Dream of yu yi

The rain was gentle and quiet, and the dry mountain streams and ravines were singing again. The pale pine needles and willow leaves were made up of bright green. The spring is full, and the spring rain is timely, just like a string of music and music. In the ever-changing rain, the feeling and scene seem to reveal a trace of love, moistening my heart. Spring rain is soft, Summer Rain is crazy, autumn rain is bleak, winter rain is bleak. Although the rain varies in four seasons, the color of the rain is the same, and the sound of the rain is the same. However, in my heart, I still prefer more soft spring rain, which is hazy, covered with mountain gauze, with rain flowers drifting and fragrant cheeks. Kiss lightly with tears, wet your clothes, honey wine with rain, drunk and dreamy soul. Fantastic rain, fantastic rain, direct teaching people daydream. When it was raining in the deep alley, I leaned against the window and counted the flower umbrellas, thinking about whether Dai Wangshu, the beauty under the umbrella in the Rain Alley, had passed through the space-time tunnel at this moment, and left a moment to look back before the window again. The girl who looks like peach blossom under the umbrella and smiles like a crescent moon must have been here. The wind is soft and the rain is soaked in pear flowers, and the fallen flowers come into my arms in a colorful way. In the winding mountain with fragrant wind, the thick plum flowers, the Ding flowers and the wild pear flowers leap into my eyes, and the graceful Phantom, the charming and affectionate flower soul, the charming beauty, the intoxicating love, and the confusion, like a fairy falling in front of my eyes, the curtain of drizzle, the end of the British brocade, dream of this time. Drizzle, breeze, hazy night, beads falling down, silver plate disturbing the dream. In The Rain Lane with the fragrance of pear flowers, the silky breeze sneaked into the lintel and whispered softly to the ears. The sound of spring rain, the rain lingering, through the window lattice, little raindrops fell tears, is it not the long-separated lovesickness tears, come back to the cottage again? Or in my heart, I didn’t forget the feeling of sheltering from the rain and pear flowers? Unconsciously, the rain knocked on my heart. I couldn’t help recalling the past and met again in May. I remembered that during the rainy season that year, my friend and I sat in the pavilion on the lake. I was surprised that no one even lured South Holland to move north to come to Crescent Lake in my hometown. Yu mu lotus bathing Mei, Handan Phantom play visitors. At that moment, I was obsessed with each other. The rainy scenery in my hometown was as beautiful as that in Jiangnan. It was also from then on that I made an appointment with Yueya Lake during the rainy season every year, and I would take a bath with my soul. I remember that year was also in May, and I also traveled around the mountains, with clear water and blue sky lined with pear flowers. The rain fell quietly, and there was no clouds in the clear sky of thousands of miles. The Fairy thought of fan and shed tears. The astronomical phenomena without signs of rain quietly rained without authorization. This funny rain really made people happy. At that time, I lived with you to hide from the rain and pear flowers. The rain was the medium, and the flowers were the evidence. The rain is flickering, gently kissing the shy face; The rain knocks on the pear flower, which is fragrant and crisp. The ethereal is clear through the rain, which is different from the taste. The soft rain of pear flowers makes people wish for it. People in sihuaiyi often don’t sleep, and a drop of rain is like a whisper of two swallows. There is a lot of rainfall in spring in the mountainous area of xiaoxing’an mountains. There was once a time when Nancha and Nancha were ten days and nine times, and they would be more than one day. In the small Khingan Mountains at that time, in the heyday of beating roe deer with sticks and scooping fish, pheasants flew into the soup pot, however, there is an inexhaustible wealth. The older generation went through northeast China, developed forest areas, and benefited my hometown without complaint or regret. That dreamy story was faintly circling around my ears. However, in the 1970 s, excessive logging of trees led to the shortage of forests and the imbalance of rainwater in a few years. Especially in the small town where I lived, the disaster brought by man-made destruction gradually emerged. The dust covered the sky and the water dried up. A decadent scene emerged in front of the world. At the beginning of this century, Xiaoxinganling forest region adopted a series of natural forest protection policies, made great efforts and achieved initial results. It rains frequently this spring, with beautiful mountains and rivers, green leaves and clear water. After the rain of the town, a new look, buds makeup, stream water song. The charming hometown River attracts the feelings of all rivers to your heart; The simple town enjoys the blessed welfare happily. I think a new story will be added soon.

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