The composition of the spring rain 1 The rain is scattered, like a thin needle falling from the sky. Rain fell on the grass in the park, and the whole park was awakened by the sound of rain falling on the grass.
Acacia can be anxious at this time. It thinks, I also want to play a song for the park. So it struggled to catch raindrops with its leaves and made a crackling sound. The bauhinia tree also stretched, trying to catch the rain, but it couldn't. Rain flows down its body to the ground, making a click, click sound. Eucalyptus is also happy to join in the fun. It twisted, and the rain danced with it, making a pattering sound. Not to be outdone, the bread tree held its head high and let the rain fall on it, making a bang, bang, bang sound, like playing drums.
The whole park, like a concert hall, crackled, pattered and knocked for a while ... I like the performances brought by the spring rain to the park very much.
The composition of spring rain 2 misty spring rain from morning to noon. I finished my homework on my desk and saw the hazy scenery outside through the window. I can't help but be attracted by the world outside the window.
The earth seems to be covered with a thin veil by the spring rain, just like a fairyland in a fairy tale. The buildings in the distance are blocked, and only a little shadow can be seen vaguely. In front of the sculpture park, there are only a few scattered tourists walking in the rain with umbrellas and enjoying the park scenery in the rain. Raindrops rippled on the river beside the park, and all the places where cars passed on the road were splashed with water. The azaleas in full bloom in the community have also been washed more brightly and delicately by the rain. Grass is green because of rain, and rain condenses into crystal pearls on the grass.
Open the window, fresh, humid air came face to face, breeze mixed with drizzle, naughty to jump on my face and hands, cold and cold, really comfortable!
Spring rain moistens the earth and brings infinite vitality to nature. It is hazy and clear, it covers everything with an ethereal gauze, and it washes everything fresh and bright. What a magical spring rain!
Early in the morning, I opened my sleepy eyes and heard the patter of rain outside the window. The sky outside is gray, and the rain is as fine as a dime a dozen, like thousands of silver lines.
The water column was made into a huge bead curtain by Miss Chun. The breeze was blowing gently, and the rain curtain was dancing and graceful.
At night, I heard a rustling sound. I thought it was an illusion, but it really rained!
This is the first rain this spring!
Spring rain is like a shy girl, walking with Shanshan, which makes people feel gentle and soft. It seems to be afraid of disturbing others and comes quietly. Listen, the sound of "rustling" is the light music he plays with his heart, which is very nice.
Everything in the world is bathed in the spring rain, and the thirsty earth sucks and nourishes the soul.
I couldn't resist the temptation of the rain, played a flower umbrella, and was so excited that I ran and jumped in the rain and melted into it. The earth is generally washed away by water, the stones on the ground are washed away by rain, the asphalt road is wet, the fresh leaves are washed away by rain, and people can't put it down, and the flowers are scattered in the grass, which makes people unable to bear to watch.
How much joy and sadness this rain has brought to people!
Chunyu's composition 4 "Good rain knows the season when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. " This is a poem by Meng Haoran, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty. The spring rain in my eyes is really interesting.
Early in the morning, the spring rain "dripped" underground, and the rain was like the same silver thread, weaving a wonderful yarn-fog. Fog hovered around us, and rain fell on us, suddenly feeling cool and comfortable.
Gradually, the fog began to dissipate, but it rained harder and harder. There are many shallow ponds on the road. Children always jump in and have a good time, and they are not afraid of getting their pants wet. On the tiles on the roof of the house, there are always some naughty raindrops jumping around and knocking the tiles "tinkling", as if someone were knocking on the xylophone and playing a pleasant sound. The artificial lake in the park is raindrop's favorite place. They jumped in one by one, and the lake rippled in circles ... The small fish and shrimps were so happy that they swam around happily, as if they had danced a beautiful dance.
In the evening, the sky is beautiful indigo, sitting by the lake listening to the rain. We can't see each other clearly, and it's really wonderful to send information by voice. A raindrop fell into the lake, and there was silence all around. Only the sound of raindrops falling into the lake: "Ding-dong, Ding-dong ..." That feeling is really unique.
The world after the rain has a different taste. Look, on the leaves and petals of the grass, glittering and translucent water drops are rolling, and one or two drops come down from time to time. The grass moistened by rain and dew seems greener and more tender; Flowers seem brighter and more fragrant; The air seems fresher ... there are vibrant scenes everywhere.
