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« A little rain |
Under the rain, so, the clever, jumping, always reminds that dusty memories, flipping the pages of memory, write the rest of the world on the page and then let it wash away in the rain, quietly, leaving only to watch the rain a person infinite daydream...
Rain, sound. The sound of the spring rain, often is in tripterygium wilfordii dianmu under the call of the shan, from time to time, such as fine gauze caresses my face, a wisp wind company, whispering in the ear; From time to time as daughter's face, angry, a few sound greeted with heart, clever mind and body. The voice of the summer rain, it is like crying when the baby is born, thunder, lightning fast, showers, cheerful directness, days to complete. The sound of the rain, as the farmer uncle hard sweat dripping on cuddle with them decades of land of dignified, plain and true, earnestly sentient beings. The sound of the winter rain, like the snow like fairy descended on earth, a trace of gentle beauty, was ecstatic. Spring rain is low, as a tweet of safflower greenery between the swallow; Summer rain straight, like flowing water clouds of nature; Autumn rain, thick as a mature rice swaying in the wind and play; Winter rain qing li, like a picture of a snow figure brings people refreshing.
Nonferrous. Rain, rain, it is green, is light green with hope, life will never fade; Summer rain, it is white and pink, is that the silt but not imbrued lotus blossoming with charming is spruce but person is constructed from the petals; Autumn is golden yellow, then send out the fruit; Winter is white, then because of snow mapping and purity of the sky.
Rain, relish. The flavor of the spring rains sweet delicious, mixed with the spirit of all things; The flavor of the summer rain cool as ice, convey the flavor of earth; The taste of autumn's mellow such as tea, still leave a few silk sweet harvest from time to time; The taste of winter rain blows to the bone, along with some snow cold and cool.
Rain, is one of nature's creatures, is a story of the rare thing in the world, is a recent post, is emotional born partners, it dropped in the fields, floating in the earth, ringing in the throb of life, through the changhong, dialogue with all things, never stop to their conversation and listening, and so, again and again in and between heaven and earth, because of its mission.
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