Listening to the rain, getting drenched in the rain, watching the rain, which is your favorite way t

Jiangnan is like this, it often rains, so Jiangnan people and rain are also inseparable. When I was a child, I watched "Brother Yixiu", which has a story about a man who asked Yixiu to wipe the stains off a famous painting, and Yixiu used rain in the end. That's when I thought, there's nothing holier in the world than rain.

So, I love the rain.

My parents often forbade me to go to the rain because I would catch a cold when it rained, and I always looked for opportunities to go in the rain. Let its coolness permeate my body and mind, and wash my soul.

Once I went home from the post office and saw that the rain was still falling, I simply didn't put on a raincoat and let the wind accompany the rain and water my soul to my heart's content, which was really pleasant at that time. When I was crossing the street, I saw the people around me looking at me in amazement, and I began to wonder how happy things could be. Oh, maybe it's because they have very little contact with nature!

So I proudly continued to ride forward, enjoying myself in the strange eyes of others.

Whether it's gentle rain or ferocious rain, for a person who loves rain, none of this matters. The important thing is to have a heart to discover life!

Watching the rain is the way I like it. Sitting in the pavilion at the top of the hill and watching the drizzle make your thoughts fly. Don't be fun!

Listen to the rain I once wrote such a blog post, and I will flip it through for you another day.

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I have seen the light rain when night falls, and it is dripping non-stop, you can write the situation of the light rain first, and then the light rain brings out the mood of the characters, and finally completes a complete story.

For example, when night fell, the drizzle had not stopped, he pushed open the door and walked on the muddy road with an umbrella, there were only a few people on the street, in a hurry to escape the rain, and I could hear the sound of his feet stepping on the dirt, step by step without a trace of haste and panic.

He walked to the car, took out the keys, and sat into another small world. **Changing here, as if glad that he escaped from the silence of the house, he turned on the radio, the signal on the rainy day was not very good, the sound of Zizi and the voice of the anchor kept interacting, and after a while there was no sound, the car was really too quiet.

Pressing the window, the sound of raindrops became louder, letting the raindrops fall and wet the hair on his forehead, but he didn't care, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette, took a deep breath and spit out a circle of white mist, letting the white mist twist in this large and quiet world, slowly looking up at the window, trying to find out where he was about to go from the blurry rain curtain.

When the rain was still falling after a cigarette ended, he closed the window again, sat quietly for a long time, and the radio began to make a sizzling sound again, still mixed with the anchor's words, the rain gradually became lighter, he walked out of the car, step by step in the mud after the rain, no direction, no purpose, accompanied by a little raindrop until silence. After the song is over, the loneliness continues.

It's a thunderstorm, how's that? Thunder rumbled, lightning thundered, and the rain was particularly heavy.

Ghost rain, because it is punished, it will rain and thunder.

I've seen a drizzle, he doesn't make a sound, and there's no rain.

I've seen a lot of rain, and I've seen things I can't see clearly.

Heavy rain, invisible scene.

What kind of people have you seen, and what kind of scenes have you seen?

The rain is green and the rain is depressed, and the ripples shake the cup drunk.

The red has gone with the autumn of the mountain, and the butterfly feathers are still left to love the flowers.

Just written, hehe.