As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". After a severe winter, how much crops are looking forward to the arrival of spring rain! At this time, the spring rain is like drops of dew, nourishing the earth. Look, the drizzle is falling, and the sound of "rustling sand, rustling sand" is like seeds sprouting, like grass pulling out young leaves, and like bamboo shoots rushing out of the ground.
Look, pink flowers are blooming on the peach tree not far away. Looking from a distance, it looks like a piece of hongxia. It is like a man walking in the desert, thirsty and dying, suddenly discovering the source of life and constantly sucking the sweet rain and dew.
On the green grass, all kinds of flowers bloom in the rain. Roses, Chinese rose flowers, winter jasmine flowers, lilies ... They are sitting around together, as if comparing beauty and discussing how to show people a more beautiful spring.
The previously sleeping field, awakened by the spring rain, has been covered with a soft carpet and green. Walking on it is soft and comfortable! Hard-working farmers look at the seedlings that thrive in the spring rain, and their hearts are sweeter than eating honey!
Spring rain moistens grass, flowers, trees and everything … I love spring, but I love spring rain more!
Composition about spring rain
I got up early in the morning and went downstairs to see that the ground was slightly wet and rainy. Thin rain, slightly cool, I didn't stop, trotted in the rain, crossed the road, ran south along the alley in the east of Shixiao, Zhaoyang, and reached the flood control corridor along the Wangjiatang River. The brick road on the embankment is wet, and the corridor made of stones is even more wet.
It's raining and rustling, and there are fewer people exercising. They walk back and forth on the embankment in twos and threes. Some are swinging their arms and striding; Some are running small steps and moving forward in pieces; But there are fewer people who twist their necks here in leg press at ordinary times.
Two young girls, stepping in a trot, the ponytail on their heads bounced and bounced, and there seemed to be rain and fog on their foreheads and hairlines, which were broken and shiny. The girl was relaxed and lively all the way, talking and laughing, with an MP3 player at her waist playing music. Running hot, one of the girls, but also tied the jacket around her waist, like a swinging skirt drag, more swaying posture.
Someone hung his coat on a bare branch at the edge of the corridor, hanging there alone, like a meditator leaning against a tree.
The poplar trees on the bank have emerged thin yellow leaves, hanging gently on the shore, and there is some breeze, but I want to stretch my dance, but I have a lazy spring sleep.
There are fewer big iron boats running on the river than usual, and the water surface is slightly wavy. The water on the river is connected with the hair and sand in the sky, and there is a fog. Looking far away, it is misty and misty.
The houses, roads and trees on both sides on the other side are covered with a layer of water vapor, which is an ink-and-wash picture of misty and rainy water towns, with a moist feeling. In the distance, there is a mist of black land and wheat seedlings and vegetables on the black land.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Didi Tata, the leaves are wet and washed, which makes your eyes shine. The water droplets washed from the leaves rolled on the leaves, and the racket rolled to the ground. There is also a splash on the river, one after another, and all of them are colorless fragrance.
Over there, someone is walking through with an umbrella, and the dripping tower smells moist.
"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens, it sneaks into the night as you see it, moistening things silently." I heard the sound of immature reading coming from Zhaoyang Shixiao.
Spring Composition: Spring after Rain
Sister Chun came, and it was drizzling in the boundless sky.
After a light rain, the sky was as blue as wash, and white clouds decorated the sky more beautifully. Sister Rainbow, come out to play with the birds. The birds are sitting on Sister Rainbow and playing happily. Grandpa Shan smiled, too. Look! His rolling body was turned green with laughter. Look, a bird is tired of flying. It flies to the shady Woods. Trees are like handfuls of green parasols. The bird flies into the nest and falls asleep for a while.
The earth is full of colorful flowers, including winter jasmine, plum blossom, pear blossom and peach blossom. The flowers after the rain are crystal clear and beautiful. There are many small animals playing games on the grass, kittens are fishing, squirrels are racing with rabbits, and dogs are sleeping on the grass across the river. The little monkey is making a face with the river as a mirror!
The river is crystal clear, like a transparent blue silk, lying quietly in the embrace of the earth, and a group of small fish are swimming around in the water, very happy.
Spring is so nice! I wish it were spring all the year round.
