In Grain Rain season, lilacs in my hometown begin to sprout. At first, the leaves of lilacs were very small, only a few millimeters. Later, the leaves gradually grew up, both light green and green with red edges, so lovely! There is Grain Rain today.
Fresh rain moistens the soul; Bright rain, penetrating the soul; Happy rain, full of vitality; Quiet rain breeds beauty. Grain Rain is here, I wish you a happy life! Sprinkle a piece of true love and gain a piece of enthusiasm; Sow a sincere heart and reap a lifetime of loyalty; Send my blessing and reap your happiness.
Grain Rain's copywriting language is eye-catching. A drizzle flew to the earth, very natural and unrestrained. It is as light as a feather, as thin as a flower needle, soft, greasy and shiny, which is hard to ponder. In Grain Rain, people come and go, and every household is busy planting seeds. Sowing hope is full of joy, and hard irrigation is sweating.