Excerpts from beautiful sentences describing winter rain

Excerpts from beautiful sentences describing winter rain

Winter rain, falling from the sky, mixed with ice drops like snow but not snow, hurts like a knife cut on the face. The following are excerpts from my beautiful sentences describing winter rain. Welcome to reading.

1. In the early winter morning, the sky is gray, and the cold and dense Sha Qi hangs over 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.

2. Winter Rain is an elegant poem and a lingering song. Come naturally, take your time, take your time. Go quietly, go freely. 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 passion 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; When you open the doors and windows, it's still dribs and drabs.

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.

The rain is still falling, which 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.

The rain in winter is even 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.

6. The winter wind is blowing and the chill is very strong. The leaves left on the tree are its prey, and one leaf after another falls under its claws; The winter wind is urgent, and the fox and rabbit are 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 knives, winter faces become real.

7. Winter rain, although there has never been a beautiful compliment that spring rain is as expensive as oil, but there is no complaint, silently telling people, predicting: my disappearance, white snowy days are just around the corner.

8. It didn't rain heavily. Playing on the clean stone steps has lost a lot of music. Raindrop seems a little shy, like a bride who doesn't want to lift the veil, and like a wanderer who is about to end the world. The rain is dense, but there is no rain curtain like summer rain. The rain in winter seems a little heavy, not quite like the bright and clear style of rain. Maybe winter rain is like this. There is no need to vent. Come when you should, and leave when you should. Everything is natural and never artificial.

9. A winter rain came before dawn. Because I am busy, I ignore the cold today, only remember the figure of the winter rain beating against the window, only remember the helplessness of the winter rain blurring my sight, but I have no intention to feel the lightness and sway of the winter rain, and I don't care about the freshness of the winter rain wetting the air and purifying the dust.

10. At night, the leaves rustle in the wind outside the window, as if winter rain were coming. The first footsteps told me the news. Through the curtains, I saw the lonely branches shaking, and the shadow of rain had fallen on my window. I know I will meet them at dawn.

1 1. I want to walk alone in this rain and let the rain wet my hair, my face, my clothes and my heart. This evening is very enjoyable. Indeed, it should snow in the north this season, and there is little winter rain. This reminds me of my hometown, a small town in the south. There is plenty of rain all year round and the air is always wet. The rainy weather in winter is even more uncomfortable and boring. In the northern plateau climate, rain has become a gift from heaven. It is a great enjoyment to walk alone in this silent rainy night and feel the caress of tassel-like rain!

12. I don't understand the feeling of winter rain, just as I don't understand my own feeling. The winter rain in the sky lingers on the window sash, ticking like crazy Sanskrit, like a myth like smoke, telling where I came from, and beating my helplessness when I landed. At this moment, I want to talk to you.

13. All the willows and poplars have withered the last leaf, and they can no longer bear the warmth of winter rain. Wicker is a little stiff, watching the rain fall gently from my side helplessly. The weeds on the roadside have withered and lost their temper, and it is useless to moisten them with winter rain.

14. Listening to the rain outside the window, the ticking notes floated into the ear socket, and my body and mind began to be happy. Listening to the winter rain is like accepting the enlightenment of a saint and feeling the tenderness of a confidante. In the winter night, all is silent, and the footsteps of winter rain accompany me to knock on the keyboard. I really want to wash my brain and clean up the lead in the first winter rain this winter.

15. When I see the winter rain, I will tell myself that this is the South China; When I see snowflakes, I will also tell myself that this must be the northland. In different feelings, I realized some similarities, and in the same, I found differences. Life is alive, and different life makes people think deeply.

16. I like this kind of night rain very much, especially lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, or the rain hitting the banana, bit by bit, the empty footsteps drop into the light; Then I think of the ups and downs of the world, the constant cutting, and the chaotic thoughts rolled up, so? This time, what a sad sentence? . However, it is hard to find such an ancient meaning now, so I have to hold a book and listen to some soft music in such a crisp tinkling sound; Then I fell into the illusion of time and space, distracted, blindfolded and fell into a deep sleep; In the dream, another misty rain swept across my face, or the Iraqis poured a gourd ladle of water on my face coolly, and a secular impetuous spirit dissolved in the dream smile.

17. 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.