2. Urgent use of spring is the gentlest season of the year. The wind is mild and the rain is tender. On such days, the grass begins to turn green gradually, the trees quietly sprout, the swallows that have gone south fly back, and they are constantly shuttling through the rain. What about the flowers? Like a girl, she poked her head out first, and when she touched the clothes of the wind and the feet of the rain, she hurried to be shy and converge her eyelids. Who couldn't be moved by that kind of femininity and resentment?
Then, in the soft call of the wind and the knock of the rain, she lazily opened the curtain, slowly stretched her soft waist, and opened her tiny mouth to suck the water drops in spring, until her little face was as beautiful as a full moon. On such a day, rain is extremely precious. There is a saying that "spring rain is as expensive as oil". This truth is extremely accurate. If there is no spring rain, everything in the world may not wake up in time, and the crops in this field will not be watered in time. If the crops grow badly, the farmers will lose their income, and there will be more disappointment and sighs.
Spring is beautiful, and the spring rain is timely. The rain is so continuous, so thin, as fine as a needle, as thin as a thread, and the needle thread weaves everything natural, as beautiful as a painting. The rain in spring is subtle and affectionate. When it is subtle, it is just like a silk thread. When it floats in the air, it can't be found. Only after touching people, you will feel it slowly, because the tiny rain drops down your hair. When you are passionate, you are just so silent and silent, quietly nourishing everything, urging new buds and blossoming flowers. Look, the mountains are everywhere, and the new green is like the rising sea water, quickly filling the hillside, and the open flowers are all so delicate and charming.
This rain, like an affectionate girl, keeps getting close to nature, making bloom trees green, reviving everything, and opening the mouth of the frozen river, making people happy and making men and women feel ashamed. Rain's hand is gentle. Inadvertently, it brushed your forehead, touched your heart, dispelled your melancholy and let your sadness go.
Rain is an antidote, which can untie the knot in your heart and let you get out of the gloom and move towards a brilliant tomorrow.
Spring rain: 1 Listen, the pattering sound, and the crackling sound. This is the symphony played by the familiar spring rain. Spring rain gives us vitality, which gives the world vitality. Spring rain moistens the earth and the earth sucks the spring rain. Under the shower of spring rain, the grass rushes out of the bondage of the earth and sticks its head out. It waved a dance skirt to let people compare Miss Chun and her dancing. Under the crystal clear' Pearl', the flowers are indispensable to their own unique charm. This needle-like spring rain falls on the flowers and rolls on them, which can't help but make people look at it in detail. The pine shirts, which are evergreen trees all the year round, have also undergone great changes under the shower of spring rain. They have put on new green clothes and are facing it seriously.
Looking at this spring rain, I think: the plan of the year lies in spring. We must cherish the present spring, let the spring rain bathe our growth and make contributions to the construction of the motherland. The rain in spring is a key. It is sweet and fragrant. Gently, gently, while you pay attention, it opens the door of spring.
In the spring rain, there is a box of colorful pigments. You see, it gave pink to peach trees. Pink peach trees are smiling like girls' faces.
It gave white to pear trees, and white pear flowers hung there like small white handkerchiefs. Winter jasmine girls get more colors, golden, light yellow and orange.
The beautiful winter jasmine girl nodded frequently in the spring rain.
The spring rain hides a very good smell. Jasminum nudiflorum is fragrant, and there are apricot flowers and Chinese rose flowers.
A lot of fragrant smells are hiding in small raindrops! Children's feet are often hooked by fragrance. The rain in spring blows a colorful trumpet, which tells everyone that summer is coming.
People put on half sleeves, and willows and poplars spit out catkins and catkins to let children have a good time. The spring rain brings a colorful song to the earth and a happy song to the children.
I seem to love listening to the sound of rain, just like listening to the voice of nature. Sometimes, I will blend myself into it and let my thoughts fly in the intermittent rain ... In my memory, the arrival of rain is always accompanied by an indescribable strange emotion. The cloud gradually hangs down, half covers the sky, and a cool breeze blows gently, and the rain comes, very thin and dense, like powder. Wet smoke, and the sound of rain is beautiful music, don't believe it? Look: Swallows are dancing with the accompaniment of spring rain! With the arrival of spring, naturally, the pure rain, which is as expensive as oil, comes slowly. The rain and fog are misty, and the beads of rain string into a heavy rain curtain, which covers everything like smoke ... Spring rain is not as unrestrained as summer rain, not as deep as autumn rain, but rather as gentle and brilliant as its own.
