Celestial Phenomena Description VII. Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning

i. Wind

The wind caressed the crops, sometimes bending them, sometimes lifting them, as if the earth was breathing rhythmically, and the ripe wheat in that gear was also alive, and the wind came from there, and heard the whispers between the ears of wheat.

Zhang Xianliang "Dragon Species"

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I kept my mouth shut, but the wind was like a strong hand, suffocating my breath and forcing me to open my mouth from time to time. At this very moment, it will also throw a handful of dirt into my mouth, like a mischievous child.

Yang Shuo "Collecting Dust"

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spring breeze

On a bright March afternoon, the air is really melting, and the warm breeze brews out of nowhere, with an unpredictable drunkenness, which makes people feel strange and comfortable, and at the same time it looks like a comatose person wants to hug the space.

Ni Yide "First Love"

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The spring breeze in February, during the day, is warm and a little damp, blowing on the face, but it is a bit like the smell of cotton wool on the face, but at night, especially in the middle of the night, the sharp energy is really a bit like scissors. The night breeze fluttered in the riverbank, and the willows in the beach, as if drunk, danced vigorously on her tender branches.

Lee Joon's "Five Waterwheels"

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"Blowing the face does not chill the willow wind" is good, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brought the smell of freshly turned earth, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air.

Zhu Ziqing "Spring"

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Overnight, the spring breeze came. Suddenly, from the vast grassland outside the cypriot desert, rolling in. From outside the pass, he pounced on the mountain, overflowed the mountain beam, inserted the ravine, filled the mountain pass, whined and blew the trumpet, coaxed and whistled, flew sand and stones, pounced on the window, and sala slam pounced on the human face, like countless needle.

Lin Jinlan "Spring Breeze"

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Summer breeze

The wind is coming.

First, a fluttering breeze swept across the beach to the northwest, gently turning up the clothes of the night walkers, and teasing the dead leaves on the road. There was a slight thud in the wilderness. After a while, the wind was strong, and the sorghum by the roadside swayed wildly, and the dead branches on the trees were broken and fell. A terrible howl rang out from the far wilderness, and the clouds were lower. Shen Lei seemed to have broken out of the dark clouds, and the clad sounded like an explosion, rolling from the northwest.

Jun Qing "Riverside at Dawn"

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Midsummer evening. A gentle and gentle north wind drifted out of the Wanda valley and swept across the Mudanjiang River, sending the fragrance of the orchard and the coolness of the waves on the river into Longquan Town on the south bank of the Yangtze River. The poplars and weeping willows on the side of the road, the lilacs and begonias in the courtyard have all woken up from the drowsiness of the scorching heat. The breeze flows among the green leaves, and the fragrance of flowers wafts quietly under the eaves. Everything was cosy and peaceful. The whole small city lined up along the river, like a giant lying quietly on its back, is using all its body and mind to feel the blessing of the evening breeze, to enjoy the faint fragrance and moist refreshment in the wind.

Liu Yazhou "The Lucky One"

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Autumn wind

The autumn wind is like a magic pen, smearing the mountains and dense forests of the Xing'an Mountains with golden yellow, red and pale pink mixed with mottled dark green. The annual Wanghuashan season has arrived. During this month, the water is exceptionally cool, with shimmering waves. The sky was also exceptionally clear, with only a few faint clouds. Behold, the tall cypress trees huddled on the cliffs, with their golden crowns, resembled clouds of yellow smoke, and the trees scattered on the slope beams were like piles of bonfires burning red and translucent. The birch trees that cover the valley are like floating clouds and white snow.

In the autumn forest, everything is full of mysterious and deep tones.

Jia Fei "Ice and Snow Shake Blue"

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The cold wind of late autumn swept the yellow grass through the withered yellow grass and flew into the distance. The low-hanging clouds kissed its sister, the gray smoke of the cooking stove that flew in the wind. But we love this bleak autumn breeze. In its deep and desolate song, we hear the fortitude and unyieldingness, and feel the life force and struggle, the poetry of ideals and the passion of youth.

Xiao Lin "Sending Far Away"

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A cool autumn wind blew down the withered leaves of the catalpa tree. The remnants of the leaves are not happy to follow the wind. Then the wind swirled and rushed from the hill into the village, and from the street to the courtyard. The leaves made a rustling sound, as if they were crying mournfully.

Feng Deying "Bitter Cauliflower"

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Winter winds

December 4 is the feast of Santa Barbara, the feast of the Holy Virgin Barbara, who guards the soul of the heavenly kingdom. Immediately after the Santa Barbara Festival, the first sudden and messy winter wind blew. The wind swept across the ground, barking like a hound as it chased after a stinking trail. The wind gnawed at the ploughed fields, barked around the jungle, cut the snow, tore the branches of the orchards, ran wildly along the roads, sniffed the streams, and with little effort, destroyed all the rudimentary thatched roofs and hedgerows. After that, the wind was still howling, but it fled towards the forest. This gust of wind was followed by several more gusts of wind that night from the darkness, and from the mouth that was whirring and panting, a long, sharp tongue of wind stretched out.

The wind blew all night and howled through the fields like a pack of hungry wolves. The gale also showed its powers. Before dawn, the ragged and tattered snow clothes of the stiff earth had been completely stripped of them, and only in some places, in depressions and ditches, could the snow cloth be left to hang on the hedges. The fields were also left with glowing white spots, and the road was completely frozen,—— as if it had turned into fossils—Frost had gnawed deep into the dirt with its sharp teeth, so that when it was struck, it made a metallic sound like steel. But as morning came, the wind fled into the woods, and shivered and shivered in the woods.

Lemont "The Peasant" (Poland)

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breeze

The breeze of May, the fragrance of the acacia flowers on the side of the road, gently blows the cheeks and sideburns of passers-by, blows people's chests, and gently comforts, like a mother's hands.

Mei Qian's "Spring Night"

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Suddenly, there was a light breeze, and the mountains and forests rattled. It was a confluence of countless blades of grass colliding with blades of grass and leaves, and it sounded slight but powerful. The breeze seems to blow from the sky, carrying the coolness of the cold moon and cold stars and the moisture of the Milky Way.

Zhang Bo "Ascending"

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Xiao Nanfeng really lay on the yellow blanket like a doll, giggling, rolling from one side to the other, falling down, turning over on the water surface of the river, jumping on the grassy slope, lying on the yellow blanket again, and rolling from that side to this side.

