A 400-word diary about the weather in spring

It is raining outside the window. But Miss Chun came to the world with a mysterious veil and elegant steps.

The drizzle is the footprint of the spring girl, which looks like a silver-gray curtain from a distance; Spring rain is like smoke and fog, hazy, like a huge bead curtain floating in the air; The drizzle is a dime a dozen, nourishing the earth and everything; Spring rain is like a delicate embroidery needle, which falls and hits the bad guys, washing away all the evils in the world.

Continuous spring rain falls on the beautiful and lovely wild rose. As if a drop of crystal dew moistened them. A breeze blew, making them sway proudly in the late spring breeze, looking so carefree and beautiful. But they are gorgeous but not vulgar, beautiful but not demon, but so refined, fresh and natural.

When the continuous spring rain is revealed to the rolling mountains and fertile farmland, it moistens golden rape flowers and unknown wild flowers and weeds. They immediately burst into charming and shy smiles, and "rustling" laughter rippled in the humid air. In the cool breeze, rape blossoms sway and shake out golden microwaves; Wildflowers and weeds shook their heads, tails and bodies, curiously and excitedly admiring the gorgeous beauty of the earth moistened by rain and dew.

The misty spring rain makes the earth look brand-new from the heart to the instruments, such as being reborn. It's really spring rain that is as expensive as oil!