18. The reality of light rain and the lingering of light rain woke me up from my dream. 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 narcissism. Passing through the misty time and space, it seems that my thoughts are flying and lingering, and I am dragged to the distance by the winter rain.

19. There is no daytime noise in the ears, no daytime troubles in the eyes, the whole world is completely quiet, and there are no distractions in the mind. I just want to keep going like this. On this rainy night, on this rainy night in the northern winter, a person walks silently. The road of life, how long can you walk and how long can you walk?

20. Is Winter Rain the Messenger of Snow? Conveying the information of winter snow, such a light figure is very graceful when snowflakes are flying, but it is more proud and silent than snowflakes, while winter rain is not, unlike the fluttering of snowflakes, but more real and persistent than snowflakes, just like a passionate girl who is chasing her beloved prince without shyness, simple and simple, pure and sincere.

2 1. In winter, the rain is not suppressed by fog. Looking out of the window, the outside is transparent and you can't see the rain falling. You can only feel it when you are caught in the wind and pounce on your face. The weather is very cold and comfortable.

22. The winter rain is biting, not passing by, but leaving tenderness. The boring environment dries up people's hearts and will give her an impression that goes deep into the bone marrow to wake him up. Spring is coming soon, and we need fresh life to prepare gifts for a beautiful spring. Take advantage of this rain, let yourself live and cheer up again.

23. Go home in a hurry, choke on a few glasses of wine, wash up and sit in front of the square screen. Because of the tranquility, the footsteps of winter rain pass through the window and enter the curtain, which makes a long melody in my ear. I like the winter rain, relaxed, like a very cultured wise man, falling calmly, like a fairy, moistening wet tiles, and collecting water drops into a canal, trickling down like silk.

24. Autumn rain is cold, and winter rain is cold. This year is not as cold as last year. Although more than ten days have passed in winter, it is still not particularly cold. It's ridiculous to think about the impetuousness last winter. It is a bit cold, but it has never been as cold as some people say. It is cheaper than the manufacturers selling down jackets, and the price is ridiculously high.

25. Winter rain, falling from the sky, is mixed with ice drops like snow but not snow, which hurts like a knife cut on the face. It's just that this winter rain scares you and chills you.

26.？ Raindrops? In the sound, 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. Rainy nights, especially rainy nights in winter, a quiet heart flies far away, for love, for missing, for hope.

27. 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.

28. If it is spring and summer, walking in that rainy 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.

29. 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 green 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.

30. 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 winter rain with a favorite poem, but I was surprised to find that almost all the poems about rain I remember and know were written by spring rain, summer rain or autumn rain, while lonely winter rain was rarely described by poets. Only Lu. Can you remember? Lying in the dead of night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream? These two sentences are 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, and Mai's songs are my favorite? Come to Taipei to watch the rain in winter, don't cry in a foreign land? Come to Taipei to watch the rain in winter.

3 1. I woke up in the morning and found it rained in winter. Sandy. Sandy. It is underground, sometimes 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.

32. Rain is sacred to 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, is 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.

33. The rain is dancing in winter, the cold wind is dancing, and the cold wind and cold rain at night are shaking and young. 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, 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 cried when he saw them. He 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"?

34. I never care when winter comes, but the solar terms are always concerned by my hardworking parents as farmers. Because I was born in the countryside, my parents began to teach me when I was learning English? Is it raining in beginning of spring? I was asked to remember that rural people must know how to do farm work. But I seldom do farm work now, so my first impression of winter is the winter wind.

I don't know when it began to rain outside the window. It was a spring rain that woke everything up. It is too small. If you don't pay attention, you won't find the rain falling slowly and obliquely. The breeze in the rain has a slight smell of earth and grass. Yes, this rain has brought spring.

36. The spring rain came to the grass. Like a painter, the spring rain dyed clumps of grass green, painted a tree green and the flowers turned red. The grass is thriving, but the spring rain seems to be unfinished, and it turns into a designer, setting crystal pearls on those budding flowers. Flowers are swaying in the spring breeze, just like a girl's light singing and dancing.

37. Small raindrops are beating on the ground. Isn't there an echo of the impact of the mind? However, empty accounts can't bring 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! The theories of the old farmer and the shepherd boy come and go.