On the contrary, our world has ushered in a new hope, and we have new challenges! The sound of rain can calm our hearts, and it will make us not feel depressed, but face the self-confidence in the future instead. Friend, remember this wonderful space! And think about it, know it, and it will bring infinite light and wisdom to you in confusion and darkness! Summer rain 1 Today, I was standing on the balcony and the wind was blowing.
Suddenly, a few rain stars fell on my head. Before I recovered, the downpour began to fall like crazy.
I was caught off guard, and my clothes were almost wet by the rain, so I hurried into the house. It's strange that instead of being angry, I am interested in the rain and want to enjoy it.
The rain in summer is really different, just like Miss Xia's tears as big as soybeans. It follows her unruly and * * * temper, and it is extremely explosive, which makes people unprepared. Look at the ground, the rain hits the ground hard, and there are countless blisters on it, as if Miss Xia is venting her unhappiness.
Look at the sky again, it is even more terrible. The dark clouds in the sky are like a runaway Tianma, rolling in like a tide, devouring the whole blue sky without leaving a gap. From time to time, a dazzling flash of lightning pierced the sky, followed by an explosion of thunder, showing that Xia girl's anger has arrived.
Looking at it, it is raining harder and harder, and a layer of rain curtain covers the window so tightly that things outside can hardly be seen. Come as soon as you say it, and leave as soon as you say it.
Not long after it rained, the rain slowly stopped, the dark clouds dispersed and the thunder became less and less. I opened the door on the balcony again, and went out, and a cool breeze came on my face, much stronger than the wind before the rain.
The rain on the roof spouted down and interwoven into a beautiful symphony. It seems that Xia girl's mood is much better.
The rain in summer is really strange, which is interesting and lovely. In a sultry summer, I suddenly saw dark clouds and yellow sand all over the sky on my balcony, which made people feel scared. It can be said that "the rain is coming and the wind is full."
"Bang, bang, bang, bang ...", "Wow!" I cried out in surprise, "The Storm Corps is coming." Suddenly, lightning illuminates the heavy rain, thunder cheers for the heavy rain, the strong wind clears the way for the heavy rain, and the heavy rains come in a mighty way.
Some of them rushed into the pond, and the water in the pond quickly overflowed; Some get into the soil, and the soil will soon be full; Others ran to the plants, and the plants became moist and lush ... When the rain groups came home, the rain on the roof was still rushing to the ground through the sewer pipe, and it cleared up; Clouds have cleared, and the sky has set up a colorful rainbow! Count, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple are exactly seven colors. After a storm, it clears up, which reminds me of a sentence, "How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?"
Summer rain can be said to come and go in a hurry; The weather is dull before the summer rain, and the air is cool after the rain; In summer, if it rains less, it will be dry, and if it rains more, it will cause floods. Summer rain makes me like it and makes me worry! Autumn rain 1 accompanied by a few sounds of shock and fatigue, summer went away with a bang, but I didn't expect that autumn would fall from raindrops-although.
4. The characteristics of the spring rain The composition details describe the spring rain
I like rain, especially the drizzle in spring.
"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." How well Du Fu wrote this poem! Yes, after the severe winter, the spring rain, like smoke, quietly came to the world. He urged the earth to wake up, and he added vitality to spring. Whenever this time, I like to walk in the rain and enjoy the beautiful patterns woven by fine spring rain.
Look! The drizzle covered the earth like smoke and gauze, making it look picturesque. The drizzle moistens the willow, the willow wakes up, the willow branches soften and spit out the buds as big as rice grains; The breeze blows the Buddha, swaying gently, like a group of fairies in gauze skirts dancing. As if someone was in command, the birds flapped their wings, let go of their voices on the willow branches and sang the praises of spring happily. Winter jasmine couldn't help smiling, and the tender green grass touched by the rain was not to be outdone. She shook herself out of the ground and covered the earth with a furry green dress. Ah! How beautiful! This tree, this flower and this grass constitute a beautiful picture that only the spring rain can describe!
