The drizzle is falling quietly, like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers. Thousands of filaments are rippling in mid-air. The long veil covered the black fields.
Silky light rain fell from the sky, the raindrops were so small and the rain curtain was so dense that the mountains were covered with a layer of white gauze, like cicadas.
The rain is fine and cotton, like catkins floating in spring.
Rain like fog, fog like rain, lingering.
In an instant, raindrops became lines, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky collapsed.
It rained lightly in the morning. Although it has cleared up now, the road is still slippery. The crops in the fields on both sides were washed away by the rain, and there was a fresh and moist smell in the air.
The strong wind rolled the heavy rain like countless whips, hitting the glass window hard.
I saw the North Sea roaring. Showers are beating the ground, and the rain is flying, splashing and foggy.
Autumn rain is like smoke and fog, floating silently in the rubble, on the litter in the open space, getting wet on the ground, the house and the trees.
It's raining in Mao Mao, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a little dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.
Beautiful flowers in the rain, just like wearing a crystal dress, are more delicate and charming.
Under the flashing of neon lights, raindrops are like bright pearls, dazzling, and seem to be more beautiful than gems and diamond rings.
These "little pearls" seem to be dancing ballet beside them, and once they get up and down, they look like willow trees dancing with water droplets.
After the baptism of spring rain, the air is fresh and moist, the leaves are green, the spring flowers are in full bloom and the grass is full of vitality.
Naughty Mao Mao rain, began to float, straight to the steaming pedestrian's face, giving people a cool feeling.
Didi Didi. This sound is light and soft, like the sound of grain seeds sprouting, like the sound of grass growing leaves, like the sound of soil on the tip of bamboo shoots ... it is obviously spring rain, isn't it a symbol of the gentle character of spring?
Fine rain silk is woven into a huge rain curtain, which connects heaven and earth and splashes the scenery on the ground.
A storm is coming! As soon as the wind blows, the rain curtain floats from behind the mountain, instantly turning the world into a vast expanse of whiteness.
Rain is the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which naturally has the characteristics of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. It is gentle and soft. Not like rain, but like wisps of smoke, clouds of fog, diffuse between heaven and earth.
The rain is getting smaller and smaller, people are laughing and laughing in the rain, and children are squatting by a small puddle like a mirror, smiling at each other with their own shadows, pointing and teasing.
It happened that the weather was bad, and it began to rain in Mao Mao around three o'clock. The rain slowly fell on my face like smoke.
Raindrops are heavy and fall obliquely on the windowsill with the wind, and watermarks immediately appear on the dry blue bricks.
When the rain hits the banana, it seems that an excellent pianist is playing a beautiful tune, melodious and beautiful, very beautiful.
I don't know when it began to rain. Rain is as light and thin as spun silk. I can't hear the intermittent sound, and I can't feel the sound of rain dripping.
The rain kept pouring down, and the raindrops kept hitting the earth, as if there was a big watering can in the sky, drenching the earth.
People are wearing colorful umbrellas. Looking from upstairs, they see umbrellas moving in the rain, colorful, just like a beautiful watercolor painting.
Rain flows down the steep slope like a river, and my balcony becomes Wang Yang.
Dark clouds rolled in the sky, lightning and thunder. Suddenly, heavy rain seemed to pour down from mid-air and became a gray misty rain world.
The rain in Mao Mao, as you can imagine by its name, is small and thin, if nothing.
The rain is falling, horizontal, vertical, oblique and dense, like a broken bead and a huge silk, dancing between heaven and earth.
snow
In winter, it snows heavily, the cold wind howls and the trees crackle.
Snow as white as silver falls gently.
Flying snowflakes fall gently and scatter evenly, dressing up the earth as a world wrapped in silver.
Cotton-wool-like snowflakes are swirling.
Large tracts of snowflakes fell from the dark sky, and in an instant, mountains, rivers, fields and villages were covered in snow.
Overnight, the earth was covered with a white quilt. The tree is white, the house is white and everything is white.
