder people's work. This is what makes people happy. The character of spring rain; after dusk, the grass and trees are growing day by day, walking along the green water and green mountains, the clouds suddenly rise, the tail of the dragonfly is low, the summer rain brings the eye-catching "the wind turns the lotus leaf cup and pours the dew, the rain washes the pomegranate color" "More red." From a distance, you can see the village girl picking water chestnuts to make an umbrella, the drunken shepherd boy holding the pine tree, and laughing and looking at the Changhong lying beside the stream. It is still an ink painting of a farmer playing in the rain, which makes people linger endlessly; "Autumn rain shakes the dust, The new coolness clears away the heat, and the clouds are beginning to clear up." Autumn rains bring new coolness, and the flowers become thinner and the leaves turn yellow while sighing. The winter rains are not reserved. "How many springs and autumns in life can you keep a winter, how can you stop the charming east wind, A few rhododendrons of red are embellished in the rain."... When rain enters poetry, it becomes spiritual. The continuous rain is like sitting in meditation talking to oneself, listening to the sound of rain, like singing or crying.

The rain understands people's wishes and unifies their customs: "The young man listens to the rain song upstairs, and the red candles dim the tent. The mature man listens to the rain in the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are calling the west wind.

Now, listening to the rain at the monk's house, there are stars on the temples. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, one step at a time, dripping until dawn." These strands of rain tell so many feelings about life; "Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was blowing, and I couldn't sleep. Remaining wine.

Looking at the people behind the curtain, the crabapples are still there. Do you know? They should be green, fat, red and thin. The rain in the wind and rain can also express the momentary throbbing of the heart; "The spring water is blue in the sky, and the painted boats listen to the rain and sleep." Can the sound of rain make you ignore the endless disputes in the world? When rain enters poetry, there is emotion.

"In the drizzle, fishes come out, and in the breeze, swallows slant." The drizzle at that time was pleasant and gentle; "The cold rain came into Wu across the river at night, and I saw off my guests in Chushan in the bright morning." The sadness of the cold rain at this moment was low; "The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling." This rain is leisurely and leisurely. Have you ever experienced the rain state described in various poems? 2 With a few tiring sounds, summer left with a bang, but I didn't expect that autumn would fall from the raindrops - even though the raindrops were lingering and gentle. I thought that the breeze would bring autumn to me, so I could walk in the wind and kiss autumn, but a rain extinguished the flame of hope in my heart.

The rainy season in autumn is depression and loneliness, just like my rainy season, it comes unexpectedly. There is no more poetry in the life of the third grade of junior high school, and the sky of the third grade of junior high school is only low.

The fantasy of the flower season was all wiped out by the third grade of junior high school. So I fell in love with the maturity of autumn and the passion of rain.

In the evening, the rain fell in front of the window again. The dark room and humid air suffocated me.

The sky cannot tolerate rain, so it comes to the earth and becomes an angel in the world. However, it makes me confused... I opened the curtains and wanted to see the misty scenery, but the rain blocked it. My sight, so I can't see the distance. The tears that were about to come out poured out at this moment.

Just like the rain outside the window, I don’t know when it will end. The curtain of darkness descends, its black claws covering the earth.

The rain outside the window is still falling, and it is a dissonant song. The sky was like black silk, and it was horribly hazy. It seemed like I was the only one left in the vast world. Fear, loneliness, and confusion were spreading in the air.

Is the rain crying for me? If so, it will be a black elegy... I opened my childhood diary and slowly touched the marks on the paper with my hands. The past events that were originally full of childlike interest made me sad at this time. Those lost memories , like rain, like water, like smoke, like a dream, gone forever. I don’t know when the seeds of loss have been buried deep in my heart. After being watered by the rain, melancholy has broken out of joints, and confusion has grown crazily.

... When I woke up, the rain had stopped, the autumn sun was smiling on the horizon, and the sparrows outside the window were also cheering for the refreshing feeling after the rain. Everything is wonderful.

Including my mood. Suddenly I realized that it was the rain that gave birth to the rainbow, and it was the rain that gave birth to new life.

The rainy season in autumn, my rainy season, is just a prologue, or in other words, an interlude. Thanks to the rain, it gave me a spiritual baptism.

From now on, I will no longer hesitate or hesitate... 3 Gentle Rain Autumn in Jiangnan feels the same as summer - green trees and red flowers. There isn't much rain in autumn, and even if it does, it only rains in time and doesn't last long.

Maybe I like rain too much. I always want to see rain in autumn. This day is finally what I've been waiting for.

The clouds in the sky were very impatient. They all gathered together and covered the entire sky. The sky started to get dark and gloomy, which made people's mood suddenly drop to the lowest level.

Then, bunches of rain fell from the sky, falling on the pond, the ancient road, and the roof. The rain jumped playfully on people's heads, and people on the road had to use books or other objects to block the sudden rain.

They must be thinking: This rain is so naughty! No matter how much rain there is, they are still wanton and wanton. Rain falls on a special kind of house in Jiangnan - this kind of house has a triangular roof, which allows rainwater to flow downward smoothly.

Sure enough, the raindrops slid down smoothly, making a loud and clear "pop" sound. There is also a landscape under the eaves.

The rain flowed down smoothly, forming a rain curtain. It's like the Water Curtain Cave in Huaguo Mountain, but it's not as turbulent. The rain curtain is gentle; the rain washes down the leaves, like a painting full of stars, but it's not limited to one frame like it. The rain curtain is gentle. Changing; the falling sound makes the rain sound like a musical fountain, but it has no loud sound, it only has a leisurely sound... The rain continued to fall, and I went upstairs. I was shocked, and the whole city was filled with the sound of rain. The smoke is like being in a peach blossom garden! There is smoke in the alley, which is hazy and blinding; there is smoke on the roof, which is misty and lingering.