In the morning, I was walking on my way to school, and it was still sunny. But the weather is like a doll's face, and it changes with it. After a while, we heard the sound of Lei Gonggong beating drums. I also saw a flash of lightning across the sky, eliminating the silence of the sky. Then it began to rain in Mao Mao. "The rain in the street is refreshing, but the grass nearby is biting." Spring rain is the seed of hope sown by Miss Chun. He shook the brush in the book and painted everything in the world colorful. I strolled on the playground and looked at the small trees beside me. The leaves are wet and seem to be dyed. It's very green, and I see the willows turn yellow with a little light green. I came to the pond again, and saw the small fish in it, some lined up, as if playing games, some seemed to be playing hide-and-seek, some seemed to be sleeping, and some seemed to jump out. They imitate greeting Miss Chun.
Looking at the green grass reminds me of the wheat in the field. There hasn't been a single snow this year, and the wheat seedlings in the field are thirsty. They are very sad. This time, a spring rain came so well that they snatched the wheat seedlings back from death. I think Mai Miao may be very happy now, and I can't wait to pull my feet out of the soil and run to Miss Chun's arms.
Spring is coming. It is the spring rain that brings beautiful messengers to willow, vitality to wheat straw and spring to the earth. I love this continuous spring rain, and I love this drizzling spring.
The first spring rain has finally arrived, which is really untimely.
The road to grandma's house was muddy by this inexplicable rain. My parents and I struggled to walk in this pothole.
On this day, grandma got sick unexpectedly, and my parents and I became ants on hot bricks, but the rain seemed to be against us, getting denser and denser, and even playing drums happily. "Snapping" and "snapping", the sound of rain seemed to knock into my heart.
Grandma is old. This year, she even stumbled a lot, and deep and shallow ravines covered her forehead. My heart twitched at the thought of grandma lying in the hospital bed weakly at this time.
I'm afraid of rain-I dare not think about it again.
In the past, people regarded spring rain as the god who woke up everything. Now, this great god has become an obstacle to the life of the elderly.
It is raining harder. On the roof and in the street, a piece of white fog rises, just like a layer of ethereal white gauze. At this time, a gust of wind blew fiercely, the white gauze curled away, and the rain obliquely hit the accumulated water on the ground, splashing large and small.
Finally arrived at grandma's house.
"grandma!" I went straight to grandma's bedroom. I haven't seen her for a few days, but she has become so emaciated and haggard, and her whole body has shrunk, and her old spirit can no longer be found; Her hair was unkempt, her eyes were sunken, and her skin was grayish yellow ... Hearing my call, she raised her eyelids weakly in response, and her mother quickly stepped forward to help.
She closed her eyes again. She seems very tired.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I quietly went to the window, looked at the God who is called the one who can wake up everything, and thought to myself, "Spring rain, if you can really wake up everything, please wake up the old man who is sick in bed!"
On the horizon, a white lightning flashed across the sky. Followed by a thunderous roar.
In the evening of late spring, a breeze blew, which made me shudder when I was writing my homework. So I looked out of the window and noticed that the clear sky in Wan Li was suddenly covered by dark clouds. In an instant, raindrops as big as rice grains fell on the balcony glass, making a ticking sound, just like a symphony orchestra.
Looking at the houses covered by cold rain around our community reminds me of a poem by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties. In the misty rain of many towers, this poem completely conforms to the scene outside the window now. Yesterday I went skateboarding with my mother in Dashahe Park, but it rained today. I remembered another poem. I asked for leave to see flowers yesterday, and it rained today.
I looked out of the window again, and raindrops fell and splashed from the air, just like a person jumping up and splitting a fork in the air. If you look closely, you will find that every time it rains, the glass window at home will become a drawing board, and you can draw on it at will. But after a while, the rain will help you erase the traces on the drawing board.
Spring rain is as expensive as oil, which can make seeds germinate and grow; It is spring all the year round. Let's cherish spring rain and spring!
Composition of Spring Rain 8 It rained all day today. This is the first spring rain in Korla.
When I got up in the morning, I looked out of the window. It was gloomy, the wind was blowing hard, and the rain kept falling, banging on the glass. In the distance, buildings are faintly visible in the rain. Traffic on the road shuttled through the rain.
On the way to school, the rain hit me and reached out. Rain falls on the back of my hand, cool and comfortable! The ground at the foot is wet, gathering into small puddles and flowing to low-lying places. The willows in the community were washed away by the spring rain. They are greener, dancing with the spring rain, and they are full of vitality!