Snowflakes are flying in large numbers and playing happily in the air.
In the severe winter, snowflakes pounce on the earth, as if to swallow up the whole world, leaving every corner untouched.
After a while, the snow stopped, and the whole earth seemed to be wrapped in a layer of gauze, as if shrouded in a layer of silver fog.
Snowflake, you are a group of jade butterflies flying with wings; Snowflake, you are an angel from heaven, sprinkling whiteness on the world; Snowflake, you are the shining star in the blue sky.
The snow in the street is not so thick, and it creaks when you step on it, which constitutes wonderful music.
When I got up in the morning, I pushed open the door and saw a thick layer of snow underground. Like a cotton felt, it is soft to step on!
Snowflakes fall on the thick snow mattress, which sounds like a rustling sound, making people feel more silent.
Snowflakes in early spring are as light as smoke, as white as silver and as smooth as jade. It kisses the earth and nourishes the revived things.
The world is wrapped in heavy snow. The snow blanket was so heavy that it bent the branches. From time to time, large pieces of snow fall and raise a cloud of snow fog. ...
Oh, it really snows! A little bit, a piece, a ball, white, like sugar, like salt, more like flying notes, the snow in Saibei covers everything!
Snow powder is soaring, covering the earth like a cloud of silver fog, shining like Mars in the sun and like fireflies in the light.
Small snow particles turned into big snowflakes, falling lightly and slowly like goose feathers, silently.
There is a child building a snow bridge here. The arched bridge opening has a smooth and transparent white deck.
Snowflakes are falling slowly. Snowflakes floated and floated to the tree, which was covered with snow, as if wearing white clothes.
Snow like catkins, snow like reeds, and snow like dandelion fluffy seeds are flying in the wind.
Snow has added a big white beard to the "fat" loess high slope, just like a Santa Claus carrying a big bag, smiling at me!
The goose feather and heavy snow make people hard to open their eyes, and it is white everywhere.
Snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, flying lightly in clusters, and the whole world is wrapped in peach blossoms, pear blossoms or hydrangeas.
It snows heavily in winter, like a fairy scattering flowers, like countless white butterflies flying in the air, and like many catkins rolling all over the sky, which is overwhelming.
After the snow stopped, the house was covered with white clothes, the willow trees turned into bloated silver bars, and the wall was like a giant snake with a white back.
wind
The breeze blows gently, bringing the fragrance of the earth. I am greedily breathing the cool and fresh air, and my heart is very comfortable.
As soon as the spring breeze blows, the treetops immediately make a pleasant sound, just like a mother stroking her child in spring and giggling involuntarily.
The autumn wind, like a sharp sickle, scraped over the willow tree tip, and the semi-green and semi-yellow leaves "brushed" and fell down.
The wind swept through the window with heavy rain, roaring like countless wild animals in the deep valley.
Suddenly, a column wind rolled up on the ground, and the wind whirled higher and higher, towering in the sky like Optimus Prime and swaying like a drunk.
The summer wind, in its unique way, pours out all the love and feelings to the world; It's hard to shut out its suffocating fanaticism and infatuation.
The clouds in the sky are low above people's heads, and the north wind stings people's faces like the top of the wheat awn.
A strong wind, wrapped in snowflakes, swept across the earth for dozens of miles; Suddenly, there was another violent whirlwind, which made the snowflake fly quickly. ...
The wind blew, bending the trees on the roadside, twisting the branches and rolling up the dust all over the sky.
When the storm came, the stout ginkgo tree shook like a drunk and waved its arms wildly.
The morning breeze is like a loving mother, touching our faces with her gentle hands.
The autumn wind blows the flowers and trees, as if singing a lullaby, urging them to fall asleep quickly.
The strong wind gently shook the branches and leaves, sometimes like a horde shouting on the battlefield, and sometimes like the rough waves of the sea.
The autumn wind is rustling, the red leaves are rustling, and the wind is sweeping through our hearts with red leaves, which makes us feel a little more.