Haoran "Sunny Day"

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The night was already quiet, and a cool breeze blew in through the open windows. The wind, with the moisture of dew and the fragrance of ripe wheat, blows on the hearts of the croppers, sweeter than holding a piece of rock sugar!

Haoran "Sunny Day"

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The wind of the mountain gate is the same as the water of the mountain gate river, day and night from north to south, although it is soft like water, but after a long time, the crops on the field and the weeping willows on the river bank are also leaning against the mountain gate together, bowing to the south, slightly bending, like bowing to all the guests who come here.

Liu Zhijian "The Wind of the Mountain Gate"

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breeze

The breath of the wind is tame, and often because he is blown from the flowery mountain forest, he brings a distant fragrance, with a breath of moist water, rubbing your face, gently around your shoulders and waist, just this simple breath is infinitely pleasant......

Xu Zhimo "Gossip of Fei Leng Cui Mountain Dwelling"

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Sometimes the breeze blows, sometimes it rests;

Suddenly, it kept blowing up, as if it was going to get bigger,—— everything around was whistling, swaying, and swinging happily, and the soft tip of the windtail grass was shaking,—— just wanting to enjoy the wind...... But suddenly it died again, and everything was silent again. Only the crickets crowed in unison, as if to be angry,—— and the incessant shrill and dry sound made people tired. The sound matched the tenacious heat of the day, as if it were produced by the heat, which was called up from the blazing earth.

Turgenev, "Hunter's Notes"

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breeze

The breeze that came in swept through the three of them like a caressing. It was a soft, warm, calm breeze, a spring breeze saturated with the fragrant and intoxicating flowers and trees that grew on this shore. We could tell that there was a strong taste of pine resin and a spicy smell of eucalyptus leaves.

Maupassant, "The Handsome Friend"

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Hot

Under the blazing sun in the middle of the day, all living things seemed to lie down and be silent, except for the cicada. They were intoxicated by the heat, and they were singing on the mugwort trees on every open slope along the way. As we walked south, we were met with a headwind, a dry wind that whipped the feathered wormwood tree, and with a strong gust of wind, it blew the tree like a plump of anchovy. The air was smoky and misty due to heat and dust. The distant mountains are faintly recognizable. Not far from the Nebraska state border, we reached the top of a high hill where a valley of vast farmland stretched out in front of us. Throughout the valley, clouds of yellow smoke rose up from the ground of the wilderness. Dry winds sweep across the fields, quickly drying the layers of ploughed or harrowed fields, carrying the surface of the soil into the sky like dust. Beyond the valley, a hundred miles or so to the south, all the open areas were amid, adding to the already vacated earth of tons and acres, and adding other billowing dust. We drove into the dry rain on the edge of the great dust storm we first encountered.

Ewen W. Thiel "Summer Travels"

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mountain wind

The mountain wind swept the pine waves, like the raging waves of the ocean, with a terrifying sound, rolling from the lotus land in the distance, blowing the cliffs and trees, banging on the walls and doors, making terrible loud noises. Sometimes it raises a sharp mournful whine, like a youkai in the mountains cruising outside.

Ai Wu "On the Pine Forest"

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What a fierce mountain wind!

The verdant broad-leaved trees of the mountains were tumbling and jumping before the wind, and the hunting sound was like a huge mighty bobcat, which raised its back, and the chickadees were swept away by the wind, turning into flying black spots. On the steep hanging bank, the clumps of slender thatch also fluttered and shook like countless spears and spears raised high.

Zeng Yuqiu "Broad Waves and Flat Beach"

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The wind of Lushan is the wind, and it does not carry dust or dust. It caresses the skin of pedestrians, neither hot nor cold, a little cool, always like the autumn wind of the north. Especially when people walk in the forest, they can feel its softness, cleanliness, refreshing and refreshing, combing people's souls.

Sun Sun's "Returning from Lushan and Answering Guest Questions"

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sea breeze

The sea has completely changed.

I don't recognize the sea that I'm used to seeing every day. The tide swelled and flooded the entire beach. The angry waves still kept hitting the shore. The wind roared and fluttered above the sea. The sea struggled to beat beneath the wind. When the eye looks, there is only darkness. In the darkness, there was a phantasmatic flickering of white light, as if the sea was blinking its eyes, and the sea was foaming at the mouth.

The baths had disappeared into the darkness and became a pile of shadows, hiding in front. Every gust of wind that blows over it makes it scream. I went to look for the rocks on which I had stood this evening, and now there are even traces.

I stood on the shore and watched the sea in front of me fight against the wind. One mountain after another pressed against me, and the stone steps under my feet suddenly shook and retreated. The wind took the opportunity to shake my body. My face and hands ached like knives. A wave hit, and the foam almost soaked the instep of my foot.

The darkness increased second by second. The sea frantically and desperately hit the shore. The wind flew in front of you with a long line of strange sounds. It's all like looking for their prey. I was amazed at the horrible sight. On weekdays, the sea is so quiet, and when it encounters a strong wind, it will roar so fiercely!

Ba Jin, "Ghost"

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It gradually quieted down. Still in the woods, I was already greeted by the cold sea breeze. After turning around again and again, the sea and the rocks are all in front of you! This is the true face of the sea. The vast blue and bottomless waves, the magnificent sea breeze, blowing fluffy, with a fishy smell. When I smell the salty sea, I often recall the days when I was a child picking pebble shells and marvel at the greatness of the sea. As I hugged my shoulders against the bending sea breeze. I realized that the reason why the sea is the sea is all because of this irresistible awe-inspiring coldness!

Between the craggy sea rocks, under the shade of the trees in the rock crevices, I looked at the pebbles, and also at the white lighthouse. At this time, there are only a few very exquisite summer villas, quietly standing on the broken rock. The tragic sea breeze, passing through the jungle, seems to be playing a song of "heavenly wind and sea waves". Sit and think about the end of the waves, it is Europe where the dragons see the head, and my peaceful hometown is farther away than the unattainable sea and sky!

Bing Xin "Send Young Readers"

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blast

What a strong wind!

