Suddenly, the raindrops came, like a spring breeze gently brushing the cheeks, and the softness and delicacy made people feel refreshed. It crept into the night, silently moistening the earth. The drizzle is like silk, densely woven into a beautiful picture. The world in the rain seems to be covered with a layer of mist, looming. The distant mountains become hazy in the rain, and the trees in the near distance stand tall in the rain, their leaves brighter green, and their flowers more delicate.
The rain is gentle, gently beating against the windows, emitting a melodious melody like a heavenly sound, as if telling one story after another. It gently washes away the dust of the world, and also deeply washes away the fatigue and anxiety in people's hearts, bringing us a piece of tranquility and purity. The air is filled with a fresh scent, like a gift from nature, which makes people feel extremely comfortable and peaceful.
On nights like these, people come out of their homes to feel the rain. Some strolled through the streets and alleys with umbrellas, some stood under the eaves and listened to the rain, and some ran wildly in the rain to release their inner depression. Rain seems to have a magical power that makes people forget their troubles.
At this moment, everything seems to dance with the rain, the flowers dance in the rain, the grass holds its head high, and the trees stretch out in the rain. The rain caresses the earth, like a mother's fingers gently rocking the cradle, humming a gentle lullaby, and coaxing all things to sleep peacefully.
On this quiet night, the sound of rain seems to become a language, telling the wonders and mysteries of nature. It not only nourishes the earth, but also the hearts of the people. On such nights, people live in harmony with nature, and their souls are purified and sublimated.
This rain makes people's hearts surge with indescribable joy, it seems to whisper the mystery of life, gently telling us: a beautiful life always blooms with brilliant brilliance inadvertently. This rain, like a spirit that knows the season, descends precisely and awakens the sleeping earth.
As soon as I put away my book, I moved out of the balcony area. The raindrops fell immediately, as if the starlight, the moonlight, and the plum fragrance in the wind were just a short past, and instantly disappeared. Even when the taste of the last sip of black tea was still echoing in my mouth, it was as if I had foreseen the rain coming.
At this moment, I lie quietly by the window, listening to the melody of the rain and feeling the warmth of the evening breeze on my cheeks. This rain is like a messenger, delivering the message of spring, but it leaves in a hurry, as if looking for the next corner that needs warmth. The air after the rain is fresh and moist, like the song of nature.
And on that night, the breeze was blowing, and the curtains danced with it, as if whispering a heartwarming story. The rain and the wind, together weave a dreamlike picture, making it feel like being in a dream, unwilling to wake up. The breeze, the curtains, the rain and the dreams are intertwined into a beautiful picture that leaves a lasting impression.
The lake of my heart is gently rippling, rippling on top of each other, like a spring breeze, tender and warm. My heart beats like a bud in early spring, full of vitality and vitality in the moisture of the morning dew. This feeling, so delicate, so wonderful, as if spring has quietly bloomed in the bottom of my heart.
I have chased the sunset and the morning glow like a moth to a fire, but I have not noticed that the night that I have forgotten also hides a different kind of poetry. Now, I look forward to an early summer night, waiting for it to unveil the mystery for me. At that time, the night seemed to be lit up by countless stars, dressed in a layer of dazzling neon clothes for summer, like an elegant dancer, dancing in the endless night sky.