Sand, sand It began to rain in spring, which reminds me of the poem of Du Fu, the great poet, "good rain knows the season, when spring is happening, the wind sneaks into the night, moistening things silently."
Spring rain girl is like a powerful magician, that drizzle is her magic wand, she picked up the magic wand, this finger, that point, the grass turned green, the leaves turned green, the flowers become colorful, colorful. After the flowers are moistened by the spring rain, all the eight immortals cross the sea, showing their magic power and opening up one after another. Even the swallows who just came back from the South joined in the event and flew around among the flowers. Peach blossom desperately opens her red face, Begonia flowers show a delicate face, our peony is not willing to show weakness, in the spring rain, in full bloom. "Only the peony is the real national color, and it moves the capital when the flowers are blooming." it's really worthy of being the king of flowers.
Originally, the hard earth was bathed in the spring rain and became soft; the rain fell on the river, tick by tick, just like the accompaniment of spring rain girl performing magic; the tadpole swam around the pond, just like the notes on the magic stick of spring rain girl.
Sand, sand, sand, this spring rain has been underground