The rain in the spring

It was late at night and all are quiet down (D3 Gold), but I am sleepless. At this time, the window sounded a thin rain. I couldn't help thinking of du fu's poem. What a beautiful poem! I admire the way softly. I imagine the night outside and imagine the outside rain. When I was young, I listen to my mom said that the rain is spring spirit, as long as the place where the rain, will put on beautiful clothes. Tomorrow, I have to go and see. In the morning, I open my dim eyes and quickly changed clothes and put on the shoes to partner together to go to the mountain. We listen to the song of the birds, stepping moist soil and happily took to the journey. As the saying spring is the beginning of a New Year and spring rain is the angel of the spring. The mountain was sent the spring of stamps. Just reach to the mountains and we saw countless poetic: look the grass secretly gets out from the earth and cried out. Happy mood with we come to the middle, there has been a sea of flowers. I most like primrose her flowers are numerous other delectable a clever ground with trees and like holding a big trumpet, crying with a loud voice. The green leaves pattern of beautiful ornate and some like a small fish thorn and some like oracle. Dark green leaves strange shapes and some like crescent and some like a crown and very peculiar.