Lightning was sandwiched with thunder, and the rain was getting faster. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Xiao Er sent a cup of chopsticks and a pot of wine. Topaz sat down at a table near the window. The rain was falling, and the dry branches of the trees were hazy with a pale green color, and the rain dripped down the tips of the trees, turning into strings of watery notes. The ground was also much wetter, giving off a refreshing aroma, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. The raindrops the size of beans in the air slanted on the stagnant water on the road, stirring up a splash. The splash was like a small fountain, and when it fell to the ground, it turned into a small transparent hat. Behold, the rain is as thin as silk threads, and as light as flour, and the fine rain threads weave a gray curtain between heaven and earth. From a distance, the dark clouds on the horizon gathered together, like a herd of huge wild horses, galloping under the escort of the gale, and soon covered the entire sky, unstoppable, and the earth was pitch black. When it rains, the sky is gray, like an ink painting, which evokes countless reveries. Rain, hours like silver needles or silver threads sprinkled between the heavens and the earth. The near scene is covered with a thin veil, like a fairy's skirt and gently pours the earth, while the distant scene is separated by a heavenly curtain, looming, like a beating elf full of spirituality. When the rain hits the window, it makes a crisp sound, like a masterful pianist beating briskly on the black and white keys to play strings of beautiful notes, making people happy.

The "click" lightning flashed white light, like wielding a sharp sword, and the thunder rumbled, like beating a drum in the air. Immediately after, the raindrops of soybeans fell one after another. "Tick, tick, tick......" The sound is getting louder and louder, "Bang la la", the pouring rain is coming, the rain is very violent, and in an instant, the air seems to be thrown by gods and demons, scattering thousands of threads from the gray clouds, and gradually sewing the sky and the earth together. The raindrops fell from the sky like an army of millions, and the torrential rain covered the earth! The rain was like a mad beast, with a huge roar, desperate to vent! Roaring, with the heavy rain sweeping the earth, the big trees danced wildly like a demon, the leaves were blown back to the sky, and the roots of the trees seemed to struggle to break free from the ground...... The rain was still pouring down, and the earth was no longer clear as far as the eye could see...... The water is connected with the sky, the sky is connected with the water, and the water is dense. Suddenly, the chaotic black oppressive sky cracked, revealing irregular sets of lines, from which an incomparably strong light flashed, accompanied by a deafening roar, cheering for the raging storm. Ten minutes passed, the thunder and lightning stopped, the wind subsided a little, and the vision became clear again. The wind slowly stopped, the rain slowly stopped, and the trees were still standing! The rain was still falling, and the pillars of rain were shooting at the ground like rows of sharp arrows at an angle.

Gradually, the thunder was far away, and the rain became thinner, thinner, and fluttered softly in the sky like a cow's hair. Topaz opened the window, and a fresh smell of earth came to his face. Fresh air is really a medicine, a medicine that can refresh the mind and moisten the lungs. Just like this, quietly, look at the rain that washes away the lead in the world, and see the thousands of acacia threads woven by the rain. It is a kind of rest, a kind of edification, and a kind of enjoyment. Let the unique gifts of nature wash away all unhappiness and frustration, and let the gentle drizzle soothe the tired soul. Listen to the rain and let the harmonious melody of the rain give yourself a moment of peace and harmony. The sound of the dripping sound, the feeling of the raindrops knocking on the window, the sound of the rain can hypnotize, can frighten dreams, can also stir up your thoughts, and evoke your memories of the past. 8. Look, it fell like a bullet and fell to the ground with a rattling sound. Its powerful little body fell to the ground, splashing small dimples, sometimes resembling a blooming splash. It and its companions slowly converged into a stream that flowed everywhere on both sides of the street. When it falls on the plant, it becomes the best bath water for the plant to bathe.