It lived like a madman who had lost his mind, tossing and turning around in this wide courtyard. From time to time, it rolled up the broken leaves of the grass on the ground, threw them to the east, and then threw them to the west, and then they flew high in the air, and then they suddenly pushed them into a wall and did not move.

The old elm tree in front of the window was blown by the wind, swaying, and its branches swept the eaves, making a clattering sound.

Guo clarified "The Legend of the Big Knife"

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Wind

The shallow waters along the North River have frozen into solid ice. The willow tree has shed its remaining residual leaves, and the gray branches of ** are left, like countless whips, which are beaten into the air by the command of the wind.

Hu Yepin "In the North Wind"

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The blizzard grew more and more violent, and the bitter cold wind brought with it a great deal of snowflakes, and the cold wind shook the branches, howled wildly, and blew the whole snowdrift into the air in a frenzy, and the cold wind howled incessantly, and changed its direction uncertainly, and almost overturned the sled and the horses, and scraped the faces of the riders like sharp stones, so that they could not breathe, and could not speak. The bells attached to the sled poles were no longer audible, and in the whirlwind howling and whistling could only be heard a series of mournful sounds, like the horn of a wolf, like the neighing of horses in the distance, and sometimes like the cries for help of people in the midst of great distress.

(Poland) "Crusader Knights"

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The cold winds of December, howling in the chimneys, debauchery and wild, sound like the soul calling in the steppe of the night, in the storm, in the wanderings.

Thomas Mann, "Heavy Hour"

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Wind

From the far north, a strong wind swept in the sand, and immediately the high blue and blue late autumn sky turned gray and yellow. Everything changed color, and the sun avoided a little shadow. And the heavens that were laid upon the heads seemed to gradually become heavy, and they were pressed down, to be pressed upon the heads of men.

Jin Yi "Yellow Sand"

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Suddenly, doors, windows, and trees rang out in unison, and the wind swept through the air and the ground from above, from the sides, and from below, with the screams of the pigs to be killed, and the yellow sand, black earth, and broken paper of chicken feathers. The lights are out, the windows are open, the walls are shaking, everything is chaotic and shaken, the heavens will fall, and the earth will be turned upside down. The hearts of the people were constricted, and immediately a layer of ice floated in the basin. Beiping seems to have lost its strong city walls and become one with the barren desert. There is only flying sand and cold dancing in the world, and man has lost the power to control nature, and even the beast does not dare to scream.

Lao She "Four Generations in the Same Hall"

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The wind bent the trees by the roadside, tore up the shopkeepers' banners, uncovered the newspapers on the walls, darkened the sun, sang, shouted, roared, and echoed, and suddenly galloped straight like a frightened elf, pulling the heavens and the earth at a hurry, suddenly panicked, rolling in all directions, like a demon who had somehow decided to ramble, and suddenly swept away, taking advantage of its unpreparedness to attack everything on the ground, twisting the branches, blowing off the roof tiles, and breaking the wires......

Lao She "Camel Xiangzi"

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The weather was terrible, it was stormy all day, rain and wind, and all the streets were muddy, except that it was muddy or muddy. Day after day, a thick cloud came down from the eastern sky, covering London, as if the eastern sky was hiding endless windswept clouds. The wind was so fierce that it stripped the lead from the roofs of the city's high-rise buildings, uprooted the trees in the countryside, and blew the blades of the windmills away. From the seashore, there is constant news of the capsized boat and the dead. There were gusts of wind mixed with pouring rain.

Dickens's Great Expectations

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whirlwind

At the edge of the village, there was a whirlwind, like a long snake standing upright, with its feet on the white sand ground and the clear sky above its head, it spread over the small trees and graves and sand hills, destroying everything and rolling forward.

Sun Li's "The First Chronicle of the Storm"

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The whirlwind of the first moon in the mountain village, like an uninvited night guest, loves to knock on the door in the dark field, and the knocker rings for a while, and the house is full of the sound of the wind.

Hanzi "Sister Wan"

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hurricane

The hurricane was the god of command, and he was so intoxicated by his own ferocity that it became a whirlwind. This is blindly creating night. Some of the storms went berserk, and climbed up to the top of the heavens. Tianqiong was also at a loss, so he had to answer secretly with thunder. There's nothing scarier than this. It was the most vicious moment.

Hugo, "Maritime Laborers"

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Strange wind

In the dark night, a strange wind suddenly blew, whirring mountains, mooing and roaring, listening to strange rashes. The yellow sand is so yellow that I can't see my fingers. The roof tiles were torn down, and the fence was uprooted into the sky. The seedlings of the late crops that had been plucked from the wheat in the fields had just grown a foot high, and they were all knocked down, and the old willows on the embankment were also @ their heads, and the branches of the trees whipped the slopes of the river, raising the dust and sand of the eyes, and the river rolled up huge waves and beat the embankment. Blowing and blowing the sea and the clouds overcast. The sky was full of black clouds, thunder and lightning, and gusts of cold wind made people shiver. "Boom" a dazzling flash, followed by a big thunderbolt, it rained heavily, the sky was dark, and there was confusion.

Zhang Mengliang "Blood Splattered Golden Gate"

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Northeast winds

The last day of 1955......

The weather was overcast, and the sky was full of thick, low, grayish-yellow cloudy clouds. The majestic and beautiful Qinling Mountains disappeared in the turbid mist; the southern plateaus of Tianyan were blurred; and the beautiful Weihe Plain suddenly became ugly and old.

The northeast wind whined. The withered grass and fallen leaves are flying all over the sky, the yellow dust is cloudy, and the chaos is so chaotic that it is impossible to tell where the sky is and where is the earth. Even the proud eagle does not dare to try its wings in such weather.

The wind also carries the smell of the humid sea, which is a harbinger of heavy snow.

Wang Wenshi "Wind and Snow Night"

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Northwest wind

The northwest wind began to blow, blowing all over the banks of the Hutuo River, blowing the sky dark, blowing the big poplar trees shaking their hair, and blowing the reeds. The strong wind swept the waves of the Hutuo River and flowed to the east.