The wind is playing hide-and-seek with us, and I don't know where to hide; Even a little wind is warm and can't blow away heat.
The autumn wind is like a fairy, the footsteps are light, and the earth becomes very clear.
A spring breeze awakens everything, and many seeds emerge quietly to visit this beautiful world.
The wind raged in the vast space. Dust hangs over the earth like smoke and seems to engulf everything in the world.
The warm spring breeze is blowing leisurely, like a gentle hand stroking my hair and face.
As soon as some small umbrellas were opened, their surfaces were torn off by the strong wind and rolled into the air without a trace.
Frosty/frosty powder
When I woke up in the morning, I saw at a glance that the glass was covered with all kinds of strange frost flowers.
In another night or two, the autumn frost will cover the valley under the moon, and then retreat to the northern mountains for a short stay, so that the golden early autumn can gently soothe the earth.
In the morning, I opened the curtains and saw, hey! There is a thick layer of frost on the window glass. Some are like small trees, and some are like overgrown grass, which is very beautiful.
Frost flowers have left an indelible impression on people with their unique charm of various forms and magical anomalies.
Early in the morning, when I opened the window, I saw a chill coming towards me. The trees in the yard are covered with frost from head to toe, just like a glistening plum blossom.
The frost on the glass, which was condensed by cold, changed color and shimmered slightly in the moonlight.
Piles of weeds dyed red by autumn frost under the cliff look like red azaleas from a distance.
In the morning, frost flowers sparkle in the sun.
The tree was covered with frost, as if it had produced sparkling white leaves.
Frost shines on the leaves, like a silver brocade embroidered on a green background.
The leaves of buttonwood and bodhi trees are falling in the high wind. Whenever the cold wind blows, the frosted leaves suddenly break away from the branches and fly in the air like a flock of birds.
On the trees, grass and ground in the street, you can see frosted flowers shining like broken silver, and the branches are covered with hoarfrost like silver whiskers.
The grass is covered with frost, like an endless white canvas, and the roof of each house is covered with a thin layer of jade chips, like a white velvet blanket.
The thick frost dyed the hay and fallen leaves on the road white, and the fields were frozen. On the roof, on the haystack, on the pumpkin shed by the pond, and on the springboard for carrying water on the well, it is all white.
Autumn frost dyed their leaves red, which is really pleasing!
fog
Today is a foggy day. Thick fog permeates between heaven and earth, like a wide and big gauze curtain.
Fog pervades people, and trees along the road can only see the crown of big mushrooms.
The white fog and the faintly visible houses, trees, pedestrians and motorcades form a harmonious and vivid picture, and I seem to be in an empty fairyland.
The sun came out, the fog disappeared in the soft light of the sun, and my eyes suddenly lit up.
Fog enveloped the whole world tightly.
Fog is not as spectacular as heavy snow, nor as lingering as light rain, but as gentle as a loving mother.
The fog dispersed for a while, gathered for a while, rose slowly for a while and rolled forward for a while. I'm afraid even the most talented painter can't draw it.
The lush trees show a shy attitude from the mist, as if welcoming the faint white clouds in the sky.
The surrounding green hills are still shrouded in faint fog, as if never wanting to lift this mysterious veil.
Everywhere has become a blur, and the whole Lushan Mountain seems to be covered with a thin layer of white gauze, which really gives people a mysterious feeling of "not knowing the true face of Lushan Mountain".
The dense fog, like a naughty little doll, secretly hid the sun's rays like a sword.
The light blue night fog rises slowly from the river like gauze, and the night sky is filled with the intoxicating fragrance of white orchids.
Red and yellow leaves actually adorn the early winter morning fog with gorgeous brilliance.
I opened the window a crack, and the fog outside the window got into the car and slowly drifted away in the carriage. The air was filled with the fragrance of vegetation sent by the fog.
The fog rolled around under the breeze, like icebergs and snow peaks, like Penglai fairyland, like a mirage, making people dizzy.