It has been raining, and I don't know when it stopped. It may be during class, lunch, nap or Class Two. When the rain stopped, the air became fresh and smelled of spring. The rain has stopped, and our campus has taken on a new look, and it has been cleaned by the rain. The rain stopped and the buildings, streets and roads became clean. When we weren't paying attention, Miss Chun came slowly.
When I returned to the community after school, I saw green willow branches and pink peach blossoms on the peach trees, which reminded me of a poem written by Mao Zedong, "Yongmei, a fortune teller". Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it. Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes. "Yes, Miss Chun did come and waved to us with a smile.
The composition of the spring rain was gray and lasted for 9 days. A flash of lightning flashed across the sky. After a while, the spring rain came to the world.
Spring rain, as light as a thin leaf and as fine as a cow's hair, flies to the earth densely, as if to wash away the stains left by winter. The rain fell on the grass, and the grass just sticking out its little head sucked the sweet milk desperately and nodded and smiled at the rain beads.
Rain falls on the flowers, smearing its own crystal on the buds, making the flowers more colorful, delicate and lovely.
Rain falls on crops, and thirsty wheat seedlings suck the dew of spring with their small mouths and thrive. The farmer's uncle had a sweet smile on his lips.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, nourishing everything. The green branches and leaves nearby are even more touching. Houses and trees in the distance are like smoke in the boundless rain curtain. On the street, handfuls of beautiful little umbrellas move slowly in the rain, forming a flower in the rain.
It rained harder and fell to the ground, splashing like little sisters chasing and laughing. ...
Spring rain, like smoke, like curtains, like flashing jewels, like flowing hair. Spring rain-the messenger of nature. Its home is in the sky, in the clouds, underground, in all life.
Ah! Chunyu, I love you!
Spring Rain Composition 10 People say that spring is a beautiful season, with good weather, peach blossoms and green flowers. However, in my opinion, this picturesque spring, if there is no spring rain, I am afraid it will be a little less charming.
Walking into the world of spring rain, I looked up, and the dribs and drabs of spring rain fell on my face, which was cool and itchy and felt very special. Looking around, the distant mountains appear and disappear, and the green vegetation is like a misty and elegant freehand painting, which makes people unable to guess the mystery of this freehand painting.
The slow, intermittent spring rain, with its unique coolness and brightness, fluttered and sprinkled, and soft raindrops danced, leaving countless raindrops scattered on the earth, leaving a beautiful image like smoke and fog. The splash of rain flowers seems to be a beating note on the strings, creating a wonderful melody. As long as you listen attentively to the most beautiful rain, the tenderness of spring rain, the freedom of spring rain and the beauty of spring rain,
The spring rain is intermittent, intermittent and dense. She tried her best to moisten everything and fell on the flowers, making them more beautiful; When it landed on the rape, the rape became greener; When it falls on the wheat seedling, the wheat seedling is higher. Chunyu walked through the classroom with a loud book, only to see the teacher taking the students into the ocean of knowledge. It's hard to describe how intoxicated the students are. Hard-working teachers are not like spring rain, silently moistening everything.
Spring rain is as expensive as oil. I would like to turn into a spring rain and moisten everything on the earth.
Chunyu composition 1 1 Sasha Vujacic. The spring rain has fallen. This spring rain reminds me of a poem by the great poet Du Fu: "Good rain knows the season, spring comes, and the wind sneaks into the night to moisten everything."
Miss Chun Yu is like a powerful magician. Mao Mao Rain is her wand. She picked up the wand. This finger and that finger turned the grass green, the leaves green and the flowers colored. After the flowers were soaked by the spring rain, the Eight Immortals crossed the ocean, showing their magical powers and opening up one after another. Even the swallows who flew back from the south in Lian Gang attended the grand party, flying from one flower to another. Peach blossoms are blushing, Haitang is pink, and our peony is not to be outdone. Under the nourishment of the spring rain, it blooms beautifully. "Peony is the only real national color. When the flowers bloom, move the capital. " It really should be Kao.
The originally hard earth was bathed in the spring rain and became soft. The raindrops fell on the stream, ticking, just like the accompaniment of the spring rain girl performing magic. Tadpoles swim around in the pond, just like the notes on Miss Chunyu's wand.
Sasha Vujacic, Sasha Vujacic, this spring rain has been raining.
Spring Rain Composition 12 predicts that there will be light rain today, and I have more expectations in my heart. In the dry spring, the next light rain will give people a lot of expectations.
