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Chun Yu Xie Fang composes music.
1. Imitate the spring rain map. Write a beautiful rain scene in 300 words. Spring rain falls slowly, falling to the earth like silk.

Oh! That's Miss Chun's sweat dripping in a hurry. It quietly moistens the fertile soil and gently awakens the sleeping grass doll.

The grass woke up, stretched, drilled out of the land and dyed the earth green. Spring rain is like a warm hand, caressing the grass doll like a loving mother, and the earth is greener and greener.

Raindrops are like pearls, scattered in handfuls on the river, rippling on the calm water surface, and smart fish jumping out of the water surface, as if sucking crystal drops. Seeing this interesting scene, I want to walk barefoot on the ridge and feel the breath of spring for myself.

The spring rain dyed the peach blossoms red, bleached the catkins, dyed the peaks green and dyed the seedbeds green. Unexpectedly, spring is so full and brilliant, as if it released all the emotions contained in winter. Raindrops fell on my head and body.

I looked up, closed my eyes and tasted the little rain beads with my mouth open. Suddenly I feel as if I have grown up a lot under the drizzle. The rain is thin and cotton, like catkins floating in the air.

Yes, the spring rain is like thousands of silver wires floating down from the sky, indicating the arrival of spring. Another winter has passed and a new year has begun.

2. imitate the spring rain map. Write a beautiful rain scene in 300 words. Spring rain falls slowly, like a silk thread falling to the earth.

Oh! That's Miss Chun's sweat dripping in a hurry. It quietly moistens the fertile soil and gently awakens the sleeping grass doll.

The grass woke up, stretched, drilled out of the land and dyed the earth green. Spring rain is like a warm hand, caressing the grass doll like a loving mother, and the earth is greener and greener.

Raindrops are like pearls, scattered in handfuls on the river, rippling on the calm water surface, and smart fish jumping out of the water surface, as if sucking crystal drops. Seeing this interesting scene, I want to walk barefoot on the ridge and feel the breath of spring for myself.

The spring rain dyed the peach blossoms red, bleached the catkins, dyed the peaks green and dyed the seedbeds green. Unexpectedly, spring is so full and brilliant, as if it released all the emotions contained in winter. Raindrops fell on my head and body.

I looked up, closed my eyes and tasted the little rain beads with my mouth open. Suddenly I feel as if I have grown up a lot under the drizzle. The rain is thin and cotton, like catkins floating in the air.

Yes, the spring rain is like thousands of silver wires floating down from the sky, indicating the arrival of spring. Another winter has passed and a new year has begun.

3. Write a short essay about' Spring Rain', about 200 words. Today, the spring rain quietly came to our world, and soon it fell, making a rustling sound.

Spring rain, it is a precious "treasure" of spring; It flies to the earth like a thin embroidery needle; Wash high-rise buildings, trees and houses, and the mountains on the horizon, all clean and spotless.

After the rain, the grass just sticking out is full of vitality after being moistened by the spring rain. The trees have sprouted. The original "clothes" have long since disappeared, and now they are like jade. Flowers paint raindrops on the buds, making them more colorful, delicate and lovely.

Spring rain, like cow hair, like flashing gold and silver jewelry, is fascinating.

Ah! Picturesque spring rain, I love you!

4. Imitate spring grass, spring flowers and spring breeze. 300 words to imitate the spring grass map:

Leaves quietly put on new clothes, golden white or red. Orchards, forests, look, a large area. Step on it, lie down, pick two pieces as bookmarks, take two pieces as souvenirs, walk a few steps and sweep a few piles of fallen leaves. The wind is rustling and the leaves are rustling.

Imitation of spring flowers:

Peaches, pears, persimmons, you won't let me, I won't let you, they are all full of fruits. The powder is Du Like rouge, yellow is like gold, and red is like a lantern. The air is full of attractive fruit fragrance; Close your eyes, your mouth seems to be full of sweet juice. Under the tree, farmers' uncles were busy harvesting, and cheerful laughter spread to the horizon. Chrysanthemums also come to join in the fun: those in the field and the garden are big and petite, like an autumn date, which is full of fun.

Imitation spring breeze map:

The painting "Untie Three Autumn Leaves" is good, like sweeping autumn leaves with a broom. The wind is full of the smell of golden wheat waves, mixed with the smell of sweat, and the fragrance of various fruits, which produces a special harvest movement. These geese are going to fly to the south for the winter. They are arranged in herringbone in the sky for a while, and then in words, flying over mountains and rivers and water, so that everyone who is ready to go home can think about it. The open space in front of and behind the house is also full of golden grain stacks at this time.

Does the landlord want 300 each or a ***300, or he wants to make it clear.

I hope it helps you. If you are satisfied, I hope you can adopt it in time ~ ~

5. Imitate sentences What are the beautiful sentences of spring rain like spring rain?

1, spring rain is like a dime a dozen, like a filament. I like spring rain, and I like to play in the rain with my small umbrella.

2. Spring Rain is like a group of naughty children, jumping on the earth and singing happily.

3. The drizzle is falling, and the sound of rustling sand is like the germination of seeds, the pulling of young leaves by grass, and the emergence of bamboo shoots.

The spring rain is like a string of pearls with broken lines. Raindrops fell gently on the flowers, and the flowers smiled comfortably.

5, vibrant spring is coming, the first spring rain is like dust, and the willows by the river are like the hair of a girl who has just taken a shower, dripping with crystal drops.

6. Spring rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, like a kind of wet smoke. It has no shape, no sound, and moistens the earth gently.

6. After listening to the 400-word imitation composition of Chunyu, you must have heard the sound of rain! The sound of rain is really nice! She sometimes plays a naughty song "pattering".

Sometimes I sing "little love songs" and "Hua, Hua" sadly, telling the sad thoughts that cannot be solved. At this time, the grass also hung its proud head, and the flowers were suddenly eclipsed. People who didn't go home with an umbrella stood alone in front of the store to shelter from the rain.

Her singing seems to be deeply rooted in people's hearts and arouse their deepest feelings. Even a tramp who has been away all the year round can't help crying in this dreary rainy day.

This kind of singing makes people sad, but it has a unique beauty. What about the spring rain? She is neither too happy nor too sad.

She just sang a lingering song calmly, very long. Rain falls from the sky, dripping on the eaves, dripping on the umbrella and dripping on the ground. "Drop, drop, drop ..." Raindrops sang a minor tune, giving harmony to the spring rain.

Grass, flowers and trees are all intoxicated by this charming song. There seems to be a smell in the air. Well, Miss Chunyu asked Mr. Feng to take it.

This fragrance is really refreshing! It rained for a long time. No one bothered at the concert dedicated to the spring rain. I don't think anyone wants to bother.

There is only the song of spring rain in my ear, which seems to be spiritual and will temporarily drive away people's troubles. Even the noisiest bird is silent at this time.

Miss Chun Yu finally finished singing. Grandpa Earth, who was carefully washed by the rain in Mao Mao, looks ten years younger.

Do you think this song is over? Don't! On the leaves, on the eaves and on the umbrellas, aren't the small drops of water continuing to sing for the spring rain? The music won't end until the sun comes out, will it? I lie prone on the windowsill, looking at the scenery outside the window, and I can't help thinking: Chun Yu likes singing so much, will she come back soon? .