The rain in the mountains came suddenly—with the wet mountain wind, with the light wisps of mist, the rain came softly and quietly. First I heard its voice, coming from the far mountains and forests, from the very high slopes of the mountains—shalala, shalala, like a wordless ballad, magically floating up from all directions, and gradually becoming clear, louder, from far to near, from far to near. It went suddenly—at some point, and the rain quietly stopped. The wind also held its breath, and the mountain suddenly became very quiet. In the distance, an unknown bird began to crow, as if pouring out the joy of the bath. Nearby, the raindrops condensed on the leaves continued to drip down, dripping into the small puddles on the side of the road, making an unusually crisp sound - ding-winter-ding-winter, as if it was the afterglow of a mountain rain. The rain was like a baby's cry, not only did it fall without a gradual rhythm or omen from choking, sobbing, and tears to tears, but it also ended abruptly, not a single raindrop gradually thinned out, and the clouds slowly dispersed excessively, as if the raindrops were still hanging in the air. At this time, the scenery in the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland, and the mountain peaks loom in the clouds and smoke, which is more majestic and precipitous, making people feel that it is mysterious and beautiful, clear and arrogant. At this time, the giant peak is clouds and fog, watching the layers of clouds and mist turn over and over, up and down, left and right, floating east and west, like galloping horses, like waves, like tides, so not spectacular, and unpredictable, make people marvel, make people confused. The clouds and mist are like ribbons, and the mountain road is like strings, dancing and playing on the top of the mountain, as if the crisp mountain sound has echoed in my ears. The distant mountains and the near view are the grass mountains with gentle lines, unreachable at a glance, the layers are far-reaching, the grass mountains are like green carpets, during which all kinds of mountain flowers compete to bloom, the scenery is refreshing and gorgeous, the grass mountains are as beautiful as the seven-color carpets, and the recklessness is boundless. The scene at this time is a beautiful landscape.

Overlooking the foot, the white clouds are misty, looking around the peaks, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and the peaks of each mountain poke out of the clouds and mist, like a hibiscus out of the water. The clouds in the sky were black and pressed straight to the top of the head, and suddenly the smoke and rain were confused, surrounding the mountains in all directions, only listening to the sound of the wind and rain in the trees, but not seeing whether the clouds were mountains or trees. The water flowed down from the mountain, and suddenly became a waterfall, and at this time the front mountain and the back mountain, I don't know how many, the farmers and tourists lost their way back. "I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me too. The rain is blowing, and the wind is blowing. Wine is not intoxicating, people are drunk. The world is wide, let me swim, send my heart alone in the rain, and send it alone to the occasion. The footsteps of passers-by roaming, stepping on the stagnant water of the shower, the sound is like a rhyme, and the wind and rain are blankly elegant. Topaz followed the sound of rain and mist, and rhymed with the sound, pretending to be a good heart, and set foot on the bluestone mountain road like the ancient road of Lin Feng. Step by step, there is a verdant and pleasant sound in the sound of rain.

It's not a tall mountain, but it has a unique attraction that is more appreciated by the people who live here, because it shines with the town's long and deep history. Think it's a rainy day, I don't see the birds singing green, I don't see the tourists rubbing shoulders, the water that occasionally flows down from the high slope, and the yellow color of the soil pours down, stained with the edge of the pants, and the little color imprints on the side of the pants under the feet, as if painting a new blueprint. Standing by the window, letting the rain drip and drift elegantly, looking at a prosperous scenery from afar, there are many sincere things or people hidden in it, or vast, or happy. "The water is clear and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy" is foggy and not foggy, rain is not rain, rain in the fog, fog with fog, there is really a scene of "fog towers, moon maze crossing". The trees on the mountain loomed. For a while, it made people feel like they were out of the world, and they entered a mysterious realm of "no one is seen in the empty mountain, but people are heard". "Look at the mountains in the rain is not suspicious, only because the mountains are added in the rain", the Linghu Lake becomes distant and ethereal under the embellishment of the drizzle, and looks at it from a distance, it seems to be clear and not clear, it is unfathomable, like a fairyland, and it is extremely beautiful. It is poetic, and it also adds a few touches of sultry. Quiet as a virgin spirit lake, clear water, the reflection of cypress, rippling blue waves, this scene, intoxicating, happy and forgetful. Overlooking on all sides, a sea of clouds, look, the top of the mountain stands above the sea of clouds. At this time, it is washed by the rain, and it is even more vivid, and the faint white clouds drift in the meantime. White clouds curled up from below, as if there was a raging bonfire below, and thick white smoke billowed up. The most striking thing is the mountains in the west, which are filled with white clouds, and the farthest row is bright white, forming the boundary between heaven and earth. Where to find this scene? The mountain scenery after the rain is intoxicating.

Looking at the mountains in the rain is not emotional. The mountain sprinkled with rain is greener, this green is not the kind of green under a sunny day, the green hair is green under a sunny day, and the green hair oil after the rain is shiny, deeper and more mellow. The whole mountain is decorated with this green, like a huge carpet, and whoever walks here will stop and stop. Seeing water in the rain is even more rare. Often clouds and fog shrouded. Enjoy the scenery in the fog, see the mountains in the rain, the scenery is very strange, and the mountains and rivers are very beautiful. The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none. The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. Bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?