ahmad golshani

As the saying goes

As the saying goes: spring rain is as expensive as oil. The wispy spring rain moistens everything and brings endless hope to nature. I still remember the spring rain a few days ago. That morning, I feel the air is a little damp, the sky is cloudy, and pressure is very low, as if a big quilt, let a person out of breath. The people on the road are in a hurry, the children are busy going to school, the adults are busy going to work. After a while, a gust of wind blew over, let a person feel a little chill, after a few thunder, a drop, two drops - bean big raindrops thunderclap fell down, one after another, rain more and more dense, the patter of spring rain. My mother and I walked on the way to school, my clothes were wet by the rain, my mother asked me with concern: "Son, cold? Let's hurry and don't catch a cold." The spring drizzle fell ecstatically. A gust of wind, blowing green branches swaying, blowing rain tightly woven oblique. Although the rain is not big, but I can still hear the sound of the rain, the grass on the ground washed a "cold shower", it is particularly spirit, the roadside formed a trickle of water. Then it reminded me of Du Fu's poem: "Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening." The rain nearly a day, after school, the day finally clear, the sky is particularly bright, the air is particularly fresh, the children play in the puddle, from time to time splashing, the old people said: "This is really a timely rain ah, this year must be able to have a good harvest!" The patter of light rain not only let me realize a trace of spring, but also let people put the hope of spring, I love spring rain!As the saying goes: spring rain is as expensive as oil. The wispy spring rain moistens everything and brings endless hope to nature. I still remember the spring rain a few days ago. That morning, I feel the air is a little damp, the sky is cloudy, and pressure is very low, as if a big quilt, let a person out of breath. The people on the road are in a hurry, the children are busy going to school, the adults are busy going to work. After a while, a gust of wind blew over, let a person feel a little chill, after a few thunder, a drop, two drops - bean big raindrops thunderclap fell down, one after another, rain more and more dense, the patter of spring rain. My mother and I walked on the way to school, my clothes were wet by the rain, my mother asked me with concern: "Son, cold? Let's hurry and don't catch a cold." The spring drizzle fell ecstatically. A gust of wind, blowing green branches swaying, blowing rain tightly woven oblique. Although the rain is not big, but I can still hear the sound of the rain, the grass on the ground washed a "cold shower", it is particularly spirit, the roadside formed a trickle of water. Then it reminded me of Du Fu's poem: "Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening." The rain nearly a day, after school, the day finally clear, the sky is particularly bright, the air is particularly fresh, the children play in the puddle, from time to time splashing, the old people said: "This is really a timely rain ah, this year must be able to have a good harvest!" The patter of light rain not only let me realize a trace of spring, but also let people put the hope of spring, I love spring rain!