(1) The breeze is blowing, and the spring rain is like ox hair and thin thread, which is densely woven into strips, so that visitors who stroll through it can feel the softness and delicacy of spring. The grass greedily sucks the rain and dew, and the wicker gently swings its graceful posture. (2) When the wind blows at first, a few fluttering leaves are raised, and raindrops invade the skin like small snow particles, which makes people feel a cold war. Looking up at the sky, the sky is gray, where is the return journey? (There is no uniform answer)