Look! Children are also attracted, shaking in the spring rain with small umbrellas of red, sky blue and crimson, so many, so beautiful ... There is a man with glasses among the children-isn't that our teacher? Ah! Teacher, isn't the spring rain your incarnation? Aren't you selflessly watering the flowers of the motherland like the spring rain? 2. The spring rain is falling outside the window, and my mother asked me to buy a bottle of vinegar. So I went out with an umbrella.
The spring rain is still so dense and unhurried. This is like the tip of a needle, like the hair of an ox, and the rain drops from the air, as if to cover the heaven and earth with a layer of transparent gauze, making everything look hazy, as if being in a dreamlike fairy tale world.
I simply put away my umbrella and walked in this continuous spring rain. A spring breeze with a little warmth blew over, and spring breeze and spring rain immediately blended together. I don't know whether it was spring breeze with spring rain or spring rain wrapped in it. In short, it gives people a feeling of spring and relaxation.
Inadvertently, I saw a few wild flowers and a piece of grass in the corner, enjoying the spring showers. You see, this originally sparse grass has become particularly lush and green after the baptism of spring rain; This beautiful flower has become more delicate and charming after the spring rain. At this time, I can't help but think of Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night: Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
People often say that "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". With the nourishment of the spring rain, I believe that by autumn, there will be a fruitful and gratifying harvest scene in the fields.
5. 600-word composition on rainy scenery in junior middle school spring, spring rain twilight
It's already evening, and it's still drizzling endlessly outside. Sitting at the window, I just stare blankly at the water dripping from the tree on the grass, enjoying the silence in the house and resting my tired ears and brain.
A gust of wind blew on my face, and I immediately came to my senses. Why not go out for fun? Taking advantage of the quietest moment, I went out. Sure enough, the fresh air outside restored my energy, and I wandered in the spring breeze and enjoyed the breath of spring. Rain is still falling, falling, dotted with spring, dyed green in spring, the earth is covered with grass, and trees grow tender leaves. Stepping on the tender grass, I saw that the grass leaves were covered with water droplets, which bent them. Walking on the grass to the field, I saw a green field in early spring, covered with grass on the ridge and beside the pond. Grass and leaves together form a green world.
Standing on the ridge, I saw the whole village immersed in misty rain. The field is covered with a layer of smoke, which is misty, like a wildly exaggerated ink painting. The houses in the countryside are hidden in the trees, and many houses are covered by trees, leaving only a roof exposed. Next to the trees is a layer of water mist, which adds a bit of fairyland feeling to the village. Above the trees and the roof, the sky is covered by clouds as the background, and the gray sky has no noise, which covers the whole world in the misty rain and makes the village more peaceful.
Looking at the roadside, although there are occasional people riding by, there is no noise, no harassment or damage, and the environment is still so elegant and quiet. The fine spring rain washes the dust for the secular world, washes away all the chaos and makes the world peaceful and quiet. Pedestrians on the road are walking in a hurry, and they are not interested in enjoying the beautiful scenery in the misty rain.
In the Woods, there is naturally a layer of water mist hanging over it. Rain falls on the leaves and drips under the trees, making the air in the forest fresher. Some water droplets flow down the trunk to the roots, making the tree as if it had just come out of the water and soaked through. Raindrops fell on the path in the forest, leaving no soil on the sand path in the pine forest. Walking on the road, occasionally a few stout roots drill out of the soil and cross the road, and raindrops are on it, making it very slippery. If you stand on it at this time, it is difficult to stand firm. From time to time, raindrops fell on my head, and I suddenly felt particularly cool.
The rain continued to fall, falling, thin and soft. There were several calls of birds in the rain. Listening to this familiar voice, I felt a thrill. I heard this kind of voice when I was a child, all during the rain, and I was very impressed by the environment at that time. Hearing this kind of voice, it seems that I returned to my childhood and felt the atmosphere, environment and mood at that time. This kind of feeling can't be expressed in words, this kind of atmosphere can't be described in words, this kind of environment can't be described in pictures, and you can only experience this meaningful and unspeakable artistic conception with your heart. A strong atmosphere surrounds me, and now I can not only feel the desolation at that time, but also feel the excitement of returning to my childhood and regret the fleeting time. Cherish the time to experience the freshness of childhood and the feeling now. For a long time, when the atmosphere around me calmed down, I walked quietly, and I didn't walk much, and I have returned to the grass at my doorstep.