Liang Bin "Sowing Fire"

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Storm

The storm cried out to the tune of the demons and wild ghosts, swept up the dust on the ground, and made the bright, hearty, and pleasant mountains of the border area suddenly dark as hell. The wind tuggs at people's clothes, they take off their headscarves, and the sand shoots at people's eyes. Those returning home from the southeast of the village were held back by the wind, while those from the northwest were blown by the wind and could not stand. The branches of the trees in the ditch swayed, as if they were about to break free from the trunk and go away with the wind, and among the branches, the nests that the magpies had worked so hard to build were effortlessly torn down by the wind, and the dry branches and dead grass that had been picked up one by one flew away. The dam was covered with a layer of dust, and the rippling water was as chaotic as castor oil.

Liu Qing "Planting Grain"

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Unexpectedly, a fluffy gray-white cloud emerged from behind the mountain. It winked at the prairie as if to say, "I'm ready," and it was overcast. Suddenly, something exploded in the stagnant air, and suddenly a storm arose, circling over the steppe, howling and whistling. Immediately the grass rustled with the dead grass of the previous year, and the dust rolled up in a spiral on the avenue, running across the grassland, and carrying away the wheat straw and dragonfly feathers all the way, like a spinning black pillar, rising into the sky and darkening the sun. On the prairie, in all directions, the wild hemp staggered, jumping and jumping, and one of them was wrapped in a whirlwind, and circled like a bird, and flew into the sky, and became a black spot of a child, and disappeared. After that, another one flew up, and then a third flew up, and the two of the Yeguo Rusicaa touched each other in the blue sky, twisting each other as if they were in a duel.

Chekhov's "Steppe"

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typhoon

The typhoon is like the devil in mythology, and the sky suddenly appears as charred clouds like broken cotton wool, and the sky becomes dark and chaotic. The wind whistled on the strut on the mast and on the telegraph antenna. The storm poured down like a waterfall, and the wind stirred the rain and water together, crackling like a dense bullet, and hitting people in the face like pins and needles. This typhoon is so fierce!

Fan Tiansheng "Aza and Harry"

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I've been to some small islands outside of Hainan Island. In these places, the momentum of the typhoon is truly amazing. They were so strong that they could not stand on their feet, and they had to hold on to the stakes so that they would not be blown into the sea, and the wind could blow a hut into the sea like a matchbox.

Qin Mu "Strange Tree"

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Desert wind

The wind and sand grew stronger and stronger, and it howled and swirled in the woods, and suddenly swept over the roofs and fled into the desert, and suddenly rushed to the small school, pushing open the doors and windows, as if to scare people, as if looking for an opponent to fight.

Du Pengcheng "Leap"

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At this time, the wind was blowing more and more fiercely. The sand and gravel it blew up was no longer a pillar of wind like dancing tango, but a piece of yellow turbidity. Sometimes, it even overwhelmingly makes people unable to find their way within ten steps. The sound was noisy and boiling, quite like the stormy waves coming from the mountains and seas. When the wind and sand blew the hardest, I saw the rolling yellow waves bumping between heaven and earth. The north wind was howling and bitter, and the jeep was shaking in the gale.

Liu Jia "Gobi Wind"

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The wind demon with teeth and claws gradually approached, the wind rolled up the sky and the sand rain hit the car window with a loud noise, the whole sky seemed to pull a curtain of yellow sand, the sun was long gone, it was dark, there was nothing beyond the distance, only the siren of the forest people played by the wind demon sounded in his ears.

Feng Qiang "In the Depths of the Tengger Desert"

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dust

At dusk the wind turned, but the dust did not decrease much. The sun is big and round, like a pale yellow Mid-Autumn Festival full moon, slowly sinking westward. First its lower edge, then its lower half, and then the whole thing behind the thick curtain of flying dust that rose at the end of the day to the west. A soft, golden light, one of surprisingly beautiful light we have never seen before, filled this gray moonlit sky. Long after dusk, into the depths of the night, the wind and the wind-carrying things continued to sweep over Chateauron, but by early morning the air was almost still. Most of the dust has fallen. We're back on the road, our horizons are expanding, and we're going to enter that world of wonder, a place of green sand dunes.

Ewen W. Thiel "Summer Travels"

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ii. Rain

The ancients sang about the beauty of nature, and they all loved the wind, flowers, snow and moon. But I love the rain alone.

There are drizzles, sparse rains, showers, heavy rains, light rains, cloudy rains, lewd rains, good rains, dense rains, smoke rain, and drizzle, apricot blossom rain, yellow plum rain, bean blossom rain, mulberry rain, downpour rain, and timely rain, with different faces;

The most lingering is the spring rain. She is so gentle, so tender, walking together in the light drizzle, it is easy to fall into the romantic atmosphere.

The most pleasant thing is the summer rain. She was so sudden, so enthusiastic, washing her soul in the torrential rain, and the irritability and blocks in her chest were swept away.

The most chic is the autumn rain. She is so elegant, so sparse, contemplating leisurely in the mist and rain, you will appreciate the charm of maturity in life.

Nothing is heavier than the winter rains. She is so cold, so stunned, looking back on the past in the crashing showers, it will evoke the melancholy of your passing, and the good night of attachment.

I love going shopping in the rain. The dense raindrops dispelled the noise and dullness of the metropolis, so that the narrow streets in the eyes of the past suddenly became wide and long, and the light raindrops washed away the turbid dust in the center of the streets, dirty and obscene, so that everything gradually showed a bright and pure luster, green more green, red more red, better to put a colorful umbrella, like a slim girl, embellished with all kinds of customs all over the street.

I prefer to travel in the rain. The solemn green mountains are so charming, and the deep green water seems to be so gentle. The jungle became moisturized, and the stone steps became lighter. The fog rises in the rain, changeable, just as life is unpredictable, and the boat in the rain is fun to seek, far and near are hazy, and people are in poetry.

On rainy days, it is better to hide in a small building, hide in a humble room, about three or five confidants, or drink tea to reminisce, talk about the legend of the hero, and talk about the funny of the world;

There is rain and no friends, sitting alone under the window listening to the rain and reading, reading poems and songs, reading prose sketches, reading well, such as bathing in spring rain, such as drinking old wine, such as seeing the truth. Or sorrowful, frowning and sighing, weeping for the ancients, or happy eyebrows, long-cherished wishes, and getting a confidant through the ages.

I have a relationship with the rain because many wonderful ideas germinate in the rain, and I have a relationship with the rain, and because of my sensitive mind, I have many wonderful stories.