38. When the morning light and drizzle return to the earth, people are lonely to escape. They turned around on the familiar roadside and realized that the passerby behind them was you. For example, I don't know how to prepare a drama for each other, a string of condolences and some compliments, so I met. The night I said I was leaving, like this day, I always wanted to escape from a certain past on a rainy day, but the rain only prompted me to meet you like this. I always want to miss the past in rainy days and see you again after crying goodbye.

39. I like the faint sadness in rainy days. Only in this way can my mood be completely relaxed, just like the sober face on the radiator, the hard body becomes soft bit by bit, and the hidden desires ferment bit by bit. Eyes weakly penetrate any obstacle in front of you, are scattered into thousands of light particles, and see everything you want to see.

40. Winter rain is merciless. The rain quickly wet the earth, and the water in the depression blew bubbles, as if the earth were crying. The buttonwood tree on the roadside looks so helpless. The howling north wind, with rain, slaps the few remaining yellow leaves, withered grass and unadjusted flowers with crystal tears, as if telling the misfortune of fate.

4 1. The raindrops rolled down the grass stems, one dropped into the soil, and the other dropped into the grass mouth, and they could not be found.

42. The rain is getting heavier and heavier. I looked at the window eaves. Where is the disconnection? Pearl? I couldn't help but open the window, and the spring breeze came on my face, which suddenly made people feel refreshed. A few drops of rain fell on my cheeks, cool and comfortable, bringing a fresh earthy smell, and I was instantly intoxicated by this natural wine.

43. The heavy rain rolled like a huge waterfall.

44. You don't have to be in close contact with Xiaoyu to appreciate it. On rainy days, I also like to sit by the window and feel another kind of beauty brought by the rain outside the window. Light rain dripped down the glass window, drawing a string of strange symbols. Did you write this? My light rain. I stared at the glass window, trying to translate Xiaoyu's words written on the glass. Oh, I see. Xiaoyu is explaining in her most beautiful language? Once in life, once in beauty? The truth. Oh, this deep light rain!

45. 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. Huanggang, Yu Wang, is a roof tile, as broken as a rafter. It is said that living on the 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 effect of * * * is particularly good whether playing drums, singing poems, playing chess or breaking 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.

46. Rain gives people a good feeling. No rain, no rhyme, just one song? Rain? Words make people think endlessly. Write one? Rain? Words, dribs and drabs, gushing, dripping, all love and rain, that's all; When you open the dictionary and enter the rain department, the weather changes in China are revealed: hail, rain and snow change at will, smog and first frost are surging, and terrible lightning and thunder are really full of weather.

47. On rainy days, wet ribbons float. The street lamp reflecting the dim light shines slightly, and the backlight is like a mirror covered with black gauze, dark and black. Occasionally, the car lights up and the lights flash. If listening to the rain is a pleasure for hearing, it is a deep comfort for vision.

48. On rainy days, the tiles on the roof are covered with wet streamers, which are gray and gentle, with dim sunlight 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. ? Is it raining? Gentle grey beauty came, and her cold hands brushed countless black keys grey keys on the roof, turning noon into dusk.

49. The rain is still falling gently, and the whole sight is hazy. If there is a mountain, it should be empty in the rain; If there is water, it should be psychedelic. If someone, especially a couple, is romantic in the rain. It's a pity that this is not the south of the Yangtze River, and there are no exquisite landscapes, so we can't appreciate the paintings of the Song Dynasty? Is it strange that the mountains are empty and rainy? Charm, just by daydreaming, feel the poetry between black and white ink painting a little.

50. Listen to the rain in the old house, listen to the intermittent autumn rain in the spring rain, and listen to the cold rain from teenagers to middle age. Rain is a monotonous and lasting music, whether it is indoor music or outdoor music. Listen to indoor and outdoor, cold and cold, music. Rain is a music of memory. Listening to the cold rain, I remember that it rains everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River, and the bridge is on the boat, and so is Sichuan, the frog pond in the paddy field. Under the fertile Jialing River, the wet cuckoo crows, and the rain licks the cold rain on the eager lips under the moist music of the tide.

5 1. The rain this time is particularly mild. Although it was summer rain, it didn't bring any thunder and wind, but it was more torrential and majestic. Listen carefully, just like an ethereal woman from Jiangnan. She tapped on the city, or landed on the green branches, or hit the blue tiles, dripping bit by bit, like a phantom, like a silkworm fed as a child, and like the hypnotic voice of her mother in the cradle as a child.

