Seeing the drizzling rain outside the window, I couldn t help but think of these two lines of poetry

1. The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is nothing.

2. During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

3. Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

It depends on the season, so pick it yourself.

The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

Green hats, green clothes, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. Zhang Zhihe, "Fisherman's Song".

The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind. Zhinan monk "Quatrain".

The rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er Envoy Anxi".

There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain. Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrain".

Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glacier fell into a dream. Lu You's "November 4th Wind and Rain".

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Du Fu "Spring Night Rain".

Seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain, Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon".

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much. Meng Haoran "Spring Dawn".

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. --Du Mu, "Qingming".

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. Su Shi "Drinking on the Lake After the Rain".

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs, and the rain beats Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean".

After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn ———Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn") the mountain road is rainless, and the empty cui is wet ———Wang Wei: "In the Mountains") The cold rain is even the night of the river Wu, and Pingming sends off the guest Chushan lonely ———Wang Changling: "Furong House sends Xin Gradual").

<> lyrics: Chen Yongqiang.

Composer: Chen Yongqiang.

Singing: Yang Meihua.

The rain outside the windowIt's like seeing the same you used to beI thought I had forgotten about youWhy do I think of you again today?The autumn wind blows the leaves all over the ground.

I vaguely remember the negative you.

I thought I would only hate you in my heart.

Why did you come to my dream again tonight?

I really don't want to think of you.

It's just that it was not easy to love at the beginning.

Beautiful promises still echo in my ears.

But you have mercilessly cast me into the wind.

I really want to forget you.

I won't hate you anymore and I won't hate you anymore.

The past is gone with the wind, and everything is gone.

I'm going to forget about you completely.

The autumn wind blows the leaves all over the ground.

I vaguely remember the negative you.

I thought I would only hate you in my heart.

Why did you come to my dream again tonight?

I really don't want to think of you.

It's just that it was not easy to love at the beginning.

Beautiful promises still echo in my ears.

But you have mercilessly cast me into the wind.

I really want to forget you.

I won't hate you anymore and I won't hate you anymore.

The past is gone with the wind, and everything is gone.

I'm going to forget about you completely.

I only wish I would never see you again in the next life.

What is the drizzle in the spring is to answer the poem, and the supplementary sentence is as follows:

1.The drizzle ripples in the river, ah, spring comes with poetry;

2.The drizzle is drizzling in the hazy smoke and rain, ah, the spring trembling model Sun Tian is chanting poetry;

3.The drizzle falls in the night, ah, spring comes with poetry;

4.The drizzle is falling between the branches, ah, the spring is chanting poetry to the eggplant chain.

In spring, the drizzle is sprinkled all over the earth, and the soft spring breeze makes the spring breeze simple and clear. The willow branches are swaying, the catkins are flying, the open field, a piece of green, the grass is abundant, the stream in the distance is endless, in the valley, the flowers are vibrant, the butterflies are fluttering, the bees are busy, the grass and trees are lush, and the scenery is beautiful. In spring, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the mountains are full of peach blossoms, the green grass is like grass, the breeze is coming, the air is fresh, the Wizard of Oz is the first pants, the joy is sprinkled all over the earth, and the spring is full of joy and hope.

The drizzle is drizzling (like silk), and spring is a poem.

The drizzle is drizzle, the drizzle (Feifei), and the spring is a poem.

The lead spring is full of rain, and the spring is full of poetry.

Drizzle, drizzle, spring is a poem.

In the evening, before it was dark, it began to rain, and the road was wet. Accidentally, I stepped into a pond, and the cold water splashed and landed on my legs and clothes. I just felt uncomfortable with the heat, but now it's okay, a little coolness enters my heart.

I love this light rain the most, so I dropped my umbrella and walked alone in the rain. I was like a cute little elf, bouncing around the road. The raindrops seem to have humanity too, and they seem to accompany me ...... danceTicking, the rain fell on the petals of the roadside.

The flowers that were hit by the rain seemed to enjoy it too, and as soon as they bent down, water droplets rolled down from their petals. Ticking, the raindrop seemed to like this flower very much, and always joked with it, and another small raindrop fell on the flower, this time with a different petal. Soon after, a lot of rain fell.

The flowers were not in a hurry, and turned their bodies lightly, as if playing with the raindrops. This flower dancing in the rain is like a fairy in the sky, adding a touch of color to the rain.

Ticking, a drop of rain fell on my hand, and the feeling of coolness quickly spread all over my body, and it was very comfortable. The raindrops in early summer are so cool, and the world in the rain is so beautiful.

Night, silence. Outside the window, there is a drizzle, and in front of the independent window, there is a light blue window screen to enjoy the rain. The faint blue shrouds the outside scenery with a touch of melancholy.

The tea mist is thick, the tea fragrance is faint, listen to the rain hitting the sycamore, taste the bitterness of the tea, and think about the past for a long time. The gentleness of the rain and the fragrance of the tea sink into the heart, warm and moist, and bring out long thoughts. Leisurely tasting tea, quietly listening to the rain, the heart is as pure as a blank page, waiting for the light ink of thought at any time, stained with a quiet and smart picture.