Cao Zhengwen "Rain"

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The rain silk shook down from the clouds in a straight line, at first it was slow and soft, and after a while, the rhythm accelerated, and the force became more and more fierce, turning into oblique rain arrows, and then many sub-arrows were born in the mother arrow, and the rain stars evolved into a soaring mist, and the sky was white, and it was difficult to distinguish the wisps. At this time, I always felt as if there were many skillful hands in the air, weaving a huge curtain of water with swiftness and neatness......

Quartz "The Rain of Wuyi Mountain"

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It rained for several days in quick succession, and the sky did not shine in the slightest.

I sat at my desk from morning to night. The desk was placed horizontally in front of the window, and I looked up and saw the rain dripping down the glass, and my eyes looked out through the glass, and there was only a patch of rain, and the raindrops dripped monotonously onto the stone floor under the window, almost dripping with the same sound for several days. At first the sound reached my ears, but then it gradually entered my heart, and it tormented my heart so annoyingly that I could not put my mind on the book, and at night I could not even make out the handwriting on the book.

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It's still raining outside. It's quiet in the alley. The stone floor was slippery due to the rain. Raindrops fell on my face and wet my glasses. I don't pay attention to that, I only know the fire in my heart, and I need rain to extinguish it. I walked out of the narrow alley in confusion.

The street was wide, but lying in front of me was a desolate scene...... Everything is lifeless. Only the rain fell vigorously and incessantly, and the raindrops hit the lifeless ground with menacing.

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Several times my feet were in the water, and the water soaked my socks through my shoes, and I didn't care about it. I just strode as if I would fall into someone's palm as soon as I stopped.

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I don't know how long I've been gone. But my heart was still tormented by the fire. The cold, wet raindrops didn't do anything to me, I didn't feel cold, I didn't feel tired.

Ba Jin, "Rain".

Spring

I don't know why I like rain. Because it is obscure and subtle, because it is full of life, because it is always happy, because it is the only one who connects the boundless sky and the boundless earth.

"The drizzle of fish out, the breeze swallows slanting", "diving into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently", the spring rain is the gentleness and humility of nature, the generosity and grace of nature, but also the naughtiness of nature. It exists, it touches, it moisturizes, but it leaves no trace. It is difficult to find it with your eyes, with the palms of your hands, with your cheeks, with your heart waiting for the moisturization of spring.

Wang Meng "Rain Boat"

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After the "Qingming", the spring rain began to fall in a trickle, and it rained until the "valley rain", and the sky had not yet cleared. The pear blossoms were drenched in the rain. The peach blossoms were soaked in the rain. The wheat in the field could not wait for the sun, so it had to quietly pull out the knots and give birth to ears in the drizzle.

Li Zhun "Qingming Rain"

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From the gray sky, from the fluttering clouds, from the gentle south wind, it fell, it fell.

Rain, spring light blue rain!

Thousands of silver filaments, rippling in the air, the misty light veil, clothed in the black oily field. The rain fell on the reservoir like a crystal jade plate, splashing pearls, the rain fell on the treetops, like combing the branches with soft long hair, the rain fell on the earth, rolling up a puff of light smoke, and the land seemed to bloom into a whirlpool of laughing wine......

Liu Zhanqiu "Song of a Rainy Day"

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When I left the bookstore, the spring rain was still falling. In the distance is a field of farmland. Moistened by the spring rains, the wheat seedlings grew greener, the cauliflower bloomed more golden, and in the criss-crossed ravines, the spring water flowed.

Liu Zhengtai "Spring Rain"

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Spring rain is falling. Through the glass car windows dripping with rain outside, the distant peaks of Taibai Mountain in the western part of the Lingxi Mountains, the plains, bamboo forests, villages and towns in the upper reaches of the Wei River, hundreds of miles of smoke and waves, are shrouded in the white spring rain.

Liu Qing "History of Entrepreneurship"

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Rain is the most common, two or three days at a time. Don't be annoyed. Cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments, densely woven diagonally, and a thin layer of smoke was covered in the roofs of people's houses. The leaves of the trees are green and shiny, and the grass is so green that your eyes are touched. In the evening, the lights are on, and a little yellow light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas, and there are working peasants in the fields, wearing hats, their houses, sparse, silent in the rain.

Zhu Ziqing "Spring"

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I don't know when, the spring rain fell, the rain was like silk, light and thin, I couldn't hear the sound of the murmur, and I couldn't feel the dripping of the rain. It only felt as if it was a wet smoke, shapeless and silent, gently moistening the earth and people's hearts.

Chen Miao "Spring Rain on the Li River"

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The rustling spring rain is like a hospitable guide, admiring this beautiful natural scenery with me: high mountains, babbling streams, green wheat seedlings, weeping willows...... All of them are embellished with this silky spring rain, which is more enchanting and charming, it is simply a picture of mountains and rivers with a strong Chinese painting style, and even the surrounding air has become particularly moist and refreshing, and there is really a sweet feeling in the lungs. All this is a rare pleasure for those who have suffered from the public hazards of big cities......

Chen Dianguo "Poetry Hometown"

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The dusk on a rainy day is more poetic. The drizzle, like smoke and fog, fluttered and sprinkled, lingering, dyed green trees, green grass, green country roads. A few purple swallows weaved through the rain, scattering a string of green notes. The three or two anxious apricot blossoms on the fence wall at the head of the village have been scorching in the rain curtain, soft and fresh, reminding people of the artistic conception of the poem "Apricot Blossom News in the Rain".

Guo Baolin "Writing to the Dusk of Hometown"

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Summer rains

In the evening at the end of July, the weather was unusually hot, there was not a trace of wind, and the branches of the trees were motionless, except for the tireless noise of the deafening noise. On the dirt road, earthworms are rolling, swarms of ants are hurrying into their nests, and countless dragonflies are hovering low. In the western sky, dark clouds gradually swelled up, and then there was a dull thunder.

The wind was rushing, and for a moment black clouds covered the overhead. The wind whistled the trees on the side of the road. Lightning, like a zigzag chilian, scurried in the air. With a deafening thunder, a torrential rain fell from the sky.

Cong Min "New Bridge"

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I remember a summer rain,—but it was still rain?—— the raindrops that fell were so big, so heavy, and so heavy in this palm garden, so heavy in this garden of flowers and trees, and the branches, leaves, and flowers in the garden were rolled up like wreaths from a lover, and then scattered all over the water. The brook carries pollen and causes them to multiply in the distance, and the water is so turbid that it turns yellow. The fish in the pool were also stunned. You can hear the carp opening its mouth on the surface of the water.