52. As long as it is not raining cats and dogs and the wind is blowing, holding an umbrella in the rain will not lose its classical charm. I can't help but go out with my umbrella and let the raindrops hit the gorgeous umbrella surface. As long as the handle is turned gently, the water droplets will float and rotate along the edge of the umbrella. Turned into a circle of cornices. I couldn't help laughing, the rain flower kept falling after repeated rotations, and there was no scenery.

Some people say that rainy days are sad, but it varies from person to person. I was deeply moved at school. What a different atmosphere it was. Students proudly walked into the classroom with wet umbrellas, paying no attention to their wet trouser legs and bodies; Some don't even bring umbrellas, and stretch out their hands in front of the corridor outside the classroom window to pick up the rain; Because of the rain, the PE teacher asked the students to play in the stormy playground, but there were still many people running around the playground in the rain.

I listen to the rain, not to feel its impermanence, nor for its ease? Indus is even more raining, at dusk, dribs and drabs? This kind of melancholy, more is not the kind of Lu Fangweng? The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. ? The feeling of anxiety. Just a kind of pure leisure, soaking in fragrant teas, sitting quietly by the window, looking for something familiar since childhood? But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken? Artistic conception.

55. Listen to the cold rain. Look at that cold rain. Smell it, cold rain, lick it, cold rain. Rain falls on his umbrella, raincoats on the umbrellas of millions of people in this city, and antennas on houses. It's raining on the ship in the breakwater channel of Keelung Port, and it's raining this season. Rain is a woman and should be the most emotional. Rain is empty and psychedelic. Smell it carefully Fresh and refreshing, with a little mint flavor. When it is thick, it gives off a faint smell of earth behind the grass trees. Maybe it smells like earthworms and snails. After all, it was a shock. Maybe the life on the ground and underground, maybe the memories of ancient China are all silly crawling, maybe the subconscious and dreams of plants are tense and fishy.

56. Thunderstorm is still playing outside the window, changing direction from time to time and hitting the window in front of us violently. The wind and rain are also mixed with leaves blown from nowhere, which are slammed on the glass window by the strong wind, knocked down by crazy raindrops, or swept away by the strong wind.

57. I remember the apricot blossom spring rain in Jiangnan. Raindrops hit the awning, and there was also the fragrance of pear flowers in the rain. I remember the summer rain in the West Lake, full of vitality, and the lotus leaves all over the lake were knocked to the ground. I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain. The fog was locked and all the trees rustled. The pines and cypresses that hold up the sky are washed away by the rain, which makes them look particularly vigorous. I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, like crying, and the smoke from huts on both sides of the river was gloomy, like a colored pencil drawing.

58. I haven't seen the rain by the window for a long time. I like watching the rain and watching it float leisurely. At this time, outside the window, raindrops poured like waterfalls, as if to vent the depression of summer. The rumbling thunder was accompanied by the whistling wind, and the tall and stout willows swayed wildly like fans. In the hazy rainy night, they dance like big hands, which makes people feel scared. There are no pedestrians on the road in the distance, and the taxis that usually stop at the roadside and wait for passengers are gone. Grass and small trees were severely whipped by the strong wind, like a violent father desperately beating an ignorant child.

59. The stronger the wind, the more urgent the rain. Lightning flashed through the night sky one after another, thunder rumbled in my ears and the earth shook. The sound of falling rain came to my ears, and the sound of rain became a line between heaven and earth. The rain poured down under the eaves, light and simple, and the square downstairs was covered with rain. As the storm blew down with the strong wind, the whole world shook and the sight began to blur everywhere. I have never experienced such a violent rain, as if God had punished all living things in the world and given the earth a baptism.

60. The wind is roaring, lightning is thundering, and the rain seems to roar with a force. Looking out of the window, in the gale, the rain arrow completely lost its sense of direction and flew around. Even if the doors and windows are closed, you can still clearly hear the rain outside as dense as when firecrackers explode. You can't see anything before you except the roaring rain. A few meters away, it was white, and the lightning seemed brighter at this time, illuminating the whole world in an instant.

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