Walking on the way to work, the road is muddy. In order to pay attention to safety, we have to slow down our travel. The humid air is mixed with various smells, but it also relieves the dry feeling on the face. Like a pair of gentle hands, slowly caressing your cheeks, so moist and textured. Comfortable, spread in the heart.
The weeping willows on the river bank are dotted with faint green. After the light rain, it became a bit glaring. I like the touch of green best, which makes people pity, but it is not publicity. The water in Bailang River is very clear, and the ripples of raindrops are swaying around, which has caught many people's meditation and yearning.
As the old saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". Even a light rain is the holy water that awakens everything. The rain sown the earth, so that cats planted a winter, and slowly there are signs of awakening. They whisper to each other, and in joy, they are blessed by heaven.
A spring rain, a warmth. Wind, no winter chill; Rain, no summer madness. Soft and soft, so low-key.
The composition of spring rain 13 Spring flowers, spring leaves, spring rain is more beautiful.
The spring rain is beautiful. You see, the spring rain falls from the sky like hundreds of embroidery needles. The spring rain is slender and crystal clear. Looking through the sunshine, every spring rain shines brightly. Sometimes, the spring rain pours down intensively, forming a rain curtain. Looking through this rain curtain, all the scenery is vague and has a hazy beauty.
The spring rain is beautiful. Listen, the spring rain is ringing. I like to listen to the rain dripping from the eaves and making a "ding" sound in the dead of night. Every few seconds, that voice rings in my ear, like a beautiful serenade. With this melodious serenade, I fell asleep peacefully.
Spring rain is also sweet. When the spring rain falls on your lips, you taste it, cold, and it seems a little sweet! At this time, I was curious to think: is this spring rain the crystal sugar water that the fairy accidentally knocked over, otherwise how could it be so delicious?
Spring rain is more beautiful. You see, the spring rain falls and nourishes everything. Under the erosion of rain, flowers not only did not bow their heads, but raised their heads against the wind and rain, as if they were being baptized by rain; Willow stands upright in the wind and rain, wicker swings in the wind, and the newly pulled leaf buds look greener; The lake is also rippling in the wind and rain.
I love the spring rain, I love its softness and sweetness, I love that it moistens things silently and brings infinite vitality to everything.
The composition of spring rain 14 Summer rain is mixed with lightning, autumn is too monotonous, and winter rain has a biting cold wind, so I like spring rain best.
The spring rain is beautiful, as numerous as silver needles. The girl danced, turned around and slowly fell to the ground, as if she were a dancer. It falls on the glass and draws an abstract painting, which makes ordinary windows different. Girls in the spring rain are getting more and more happy, tearing off their white scarves and singing while dancing, making everything in the world hazy and poetic.
It's crisp. It waltzes on the umbrella, "pattering", light and loud. It dives in the pond and dances ballet. "Ding Dong Ding Dong" is soothing and elegant. It danced Latin dance on the roof and accidentally fell down, forming a spectacular water curtain. It ran naughtily on the ground, "drumming", stepping out of small puddles, and the children ran and laughed with teacher Chun Yu.
Chi's idiom, the girl must be laughing happily. Plants are scrambling to tell each other the good news of Miss Chunyu's arrival. The grass is enjoying the spring rain, while the floret is busy collecting the "pearls" falling from the sky, while carefully taking two for herself, and does not forget to show off the wintersweet in the yard to her companions. How beautiful the spring rain is!
Spring rain composition 15 I love the birds and flowers in spring, I love the vitality of spring, and I love the rain in spring.
It was a dark night, and the wind was howling outside, so we immediately closed the doors and windows. After a while, the thick gray clouds squeezed the sky, as if they were going to fall, and the naughty wind was wandering around. The wind blew harder and harder, and the windows were blown. I'm afraid to hide on the sofa, "HuHuHu ...". I feel like a monster. I leaned out my little head and saw a plastic bag outside being blown into the sky. Suddenly, there was a loud noise and I almost fainted. It rained cats and dogs again. I don't like rain at all.
Gradually, the wind stopped and the rain stopped. My parents and I walked out of the house, and the air outside was fresh. After a storm comes a calm, white clouds float by. I looked at the sky and vaguely saw a rainbow. I can't help but sigh: "How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?"
This night is the most special night of my year, because the rain seems to tell me, "You are too timid, and I am here to improve your courage."
Spring rain, thank you for exercising my courage. Thank you for turning life into raindrops and nourishing everything. You are really great and selfless. It's amazing!