The clouds are too thick, the nearby rocks and trees become blurred, and the deep valleys are filled.
Fog hangs over the earth, and everything is as foggy as a shawl. The hills in the distance can't see the top, and the Woods seem to hide.
At dusk, the thin gauze fog in the mountains floats silently in the grass gap between trees, just like the curtain in front of the bed, which makes people want to fall asleep in its arms.
show
Dewdrops are rolling on the grass, butterflies and bees are busy in the flowers, and the sun will come up soon, red and bright, like a mature apple, not warm yet!
Crystal dew reflects the rising sun, like glass beads, flashing to me from among the leaves.
In the morning, the small dewdrops gathered on the green leaves are crystal clear, like bright stars in the clear night sky, blinking naughtily.
When the sun came out, the little dew had to reluctantly turn into steam and rise to the sky.
You can see dew occasionally shining in the silk of the tree, like a shining gem rolling on a jade plate.
Dewdrops on the grass sparkled in the moonlight, as if blinking their eyes.
Dewdrops cover grass, leaves and petals. If you touch them gently, they will roll down.
There are a few bright drops of water on the green lotus leaf, like pearls rolling on the lotus leaf.
thunder and lightning
At this time, it was already dark, dark clouds rolled back and forth like horse racing, and the sky was dark. Thunder is like coming from your feet, flashing, like splitting the sky.
The dull thunder is getting louder and louder, as if to break free from the shackles of thick clouds, tear them apart and get rid of them.
At four o'clock, the dark clouds began to show fatigue, and they flashed softly and weakly. After a while, the clouds in the west cracked, and the black Yunfeng was inlaid with golden edges, and some white gas ran under the clouds; Flash to the south, dragging a few quiet thunder.
The heavy rain became more and more violent with the strong wind. Lightning on the mountain and around you. Thunder from far and near, from near and far, as if to break the sky.
At this time, the lightning flashed again, and then a thunderbolt exploded over our heads with a bunch of fireballs.
The big storm is out of control and is running forward with lightning speed. Lightning, like a red snake with fire, flies across the sky again and again, illuminating the rolling clouds in the chaotic and turbulent waves.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning tore the sky, making it pale, followed by a series of muffled thunder. After the muffled thunder, raindrops as big as copper coins poured down like blankets.
The long-awaited spring thunder finally sounded, bombarding the sleeping earth with wild and unruly eyes.
Lightning and thunder disturb the earth like a troublemaker, but people seem to be not afraid at all, and seem to know that it won't rain for long.
Ray, like a fierce giant, roared in the dark sky with a loud and long voice, just like a big empty oil drum jumping down a high step.
From far to near, it rolled through a dull thunder, like the legendary Lei Gong pushing a huge car in the cloud.
The dazzling lightning and blue light flashed by, and the huge thunder clicked with it, which made people feel tight and shook the earth.
A flash of lightning pierced the whole sky, followed by an earth-shattering thunder, which seemed to shatter the whole universe.
Lightning spread in all directions in the shape of strange branches, cutting the whole sky into pieces.
A tortuous lightning, shaking twice in the dark sky, quickly burned.
Thunder rumbled after the lightning. The sound seemed to be a train whistling overhead, and then it exploded with a bang.
I was shocked, and a dull thunder woke all the sleeping animals.
"Shua-"A flash of lightning suddenly cut through the rolling sky with dark clouds, and the rumbling muffled thunder gasped.
After school in the afternoon, it was cloudy. As a muffled thunder resounded through the sky, raindrops the size of peas fell.
Before the thunderstorm, it was cloudy. Suddenly, a flash of lightning covered my ears and there was no thunder. As soon as I put my hand down, there was a bang, and then my heart beat faster. Old innocence can play tricks on people!
Lightning is more lively, and lightning is like a silver snake running around in the dark sky. Ray also shows off his prestige in the sky, just like the rumble of cars and drums ... I hope you can be satisfied!