Rain is our best friend, and we can't do without it for a moment. It's everywhere, it's everywhere, it's everywhere, it's everywhere. It can relieve our confusion at critical times, and it can turn us from danger to safety in times of crisis. Sometimes you will miss it, sometimes you will hate it. It doesn't come when it needs to, it's late, and when it doesn't, it comes on without any disguise.

In the spring, it drizzled like silk, silky, striped, line-on, partnered with the breeze, gently and slowly and softly from thousands of miles to the black land, little by little, drop by drop, burst, kissed the hill in the east, and kissed the river in the west, the pieces of black soil accentuated its color, the thirsty black soil drank its stomach pouch, grew its strength, and different seeds dressed up the world.

The ground is dusty, the sky is dark in the north and south, there are no people and horses five steps away, the eyes have become swollen eyes, the white shirt has been dyed into gray yarn, and the haze of the earth has flown away for thousands of miles. Grandpa Tiangong saw that if this continued, people would rise up and rebel, so he ordered the rain master to come to the world. After the rain, a bright sun, a fresh pulse, a wave of new comfort. It washed the south of the Yangtze River, swept away the north, refreshed the haze in the air, and cleared the dust on the earth.

Sometimes the rain will also have some temper, will be furious, when it comes is a storm, when it comes is a thunderstorm, it is a thunderstorm, it destroys the withered and decayed, it cleans all the sludge and muddy water, and returns the original face of the world, returns the innocence of the world, returns the sunshine of the world, and never gives up.

The rain comes from the sky, the rain comes from the mountains, the rain comes from the forest, and the rain comes from the green. It is the survival of human beings, it is the inevitability of people's lives, although it is a temporary storm, but it is the return of human ecology. If you fill up the reservoir, there must be less water and more water; If you destroy the forest, the rainfall will drop dramatically. The rain is not a little drop, the rain does not appear at the same time, or it starts from the root and returns to the origin of the rain.

When the rain comes, it clears people's minds, and it keeps you from eating and drying. Sitting indoors, a downpour can protect property from loss and deter countless greedy faces. This heavy rain was not wasted at all, there was no loss at all, it flowed into the Yangtze River, increased the storage capacity, fed the rivers, lakes and seas, even the sludge and muddy water were also tempered, those good cleaned the ocean, made the water blue and blue, and those alternative were shot to death on the beach.

Rain is better to provide nourishment for all things, farmers pray for good wind and rain, the earth prays for good rain to know the season, mountains and rivers love rain and green seas, and forests look forward to rain like picturesque and delicate. When the rain comes, the gongs and drums are beaten, the rain is singing, the rain is singing and dancing, and the rain is changing. Some people say that there is rain to have everything, and everything is bad without rain, and it cannot be said whether it is right or wrong, but it must be the desire for rain in people's hearts, and it is also the credit of praising rain from the other side.

The rain has stopped, the rain has stopped, there is more rain wonder, and there is a new smile of rain. Crowds, piles, gangs, naked, and there were big and small mounds, no, the children said they were dams. Dams, some are lower, some are really high. These old village children, they just like the sound of the water when the rain is over and the sky is clear. Covered in sweat, covered in mud, bare-chested, and barefoot. The dams were built a meter away, and some were five feet high. Released water! Released water! As soon as I gave an order, I saw that these dolls were running wildly in all directions, running in all directions, water, water, it was really a thousand miles, rushing and roaring. The aftertaste of childhood is also a childhood dance.

Sometimes the rain comes at night, and it comes quietly, quietly, quietly, quietly, quietly. The god unconsciously kissed the earth, and unconsciously made the little tree straighten its waist. When you come from a dream, when you wake up, your eyes are green, and your black face is aggravated. Immersed in the lungs and spleen, moistened the brain, let go of the long sigh, let go of the throat: "Rain, rain, you are so good!" You're so nice! ”