In the passing years, this silent artist uses her endless brushstrokes to paint a brilliant and colorful picture.
She may be a gentle maiden, walking gently in the fields in the early morning, the slight spring breeze is her shy smile, and the faint scent of grass in the air is the fresh body fragrance emanating from her body.
Or, she is an enthusiastic dancer, dancing passionately in the twilight sky, the brilliant glow of the sun is her dancing skirt, and the rolling blue mountains are her graceful posture.
And when she walked to the street, the unexpected spring rain was her tears, every drop of rain was the crystal miss in her heart, gently falling on your palm, that was her gentle touch to you.
The passing years, so beautiful, so changeable, she makes us feel the infinite possibilities of life in her unique way.
Last night, it rained, and God willed Su Qunwu.
What is the most prophetic, the void court grass fights out. Tang: The rain in Meng Jiao's "After the Spring Rain" is like a dream, like an angel sprinkled with rain, bringing vitality to the earth. The night is low, the drizzle is like silk, gently sprinkled, as if telling the prelude to spring, and everything quietly wakes up in this drizzle. Who, then, is the messenger of spring, and who is the first messenger to announce the change of seasons? It's the little grass in the courtyard, silent, but tenacious. They scrambled to poke out their emerald green little heads, as if to announce to the world: Spring is really here! The Southern Song Dynasty poet Zhang Yan once wrote in "Spring Occasionally": "There is less frost in the evening of the New Year, and the grass and trees in the world know when spring arrives." "The spring rain is picturesque, it gently caresses the earth, and the earth embraces it affectionately. Under the moisture of this spring rain, the grass breaks through the soil, they are the forerunners of nature, the messengers of spring, and the prelude to spring for us. Subsequently, you will see "three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo", the pink peach blossoms are more delicate and moving under the moisture of the spring rain; You will see "thousands of flowers pressing down on the branches", the scene of flowers, as if it is a beautiful picture drawn by nature for us. Under the moisture of this spring rain, the earth is full of vitality, sending us a spring full of purple and red flowers. 
Patches of red plums fall, slender green grass.
The rain came at night for no reason, and it hindered the way to travel. Song: The spring rain in Lu You's "Spring Rain" is really an unprovoked disturbance. The petals of the red plum are like dancing fairies, falling lightly; The sprouts of the grass are like shy maidens, poking their heads out shyly. And last night, this sudden spring rain, like an unwelcome guest, came unexpectedly, disrupting the original tranquility. The spring rain in the north is as precious as oil, and every drop moistens the earth like nectar. In the south, however, the spring rain seems to have become generous and continuous, like a poet who pours out his heart, telling his story endlessly. At this moment, the spring rain is no longer the beautiful scenery in the poem, it makes people feel troubled, as if it has become a long poem that attracts people's feelings. This rain is really like a wayward child, sometimes well-behaved, sometimes naughty. Sometimes it flicks the red plum and dances with it; Sometimes he plays with the grass and plays with it. However, when it goes on and on, endlessly, it is tiresome to the heart, as if haunted by a lengthy psalm. I really hope that it can be more interesting, know how to stop at the right time, so that the earth and people can enjoy that peace and harmony. 
The sun and the east wind rest, and the windows are quiet. The spring rain came, and the room was slightly cold. From time to time, there is the sound of perched birds, and they are vigilant. Qing: Yao Nai's "Spring Rain" This is a spring rain that cleanses the soul. Yao Nai, the bright star of Qing Dynasty prose, side by side with Fang Bao and Liu Dazhu, is known as the "Three Ancestors of the Tongcheng School", and his hometown of Tongcheng, Anhui Province, seems to be more brilliant because of him. As the sun set and the east wind gradually subsided, I gently closed the scroll in my hand, and it was quiet both indoors and outdoors. At this moment, the world seems to stand still, and only I maintain a subtle connection with the world in the book. Suddenly, the spring rain quietly arrived, picturesque, adding a touch of coolness to the quiet evening. In the wind and rain, the occasional chirping of birds is crisp and melodious, as if telling ancient legends, and it seems to remind me to be humble and humble, just like the earth accepts the spring rain. The atmosphere of the whole poem is quiet and cold, the poet is immersed in the world of the book, and when he closes the book, his thoughts float up. Perhaps, he is still reminiscing about the fragrance of books and feeling the power of words; Perhaps, he thought of the confusion and confusion in real life from books. And the slight chill brought by this sudden spring rain made his mind more sober, and his thoughts were like springs, flying in this fluttering spring rain. This rain is not only an ordinary spring rain, but also a baptism of the soul. It allows the poet to step out of the world of books, return to reality, and re-examine his inner world. Perhaps, it was this rain that allowed the poet to find the destination of his soul and the strength to move forward. 
The wind and rain send people, and the wind and rain keep people to live. Hastily parted from the cups and plates, and the wind and rain urged people to go. The tears have never sunny, and the eyebrows are still sad. Tomorrow lovesick Mo upstairs, upstairs wind and rain. Song: You Cigong's "Fortune Operator: Wind and Rain Sending People" has a long spring rain, and it seems that the lovesickness is endless. This rain is not only a send-off of parting, but also a retainer of reunion. At the feast, we hurriedly said goodbye, and the spring rain tapped outside the window, as if urging the steps of leaving. Tears are like beads of broken threads sliding down, and the sorrow between the eyebrows is scattered and gathered, like the bits and pieces of this spring rain. When the Ming Dynasty misses you again, I don't dare to climb the tall building anymore, and the miserable wind and rain there will only make the sorrow in my heart even stronger. There are always so many melancholy travelers in the world, and wind and rain always seem to be closely connected with emotions. When the lovesickness of this vein is intertwined with the vague spring rain, the sorrow in the heart will grow like mushrooms after the rain, permeating the entire time and space. As He Zhu said in "The Qingyu Case": "A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculents." Plum yellow when it rains. The smoke and rain all over the city seem to be traces of love, making people look for that familiar figure in the vast sea of people. This spring rain is the embodiment of lovesickness, with endless thoughts and attachments, sprinkled on every inch of land, so that every moment of parting is full of endless sorrow and reluctance.