I prefer spring to rain in Mao Mao.

When winter dragged it away, spring came to the world unconsciously. Spring blows and blows, turning the willows green and the peach blossoms red, making the grass sprout and the sun's face look redder. At the moment, the spring rain is falling gently with the breeze, urging the earth to wake up and bringing people joy. Whenever this time, I appreciate the beautiful spring scenery woven by spring rain.

I opened the window and looked out. Look at the gauze-like spring rain hanging over the earth like smoke, making the earth look picturesque. Houses and trees in the distance are like light smoke in the boundless rain curtain; The green branches and leaves nearby look green. Willow trees by the lake are shrouded in drizzle and swaying gently in the breeze, like groups of fairies singing and dancing for the arrival of spring. Not to be outdone, the light green grass shrouded in drizzle shook off the ground to welcome the spring rain after the severe winter. Spring rain, half smoke, general fog, faint smoke and fog lit up the mountains, thickened the green trees and condensed the flowers. This mountain, this grass and this tree constitute a beautiful scenery that only spring rain can describe!

I like the spring rain, not its silent dedication, silently moistening the earth and warming the world!

Xiaoxiao Yuchun composition

This morning, the sun shone brightly, the sky was covered by gray curtains, and the air became humid. I don't want to mention how happy I am. The first spring rain came.

After lunch, it was getting darker and darker, and there were a few thunders. The cloud is like a sieve that oozes water, and the rain falls carefully, like ox hair, like needles, like filaments. After a while, raindrops are made of oblique dots. Free and easy raindrops fall on houses and trees, splashing silver flowers; They are like countless dexterous and soft fingers, playing one elegant ditty after another, and each note has a fantastic color. The water on the ground gathers more and more, and slowly flows into countless streams around.

The first spring rain brought infinite fun to the children. We got together and chased each other in the rain. If anyone accidentally passes under the tree, naughty companions will smash the tree, and the rain on the tree will hit the people under the tree, which is chilly and refreshing.

I have not finished my words yet. I packed my umbrella and walked on the road. Pedestrians on the road are in an endless stream, colorful umbrellas are shaking and cars are flying by. Without the usual dust, the air is particularly fresh under the washing of rain, and I can't help but go to the suburbs and come to the Hutuo River.

Rain, still dripping underground, falls into the river, arousing countless ripples and layers of fine waves. The river seems to be covered with a mist. The flowers and trees on both sides of the river are bathed in the spring rain, with different charms. Thousands of yellow leaves hang down from the wicker, and under the cover of the spring rain, they are graceful and graceful, like an elegant girl in a delicate and pretty face, which makes people fondle. Straight poplars have just sprouted leaves. Because of different varieties, the leaves of trees are different, big and small, and the colors are dark green and light green. The color and posture are not as good as willow, but the branches are upward, giving people a masculine beauty; Peach blossom powder powder in the spring rain, some have been spit out, some are in bud, passionate and full of youthful vitality; Pear flowers are all white as snow, and the rain falls on them, just like "pear flowers with tears"; It's just pale pink apricot flowers, which are fading, and the petals are falling with the rain.

In the field, green wheat fields are endless, and patches of rape flowers are dotted with them from time to time. Farmers, who dare not neglect, are busy in the fields, some wearing raincoats and some wearing straw hats, busy fertilizing and farming. It's really "a drizzly spring rain sprinkles the countryside, and a good rain knows when it bodes well"!

I was intoxicated in the drizzling spring rain by the Hutuo River. An idea came to my mind, naturally not like an art exhibition, but people are like brushes, depicting this blueprint incisively and vividly. !

Before you know it, it's time for school. I left here reluctantly and went to school on foot.

The spring rain is still falling, and I have a lot of thoughts. ...