Standing on the grass, looking at the village immersed in the misty rain, I feel particularly quiet. It's getting dark, and every household gradually lights up, and the light shines from the window. Although the light is dim, it can still arouse my mood. I stared at the dim light and experienced the atmosphere under the light with my heart, as if the air had condensed. At this time, my thoughts returned to my childhood. What impressed me most at that time was the light. In my memory, I can always find such a light, which accompanied me through night after night. I always look at this light and enter into infinite reverie. In my opinion, this light is the brightest light in the world, which can't be compared with any lamp. This light shines into my heart and stirs up the fire of my life. Under the light, no matter how cold it is, no matter how noisy the scene is, as long as I look at the light or the light shines on me, I feel extremely quiet. It always looks at me on the roof, observes my every move, listens to my heart, dispels the fear in my heart, and maintains a pure land in my heart. It has become an indispensable part of my childhood. Now, when I see this light again, I have a kind feeling. Now, it is no longer me sitting under this light. It may be difficult to find someone who looks at the light like me. Even if there is, it is not such a dim light. But now, besides me, there are spring breeze, spring rain and the whole village. The light came out of the window, lit up the window, shone on my head, and a strong atmosphere surrounded me, not only me, but also the whole village. This yellow light set off a quiet and harmonious village night.
In the face of this atmosphere, I wrote a poem and sighed: a little light aroused my thoughts, brought me to my memory, and recalled my eyes under the light; A wisp of spring breeze blows into my heart, blowing me into my childhood and enjoying the activity on the grass; A bird called out my memory and called me back to my childhood to feel the silence and imaginary beauty in the world before the bleak sunset rain. In the spring breeze, in the birdsong, I stood quietly, feeling everything about my childhood, staring under the light, the grass in the spring breeze and the raindrops in the birdsong, all of which surfaced in my mind. In this unusually silent world, the spring rain washed my mind and washed away all the chaos. I stared at the scenery in front of me motionless, enjoying the most silent moment, and my heart was intoxicated when I was young, forever, forever ...
6. Listen to the composition describing the light rain in spring. The crisp tick is that we are singing; Listen, the rhythmic sound of raindrops is what we are playing.
I am the raindrop that brings life to the earth and life to the grass in spring.
Every spring, we will come, wake up the earth and let the flowers bloom. The earth woke up, the flowers opened, and the grass and small trees sprouted. They danced and laughed together in the spring breeze, as if to say, "Thank you, Xiaoyu!" " My friends and I called the birds, and they sang happily on the branches together. The ticking and the chirping of the birds formed a spring concert, "Gung, Gung, Gung ……" Oh, it's frogs cheering for us and wishing the array! Grass, small trees, flowers, the earth and spring breeze are our most loyal audiences.
The concert is still going on, and the audience cheers for us: the grass is swaying in the breeze, the young trees are dancing their branches in the spring breeze, the flowers are full of bright smiles, Grandpa Earth is happy to bloom, and Grandpa Sun laughs when he sees this.
Spring is coming! Spring is coming! It is our language, which makes people feel the beauty and splendor of spring!
Every spring, we are happiest! I thank spring for giving me this sacred mission and strength!
7. How to write a composition about spring rain?
The rain in spring is a gong and drum. Bang, bang, while you were not paying attention, you knocked on the door of spring. In the spring rain, there is a box of colorful pigments. You see, she gave the green to the wheat seedlings, and the green wheat seedlings floated in the wind, bringing the coolness of spring. She gave yellow to rape flowers, yellow flowers.
Children are swinging in the rain, getting rid of the cold in winter. She gave the red to the rose, and the red rose smiled happily. White is for magnolia. White magnolia is like a girl in a white dress, dancing in the rain. . The spring rain hides a very good smell. The fragrance of flowers and plants, the smell of earth, sweet honey, and many, many sweet smells are all hidden in small raindrops! The spring rain blew a trumpet and a swallow, telling everyone that summer is coming. The little snake took off his "cotton coat" and put on his "shirt". Little frogs, poplars and willows are all dressed in green. They are all preparing for the summer. Spring rain brings a green ocean to the earth and beautiful flowers to children.