Gide "Grain of the Land"

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autumn rain

The autumn rain is falling, fluttering and sprinkling. Like silk, like silk, like fog, like smoke. Falling on the face and flowing into the mouth, sweet and relishing, like rice wine, like honey, making people drunk, like a dream, like an idiot, like drunk.

Guo Baolin "August, Mature Hometown"

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The gray sky, with its gentle rain, awakened the chill of the September season, so that the cicadas stopped crying, and the eucalyptus casuarinas were adorned with crystal raindrops to mourn its old age.

In autumn, the fallen leaves of the trail come and bring rain.

The rain in the sky, drifting little by little, like the fine sand flying in the sky, brings a hope to the green things of the earth, moistens the leaf tops, and also brings a pleasant interest to the water ducks in the river pond, looking for the mystery of autumn.

Walking on the wild road, the mushroom-shaped umbrellas are held up one by one, like lotus leaves holding up sleek raindrops. The gray sky, the scenery not far away, is called into a hazy painting by the sound of rain.

Walking in the rain, raindrops slide on the umbrella, dripping. When did the rain stop? The autumn wind did not bring news.

Deng Rongkun "Autumn Rain"

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The autumn rain is falling. The fine rain weaves a gray curtain between heaven and earth. The horizon is gone. The brownish-black clouds clinged to the hills, the sky was very low, and the field of vision was only very narrow......

Lu Yao "Thrilling Scene"

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Autumn rain falls day by day, as if there is never a sunny day. The red and yellow of the fallen leaves are piled up on the path, and they are an inch thick. It's wet and soft to step on. The lakeside is rarely visited, but it is still a day. On the long, quiet road, I walked by myself, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella. Sometimes I laugh to myself, I don't know what the purpose of going alone like this, braving the rain and the wind! When I walked, the rocks and the roots of the trees were all wet, and there was no place to sit, so I could only stand for a while, looking at the mist and mist. The water of the lake is extremely white, and the trees on the shore of the lake are hidden. The size of the lake is mysterious.

Bing Xin "Send Young Readers"

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The mid-autumn sun was washed down by the continuous rain a few days ago. The sky seems to be seriously ill, and the gloomy sky of ephedra makes people so stuffy that they want to raise their hands and destroy a few beloved things. In the rain curtain, the nearby houses and trees seemed to be overwhelmed by the cold wind, and they shivered and shuddered the inaudible **. In the distance, the water green hill forest is like a glued rag, sticky and blurry and lifeless. The mountains in the distance dissolved with the lead-gray sky, and I don't know if the sky collapsed to the bottom of the mountain, or the mountains filled the sky.

Tan Li "Blue Leopard"

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Fog and rain

The next day, it was a foggy and rainy day, and in Chongqing, this kind of day was the most depressing and miserable. The sky was like a black cover, covering the roof, the ground was covered with mud, and the cars were rolling in mud on the road. The rain didn't fall for a while, and the people walking on the street were all wearing umbrellas, and the umbrellas were like dragon lanterns, walking along the eaves of people's houses.

Zhang Hatshui "The World of Dragons"

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drizzle

There were still seven or eight miles away from the leopard ditch, and the dark clouds covered the entire sky layer by layer, and a gentle cool breeze blew, and the rain began to fall. The rain was not heavy, but it was very fine and dense, and it hit people's faces like powder. On the grass, on the trees, slowly spreading out into the whole empty and uninhabited mountain gorge, it was this light, flowing, damp smoke.

Ouyang Shan "Gao Qianda"

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The rain kept falling, and the stone-level path was washed by the rain and became exceptionally clear. The newly jointed green bamboo on both sides of the road is covered by broken rain stars, green, unable to see the edge, in the mountain chong under the road, a peach forest, the first peach blossoms, wrapped in the smoke and rain in April, printed a layer of moist red mist. This misty greenery, this cloud of red mist, is really like a watercolor that has just dripped onto rice paper, slowly soaking in.

Yan Zhen "The Story of the Peony Garden"

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In the evening, it began to rain in the drizzle. The crowd called it "the rain on the noodles". The rain was as thin as a silk thread, as light as flour, and with the gentle spring breeze, it fluttered and fell in the sky. Sometimes it is as fine as a mist, shrouded in the reeds on the river in the willow forest.

Li Zhun "The Yellow River Flows East"

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light rain

The world turned gray and white, and in an instant warm light raindrops began to fall, and soon the sound of raindrops falling on every field and orchard was heard.

The road cooled and resounded with the distinctive smell of rain, the birds sang in welcome, the world was bathed in a pale gray and trembling drizzle, the thirsty wheat fields, the shriveled leaves, the trees, the brooks with dry throats, the dried mud lumps—all drinking heartily and silently expressing gratitude.

Lemont "The Farmer"

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shower

Sometimes showers rush into the pastures. It first drooped its transparent, curtains of black sand on the slopes, turning the brilliant sunlight into a pleasant golden yellow and sprinkling it on the vast grassland. Then, the rain feet slowly drifted with the wind and moved down the hillside. After a while, the raindrops the size of beans began to shoot down, and the whole grassland was like a burst of white hazy smoke.

Zhang Xianliang "Spirit and Flesh"

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Rain

Today, the sand is stormy, the sky and the earth are white, and the grass and trees bow their heads. At five o'clock in the morning, I already felt that the morning glow was not a bright color, it was a terrible green and a strange red, and it was terrible! Only eight o'clock, the wind and rain came all over the sky! Everyone walked into their rooms from the porch and pushed the doors and windows with all their might. In the white expanse, the mountains are all gone. The rain hit the window screens, hit the glass, and splashed through the cracks. The wind flowed down the ridge of the roof, and the rain accumulated in the water hole and blew it like a fountain. My boredom was dispelled by this amazing wind and rain. In the midst of the monotony of life, there should have been a great destruction—and it occurred to me that at this time, if I was on a Yorkson, there must be a wonder in the Pacific Ocean.

Bing Xin "Send Young Readers"

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The rain outside the window was getting louder. The eaves are like horses. Raindrops beat the glass of the window, and the wind blew the soaked branches and dense leaves, sweeping the railing outside the corridor. There was a rattle.

