A beautiful passage describing Grain Rain.

The beautiful passages describing Grain Rain are:

1, the rain in Grain Rain, a rain in Mao Mao, is not a seasonal date, but today, it happens to be Grain Rain, and the rain that comes quietly falls on the lintel of the rain cover. Since then, it has a little distance from the window lattice. The rain in Grain Rain is the first drop of sweat on the foreheads of our ancestors. It, where it flows, will be remembered, plow.

2, rain, is the abbreviation of sowing grain rainfall. At this time, after a long winter sleep, energetic creatures held their heads high in this moist and fertile land, straightened their waists, shed their old clothes, and glowed with dazzling green, full of vitality this season.

3. Grain Rain is here, dear. Try your best to stretch the infinity of your love. Okay？ Because, you are not yourself. You will shake off some dust when you turn around. When you cry, you should know that some people have wetted your eyes before you. Looking up, mountains, forests, whose sideburns is a maple leaf like frost?

4. In Grain Rain, green world can be seen everywhere, despite the late spring, birds and flowers. It's early morning, with a soft mist and a slight coolness. Hard-working farmers began to water the wheat booting, some planted melons and beans, and the ultra-thin film cotton shed arched. The old jujube tree in front of the house missed the green tip, the walnut ear grew out, and a peony also had a bright red flower.

It doesn't rain in Grain Rain, just like meeting someone waiting without bloom. Those silent complaints in the wind will eventually become a surprise to see flowers in the fog. I stood in the corner of the sea, forgotten, and fell into a kind of standing sadness.