Street lamps, orange, dim light through the branches and leaves, the shadows of the trees swaying green, dotted with stars, shaking off a piece of broken gold, sprinkled all over the ground whose lovesickness? On the windowsill, the shallow stagnant water reflects the colorful light of the sky, diffusing the silence of the night. Looking far away, between heaven and earth, empty, only the slightest wisps of rain, long and delicate, such as the mother's thoughts, worrying, endless, in the far and near, bright and dark lights illuminated, like a curtain of pearls hanging in the sky, crystal clear.

The rain curtain hangs low, for a long time, does not roll away, like the wind of the night, casts a net, fine and dense, firmly netting the immortal love and fate, forgetting the past life and this life, what is the night? Occasionally, one or two fallen leaves, swept by by the wind, for no reason, they were dyed with a thousand years of faint melancholy, a sigh. The tea leaves in the cup, such as the branches of the tree, bloom green, and the curled leaves are stretched one after another, floating and sinking, just like all living beings, floating in the chaotic red dust, showing a thousand postures.

Time moves forward step by step, and the tea leaves, one by two, gradually sink until the bottom of the cup. The more times you soak it, the longer the permeation time, the lighter the color, the more the leaves sink, and finally all accumulate at the bottom of the cup, quietly, speechless, just like in winter, the farmer's dust shouts at the head of the village, the old man basking in the sun in the corner of the wall, with the vicissitudes of life, lazy and comfortable closing his eyes, thinking, wondering, those people and things who are far away, have they really been? Silent, his thoughts wandered in the memories that were fading away and blurring.

The drizzle is idle and open. Back to the desk lamp, gently flip through the newly bought book, the ink is fragrant, the words, one by one, clean as pearls. Sentence by sentence, page by page, read, like autumn leaves, falling one by one.

The endless night, like a profound philosopher who preaches Zen, mysterious and endless. The sound of the rain outside the window, like the sound of heaven, gurgles and flows in the air, the night is more deep, the wind blows, a cool and comfortable feeling, with a faint tea fragrance tide over like a tide, diffuse, quiet. The night is not intoxicating, because of this rain, this tea, this book, people, self-drunk.

The sound of the rain; The aroma of tea, lingering. The mood of irritability and weight gradually tends to be peaceful and quiet, like a pool of clear water, under the warm light, in the warm beating of raindrops, rippling large and small concentric circles one after another, to the surroundings, swinging, slowly. The rainy night was drunk with the faint fragrance of tea with the sound of rain.

At this moment, all the philistine disputes that have bred in the rolling red dust are like smoke, disappearing with the wind. I, without distractions and worries, enjoy a tranquility alone, let the footsteps of time pass, from the side, walk, far away ......

In the early morning of autumn, I was woken up by the drizzling rain. This light raindrop has blocked the pace of many people's morning exercises, no wonder, this is such a quiet morning.

I don't know why, suddenly a few dog barks came into my ears, and the sound of the car pressing water was also endless, but it was all gentle. I'm afraid of disturbing this cool autumn rain!

I just got up with a bone, but I couldn't enjoy listening to it, so I wanted to go and see it. Through the glass on the window, I saw a sparse light raindrop falling on the outer window sill in a staggered manner, which was quickly half-absorbed, and then kept repeating and tirelessly. In this way, it is like a competitive battle that is scrambling to come to the world to see what is going on.

Looking at it blankly, they knew that this scramble to come to Chunling, what brought to the world was "an autumn rain and a cold", if it wasn't for the nose to remind me that I would not be able to control my sneezing, I would simply enjoy it. I didn't have time to think about it, so I hurriedly grabbed a small piece of thin blanket on the back of the sofa and put it on, only to stop an outbreak of sneezing (seasonal rhinitis), which felt so uncomfortable!

Suddenly, the roar of the machine sounded in my ears, not very loud, following the prestige, from the near and far red roof, has been soaked by the playful autumn cool light rain, although it is not obvious, but it is enough to feel its coolness.

The trees next to the building are rich in green, under the washing of the small autumn rain, it is even more green, the slightest bit of autumn is not in a hurry, a "nothing to do with yourself hangs high" appearance, enjoy the joy of the autumn after the previous few days, I can't wait to dance with this little autumn rain!

When the overlapping buildings are presented in the white expanse in the distance, this feeling of autumn is getting stronger again, oh! Really, autumn is coming. If it weren't for this little autumn rain, I'm afraid I would still be confused by the heat.

When I finally understand that autumn has indeed come, it is inevitable that I will be sad and sad.

If you compare your whole life to a practice of the four seasons, which season have you reached? The fledgling spring, the summer of hard work, the fruitful autumn, and the quiet and deep winter. Perhaps, an inconspicuous opportunity, such as this little autumn rain, will make you think more deeply about the different stages of different seasons!

Wind and rain are the lubricant in life, sunlight is the mold remover in life, and air is the freshener in life, all of which are indispensable! Isn't it?