Bing Xin "Superman"

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rainstorm

The wind howled, and the rain began to fall again, and it became heavier and heavier. Thunder, rumbling and rolling through. The storm and rain have pressed the reeds into the water. The raindrops hit the lotus leaves, spinning like beads. Calm water, waves. The sky is connected with water, the water is connected with the sky, and there is a large area of misty.

Yuan Jing "The Legend of New Children's Heroes"

Heavy raindrops fell violently on the rooftops, and the dark sky seemed to collapse. Thunder and lightning flashed, and the wind and rain were fierce, as if they were about to engulf the entire universe.

Luo Guangbin "Red Rock"

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Dr. McFaul stared at the rain in a way that unnerved him. The rain here does not fall lightly on the ground as we in England, but mercilessly frightens and makes you feel the evil of the primordial forces of nature. The rain didn't pour down, but it looked like it had burst the embankment. It was as if a flood had rained down from the sky and hit that corrugated tin roof without stopping, bringing people to the point of madness, and the water would be furious. Sometimes it makes you feel like if it doesn't stop, you're going to scream. Then, you suddenly feel powerless, as if the bones in your whole body are soft, and there is nothing but distress and despair.

Maugham's "Rain"

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For for for a while, the rain came down heavier and heavier, and the rain poured down, and suddenly there was nothing to be seen. This rain is simply not a rain injection, but the kingdom of heaven opened the floodgates and poured the torrent of the heavenly river into the world.

(Wave) Xianke Micro Branch "Fire and Sword"

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storm

I was doing my homework under the willow tree, when I suddenly noticed that the sky had changed and the wind was blowing, so I quickly packed up my textbooks and workbooks, and moved the small table and bench into the room. Then the wind became stronger, and the branches of the trees shook violently in the wind, and the branches of the trees whistled and whipped in the air like whips. Some dead branches and leaves swirled and fluttered in the wind, and fell one after another. Strong winds mixed with sporadic cold rain fell to the ground. Looking up at the sky, I saw the dark clouds rolling overhead, like thousands of troops, surging, galloping, and rushing towards the southern sky.

Wang Bo "Thunderstorm"

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The storm chased the clouds, spit out lightning, and shook everything from the sea, from the mountains, from beyond the heavens and the earth, and came......

The storm stands in space, slashing the whole world with its thunder, chopping through the boundless clouds, mountains and rivers......

The storm is commanding: Get out of all the false cowardices!

Then the storm passed, and the world was so clean, that the red sun rose beside us. We're all sitting on this wheel of fire......

Ke Lan "Piccolo in the Morning Glow"

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One day in August, the sun is poisoning, the mother and son are walking on the avenue that cannot be seen, dark clouds rise in the southwest sky, the dense rain darkens the heaven and the earth, look far away, the curtain woven by the rain feet from the sky to the earth, hanging in the southwest, really like the legendary dragon whiskers. The damp wind blew violently, and the rain clouds with thunder and lightning blew quickly.

Zhou Libo "The Storm"

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Snow and rain

The March drizzle mixed with snowflakes covered the sky over Rhodes with a heavy and slimy fog. The rain knocked on the tin roofs and then down onto the sidewalks, onto the swarthy muddy streets, to the bare trees that were shivering in the cold wind against the long fences. The wind blew from the soft fields of the field, and it rolled vigorously over the muddy streets, shaking the hedges and trying to lift all the roofs, only to disappear from the ground. But after a while, it blew the branches again, and crashed against the glass window of a low-pitched bungalow. In this room, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed.

Lemont "Blessed Land"

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Night rain

The sound of rain overnight brought the humidity and abundance of midsummer. Even dreams are wet.

I dreamed—

The water is murmuring, the sparkling waves are laughing and flowing into the fields, and tomorrow morning, when the smoke is dripping with dew, there will be tender fresh vegetables and red and pink flowers for sale......

The stream is tinkling, flowing from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and the green trees and vines all over the mountain are sucking the moisture and caress of the water, and tomorrow morning, the dense green branches and green leaves will shimmer and flow with dewdrops......

The small rivers and the great rivers are swollen, the barren flats that have been dry for a whole winter have been swept away by the rushing waters, the rocky channels have been smoothed out by the waves, and the morning of the next morning, when the hope and confidence of the trekkers are also covered with dew, there are new sails, and new steamers set sail with the sound of trumpets and whistles......

Tang Datong "Night Rain"

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Sun rain

When the sun rains, the sky is cheerful, not so gray, not so gloomy, giving people a feeling of indifference and depression, your blue sky, the dazzling sun, and the clouds with moisture, are also clear and white. There is the sun in the rain, there is rain in the sun, thousands of silver filaments, floating in the air, it weaves beautiful brocade, washes the green mountains, moistens the fields, kisses the seedlings, and also gives the rivers and springs to the strong line.

Therefore, the sun and rain are bright and kind.

Luo Yu "Sun Rain"

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Emei rain

The rain changed the color of the mountain forest. In the sunlight, the colors of the mountains and forests are almost unrecognizable, ranging from dark green and emerald green, to pale green and golden, to fiery red. In the rain, all the colors melt into the watery green, dazzling green, green transparent. This fresh green color seems to flow in the rain and mist, into my eyes, into my heart......

The green of the rain is difficult to bring out on the painter's palette, but once you see the green drenched in water, it is hard to forget. Memories are like a piece of dry rice paper, this green, with the slightest wisps of light rain, quietly melts on the paper......

Zhao Lihong "Emei Freehand"

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A burst of moist rain wafted in the face, blending with the sweetness of eucalyptus, filling the forest, refreshing people's hearts and minds, and feeling cool all over the body. This rain is also strange, it is not falling, just like a faint fog, slowly and serenely floating, as if the slender fingers of a girl, gently flicking, wiping away all dust, mountains, rocks, trees and then glowing with a bright green light. "There is no rain in the mountains, and the empty green is wet. This may be a portrayal of Emei rain.

Fan Maozhen "Emei Rain"

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Cold rain

As soon as the sting passed, the spring cold intensified. First, the material is steep, and then the rainy season begins, sometimes dripping, sometimes dripping, the tide is wet, even in dreams, it seems to hold an umbrella. And with an umbrella, you can avoid a dashing cold rain, and you can't escape the entire rainy season. Even the mind is moist.

