The rain came, and the text that came quietly came to me from my front, back, left, right, and upper, quietly to my side. Rain fell on the moon flowers in the yard, and the bright flowers were even more

Pick up the rain

The rain came, and the text that came quietly came to me from my front, back, left, right, and upper, and quietly came to my side. The rain fell on the moon flowers in the yard, the bright flowers were more feminine, the rain fell on the persimmon trees, the green leaves were more emerald green, and the persimmons were more bright red. The rain fell on the grass in the yard, and the little grass danced happily, happily sucking in the heavenly rain. The rain came, came under my eaves, drew out the rain, fell on the floor, washed the mud from the floor, and made the floor in the yard cleaner. Looking at the hard raindrops, I feel very kind.

Build a rain pavilion in the park and build a rain picking house in the courtyard. Pick up the rain, collect the rain, leave the rain behind. Getting along well with her, giving her the words in your heart, and letting yourself understand the words in Yu's heart is a kind of realm, a kind of pleasure. In the listening pavilion, sit down, close your eyes, to feel the kindness of the rain, to listen to the sound of the rain, to taste the fragrance of the rain. You listen, click, rhythmically ring, she tells you the story of spring, she tells you the beautiful future of life, she tells you the mystery of rain. She tells you what love is, what tolerance is, what understanding is, what expectation is. You listen, click, what a rhythmic sound, she tells you what giving is, what a harvest.

In the park, those lilies, those cannabis, those moon flowers, those delicate roses, those rich peonies, they are busy picking up the rain. Yes, they collect the rain, absorb it into their own buds, nurture life, continue the future, show their beautiful appearance, and give the world a perfect foil.

In the fields, those hard wheat fields, those oilseed rapes who abide by their duties, those things that thrive, are all picking up the rain. They replenish their nutrients and prepare for the harvest season. Contribute to the world, continue hope, and give us a complete tomorrow. The rain was picked up, and everyone was picking up the rain.

In the rain collection, move a stool, set up a guqin, understand the piano, she used her slender little hand, plucked the notes of the strings, accompanied by the rhythm of the raindrops, began to enter a Chinese mood. The rain follows the melody of the guqin, slowly flowing through our rain picking. The rain was indeed picked up. The rain was put into our vases, and the rain was stored in the cellar by us. We use rainwater to make tea, we use rainwater to make wine, we use rainwater to water flowers, we use rainwater to moisten our vegetable gardens.

Holding green tea with a clear fragrance, drinking rice wine with a rich cellar aroma, and eating pollution-free greens, we feel the presence of rain and the value of rain.

The rain is coming, and the rain is all around us. There are no worries, no worries, because we know the sincerity of the rain. We know that rain also has an outbreak, and rain has a crazy season, but we just need to be kind to nature, to be kind to our society, to be kind to the grass and trees around us, and to other life on this earth with us. The rain will treat us well and benefit us.

The rain is coming, I like to walk in the rain, I prefer to date in the rain. Rain will test our emotions, rain will add more romance to us. The rain sends love, and the rain moisturizes the emotions.

I love the rain, I also like to pick up the rain, I hope that you who understand the rain, with me to pick up the rain, walk in the rain, find feelings in the rain. No umbrellas, no shades, no restraints, no worries. We walk into life with our hands together, to write our future together, to feel hardship and happiness together, do you agree?