Prose describing rain scenes, poetic writing essays in the rain

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It's a rainy day, it's so nice! Written by Qi Jun.

"The drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, and the idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to the sound" What a mood this is, sitting under the eaves, drinking a cup of tea, closing your eyes, and listening to the rain.

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is first frequent, and then the rainy season begins, sometimes dripping, sometimes gradually dripping. What a beautiful artistic conception, what a poetic picture. The rain fell on the small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, and the rain in the south of the Yangtze River rippled all over the ground.

The rain falls on the bridge and boat in the south of the Yangtze River, and a picture of a talented man in the south of the Yangtze River holding an umbrella and boating under the small bridge emerges in front of him. Listen carefully, taste carefully, when Jiangnan'The drizzle is falling, who is sad in the clear water and autumn clouds? Who is in the wine sobering place, should be green, fat, red and thin?

The rain swirled and fluttered in the air, hitting the face densely, cold and cold. This dripping rain stretched into the distance, and finally became a white curtain, covering all things in heaven and earth. We are moving forward in the rain, letting this God-given rain wet every corner of the body, from head to toe, from mouth to heart, there is poetry flowing in the heart, it spreads over the heart, quietly overflowing "free flying flowers are as light as a dream, boundless rain is as thin as sorrow."

Road. The road was drunk in the rain and drunk into mud. They snuggle up at your feet and offer you that orange kiss unrestrainedly. The road was drunk in this rain. Drunk and with no way forward. "Duoqi Road, where is it today? ”

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is like an ancient piano, and the fine and dense rhythm is apprehensive. Thinking through history back to the era of Jin Ge Iron Horse, I saw Wen Tianxiang, who was unyielding to death, and understood the helplessness and tragedy of "panicking beachhead and panicking, and sighing in the ocean". I met Du Fu sighing outside the old city, and touched the sadness of "feeling the flowers splashing tears, hating the birds and being frightened".

I saw the indignation of Lu You's "Book Anger" when "the building boat crossed the snow melon island at night, and the iron horse dispersed in the autumn wind". Tossing and turning, I saw Su Shi's ambition of "holding the bow like a full moon, looking northwest, and shooting the wolf". The peak loop turned around and encountered Li Qingzhao's euphemism of "the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers" and "flowers float by themselves".

Dream back to Jiangnan, open your eyes, a cup of tea, wisps of fragrance, and look at the rain and clouds.

The rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves into a soft web that nets the whole autumn world. The sky was also dark and dreary, like the web-covered roofs of old dwellings.

The gray-white clouds piled up in the sky were like white powder peeling off the roof. Under the shroud of this old roof, everything is unusually dull. The garden is full of green pomegranate mulberry trees and grapevines.

It only represents the prosperity of the past summer, and now it has become the remains of ancient Roman architecture, cowering in the sound of the rain, reminiscing about the glorious past.

The grass had turned a melancholy yellow, and there was not a single fresh flower to be found in the ground; The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall hung their heads, with tears in their eyes, and sighed for their thin lives.

Only the osmanthus in the corner of the wall, the branches have been decorated with a few ** as precious stamens, carefully hidden under the green oval leaf petals, revealing a little hope for the sprout of new life.