清晨窗外下着淅淅沥沥的小雨,远处飘渺着的,分不清是雾还是雨丝。新抽出来的嫩芽被雨滋润的青翠饱满,挂了一树的花朵仿佛未成年的少女,浅笑盈盈。风吹过来,惊起一阵花吹雨点点暗香浮动。桃之夭夭,灼灼其华。桃花众开,人影幽幽,落花细细。雨天就常常会想到“落花人独立,微雨燕双飞”想象着,微雨天一女子着一身素装,撑一花伞含笑而立,花瓣落了一地,檐上一双燕儿在雨中低回盘旋,人和景就成了一山水画。傍晚,雨下的更大了,打落了一地的花瓣,雨点落在草地上发出一种悠扬的声音。簌簌而落的雨点像 Early morning window under the pathetic rain, misty with the distant, can not distinguish between fog or rain silk. Newly drawn buds moist and full of moisture, hung a tree flowers like a juvenile girl, smiling. The wind blew, a little burst of flowers floating in the rain. Recipe, Shining. Peach open, faint figure, falling flower thin. Rainy days often think , People and landscape became a landscape painting. In the evening, the rain grew bigger and the petals of one place were knocked down. The raindrops landed on the grass and made a melodious sound. Misty rain drops like