"Listen to the Cold Rain" in the afterglow

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First, the sky darkened, and the city seemed to be shrouded in a huge piece of frosted glass, and the shadows extended and deepened indoors. Then the cool water filled the space, the wind swirled from every corner, and it could be felt, and every roof was covered with gray clouds with heavy breathing. The rain is coming, the lightest percussion music beats the city, the vast rooftops, far and near, knocking one by one, the ancient piano, the fine and dense rhythm, there is a kind of softness and kindness in the monotony, dripping bit by bit, like illusion and reality, if in the cradle of childhood, a familiar nursery rhyme is crumbling, and the mother groans in a nasal and guttural voice.

"Listen to the Cold Rain" in the afterglow

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Before the rain

At dusk, the weather is very depressing, and red dragonflies fly all over the stream. The clouds have risen in the sky, and the hot wind blows the two mangosteens very loudly, and it will rain heavily in the evening.

Shen Congwen "Border City"

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But there was no wind, dark clouds were pushing in from all sides, the sky was getting darker and darker, and the air was so humid and hot that people could not breathe. A storm is coming.

Ru Zhijuan "On the Edge of the Cheng River"

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In the rain

It was that morning. Until the last day or two, the sky had been very clear, overcast with clouds, the weather was very treacherous, and the wind was a clear sign of rain. At twelve o'clock, it began to rain, small but continuous, and it began to rain so hard that it was hard to tell when the dry weather ended, or when the rain began. Within an hour, the misty drizzle turned into a downpour, and the heavens were pounding the ground so hard that it was impossible to predict when the storm would end.

Several men had gathered fearlessly in the meadow, but by three o'clock Henchard's plan was about to fail. The ham on the head of the pole dripped, like rice wine, and the pig shivered in the wind, and the wooden table that had not been colored was not painted, because the tablecloth was soaked, revealing the wood grain, and the cloth canopy could no longer stop the rain, and the rain dripped down arbitrarily, and at this time it seemed that it would not be of much use to cover the four sides. The view from the river was gone, and the wind blew the ropes of the tents, and at last a gust of wind toppled the whole canopy to the ground, and some of the people who had been sheltering from the rain had to crawl out on all four legs.

Hardy, "The Mayor of Casterbridge"

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After the rain

The rain washed away the sweltering heat, and the air was as cold as mint. The rain-watered trees are as green as emeralds. The rain-washed rocks turned to crystal. There is no dust in the air, everything in the mountains is very fresh and transparent, and people's vision can be far away.

Haoran "Landscape Love"

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After the rain, the sky was blue and transparent, a gentle rainbow floated in the east, and a few white clouds with gold edges floated and dissipated in the sky...... The dust was settled on the damp ground, and the air was already pure and refreshing, exuding a sweet and hot smell. The branches of the tree are full of water droplets, like strings of silver beads, shining and shining. The green grass is like ripe cotton when stepped on, and there is no sound at all. On the side of the road, which is covered with the fragrance of tea and willow artemisia and cucumbers, the bowl of tea, wild lilies and some unknown small flowers bloom gently, softly, delicately, and shyly.

Cong Zhenqian "Smoke and Rain in the Village"

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The trees along the road are more verdant, and they still smell the aroma of plants and trees floating in the air. I couldn't bear the squalf of the city, and the fresh air seemed to wash my guts, and my whole body was clear, and it seemed as if I was going to sing something.

Jin Yi "The Road to the Mountain"

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The rain gradually subsided. All that remains in the rain is the lonely dripping sound in front of the eaves. The spider-silk rain feet were broken and fluttered weakly in the air. The moss and saxifrage on the rocks looked green when it rained, and the fat scorched leaves were washed away by the clean rainwater. The pearl of jade is constantly dripping from the mountain stones and scorched leaves. These lovely beads not only washed their eyes, but also moistened their hearts like nectar.

Ba Jin "Autumn"

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Summer rain is easy to fall and easy to end. The flow of the river below the mountain, not so far away, has a noisy and open sound. Between the cracks of each stone beside him, he chirped...... There is also water flowing, like the song of the crickets in autumn. The forests, the fields, and the vast distances are all unexpectedly quiet! It reminds one of a weeping child who is now asleep. After the rain, the stars have become more numerous and more beautiful. They're not deliberately staring at anything, they're blinking boringly......

Xiao Jun "August Village"

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After the rain, the flowers in the garden seem to have been bathed, and the seedlings are moistened by the light rain and grow stronger. The muddy road seems to be smeared with a layer of lubricating, and many animals have come out to "skate"! The air is fresh after the rain, and everything looks very vibrant.

Ho Xinyi "After the Rain"

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The sound of the rain gradually stopped, and the light faintly penetrated through the curtains. Push open the window! The cool clouds dispersed, and the residual drops on the leaves reflected the moon, like a thousand points of luminous light, sparkling and moving—I really didn't expect that after the bitter rain and the lonely lamp, there would be such a beautiful picture!

Bing Xin "Laugh"

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Storm

By four o'clock, the black clouds began to show fatigue, and flashed weakly and weakly. In a moment the clouds cracked in the west, and the black peaks were inlaid with golden edges, and some white gas ran under the clouds: Flash went to the south, and there were a few thunderbolts that were not very loud. After a little more stay, the sunlight came out from the cracks in the clouds in the west, illuminating the rain-carrying leaves into a golden green. There is a pair of seven-colored rainbows hanging in the sky in the east, with two ends inserted in black clouds, and a piece of blue sky on the back of the bridge. Soon the rainbow dissipated, and there was no black cloud in the sky, and the washed blue sky and everything that had been washed were like a new, cool, and beautiful world just born from the darkness.

Lao She "Camel Xiangzi"

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The rain stopped and I walked out the door and smelled the freshness. A burst of melodious singing came from the trees, and it turned out to be a yellow warbler singing. The flowers and plants took a bath, the flowers smelled so good, and the grass appeared greener.

After the rain, two rainbows appeared in the sky, one mile and one away, which was even more beautiful. Mountains in the distance, surrounded by white clouds. In the blue sky, there are many strange things, which turned out to be a little trick played by the clouds.

Lin Wenqi "Rainy Day"

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