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Qingming Rain Qingming Rain is gentle, quiet and elegant. Qingming rain wrapped in early summer, stepping on the fragrant mountain wind, gently coming to us. The drizzle, like a long skirt mopping the floor in Nine Days in Xuan Nv, is attached to the green land, and like a wonderful brush, it outlines the magical artistic conception of the wilderness. Yuan Ye in the rain seems to be a gouache painting that has just been finished, and it exudes deep poetry. The fluffy ducklings in the farmhouse seemed unable to resist the temptation of Qingming rain, trotted in, jumped into the rippling rice fields and began to look for the story of early summer. April in Xiangxi is the season of grass growth in Fei Ying. On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I don't know when, in the misty sky, misty smoke has started to fly in the air, which seems to whisper the warmth of early summer. So the distant sky rolled a light thunder, like a string of jumping notes; The cuckoo in the forest also began to sing, hanging the green entrustment on the treetops; On the grass leaves in the wilderness, a drop of crystal water gradually emerged, quietly wetting the sound of early summer. I wonder how many people came out for an outing. Walking barefoot on the path in the wilderness, colorful umbrellas are propped up one by one, like lotus leaves propping up round dewdrops in summer. The scenery in the distance is blurred and is called a hazy painting screen by the rain. In the painting, people walk, the rain falls from the umbrella, the beads of rain drop on the grass, and then turn into graceful rain and fog, drifting into the distance. Qingming is indeed a day full of dreams and hopes! This drizzle, this sweet wind, has blown all over the mountains and brought much vitality to the world! People say that summer is the season when everything grows, and the clear rain has reported the news of summer. We are looking forward to summer and growth, but we believe that as long as there is sunshine and rain, the immature will mature, the weak will be strong and the defects will be perfect. If our ancestors and relatives had knowledge in the grave, green mountains and peace would be their happy smiles.