1. Writing requirements of "In the Rain": 1. Describe 2.6 words or more in an appropriate environment

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the rain in spring is the softest. If the spring rain comes, you try to let the rain wipe your face. That feeling is gentle, just like mom touching your face gently, which is very comfortable. The grass and flowers will be more colorful with the spring rain. Spring rain is their nourishment.

It rains the most in summer. The rain hit the eaves, and the glass made a "Hua La" sound, which made people think that Xia Yu was like a crazy bee, constantly chirping. The taste of being hit in the face by summer rain is not good. It hurts like a small stone thrown in the face.

Autumn rain is a combination of spring rain and summer rain. Sometimes the autumn rain sweeps across the earth, but sometimes it falls like a wheeze. However, autumn rain is the messenger of harvest fruit. After the autumn rain, the farmer's uncle felt much more relaxed, because the harvest day has arrived.

The rain in winter, like an ancient woman, rarely shows up. If it rains in winter, it's probably snow. It fluttered in the sky. At this time, the children are happy and can have a good time again.

Rain brings freshness to our world. Every time it rains, the earth is as fresh as a filter.

Rain is weak, the lightest thing in the world, and it can't knock the heavy reinforced concrete building. Wawu, on the other hand, has raindrops on it, tinkling and immediately making a pleasant sound. People living in the hut also have the blessing of being close to nature in the rain. When the rain is sudden, the voice is generous and violent, like hundreds of horses singing together, like Ma Benteng. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker, and it seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in the ear in warm spring. The tiles seem to be specially set for the rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.

people like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. Old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier dreams"; The dying beauty has the bitterness of "and as raindrops brighten yellow leaves, the lamp illumines my white head"; Acacia lovers have the longing that "the phoenix tree is drizzling, and it will drip at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the reverie that "a small building listens to the spring rain all night, and a deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty".

Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.

In my spare time, I was lucky enough to return to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be a light rain that day, and I heard this familiar and unfamiliar rain. In the mist, there is a strange emotional appeal in the rain, which has not been communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. I have a carefree feeling of waking up from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after being confused.

oh, what I met in the rain was my self who had separated from time and space. It was telling me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me?

There is a saying: "Young people listen to the rain songs upstairs, and the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, listening to the rain in the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. " Different life circumstances make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the rushing of the true feelings and listening to the flowing of the years. Apart from the echoes of the years, the sound of the rain has also brought about the regret of the past and the melancholy of wanting to talk again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.

The sound of rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat ...

It's raining, so I reach out of the window and touch the heartbeat of the rain. A refreshing coolness suddenly purified all the ideas in my mind.

Rain people slide down the invisible slide in the sky, fall to the ground, and immediately splash a glittering and translucent spray. How happy they are!

I looked at all this happily, as if I had joined their team. We danced together and blossomed on the ground together.

there was a faint fragrance in the distance, which made me return to the original, deep into my heart and hard to erase.

the rain suddenly stopped, and I was shocked-the rain man disappeared, the splash disappeared, the singing and laughter disappeared, and nothing disappeared. I returned to the real world, and I was still me, a child with bones and flesh, not the crystal rain man just now. Everything just now, as if it were a wonderful dream, is still unfinished. Oh, it will rain again, and the rain man will fall from the sky again! 2. description of the environment for walking in the rain

It was raining at first, holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking alone in a lonely rain lane. Rain is a lonely Iraqi, swaying delicate steps and floating around the rain lane.

Wandering, waiting, she appears and floats like a lilac, and then dissipates in the "elegy of rain". Meet, brush, turn around, miss. I hope to meet a girl who is as sad as a lilac.

the loneliness of the rain, the shallowness of the rain and the sadness of the rain. She has the same color, fragrance and sadness as cloves, and my world is concentrated in short time.

a scar hangs in the corner. In this lonely rain lane, she is only faint occasionally. I still walk silently with sadness. When we reached the dilapidated fence, we walked through this rainy lane. In the sad song of the rain, I hope to float past a girl with a lilac-like knot,

still holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking alone in this rain lane, a dark blue tile house and a wet stone road. Simple old things, deep alleys. You are the walking scenery, and when you turn around and leave, it has disappeared without a shadow, but the rainy lane is destined to have an everlasting life. 3. Ask for an environmental description of the rain

It's raining harder and harder, which is really a heavy rain.

The bean-sized raindrops in the air obliquely hit the accumulated water on the road surface, causing numerous splashes. That spray is like a small fountain. When it falls on the ground, it becomes a transparent little hat.

in an instant, I cleaned a piece of land in front of my window. In the open flower bed, pearl-like raindrops are rolling on the delicate petals, and the delicate petals are suddenly dressed up more crystal clear and beautiful! A few drops of water fell from the sky, and suddenly I heard, "It's raining!" " Followed by thunder and heavy rain, the rain hit the banana leaves and made a "sound"; The rain made a "beep, beep" sound on the balcony; The rain hit the roof and made a "beep" sound; ..... interweave into a happy and harmonious symphony.

handfuls of umbrellas on the road are flowers, which are not afraid of rain or wind. Flowers flood into the campus, and the campus is full of beautiful flowers. The wind whistled in the rain; The grass is dancing in the rain; The trees are singing in the wind and rain. 4. Waiting for the environment description composition in the rain

Just arrived at the hotel, my mother and I climbed to the independent restaurant on the second floor along the arc-shaped stairs. I saw a black grand piano rippling with beautiful piano music, and the chic tables and chairs revealed a bit elegance. A beautiful oval side listed a lot of delicious food, such as fruit, bread, porridge and colorful, fragrant and delicious side dishes. Suddenly, my mother and I took plates and began to choose meals. I was surprised, nodded and readily agreed.

Mom sat down and said, "Go and get me some bacon and vegetables, add some ham and bread, and remember to make it look good!" God, my mother is so difficult to "serve". I clumsily made a platter for my mother, but my mother said, "Morning morning, why is it so ugly and I have no appetite?" Finally, I served my mother well, put some for myself and began to eat. My mother said, "Morning, go and get a bowl of Hu spicy soup for my mother!" Eating these things is a bit too dry. " I quickly held a small bowl, scooped up Hu spicy soup with a spoon, and poured it into the bowl. The mouth of the bowl was too small, and I shouted a lot outside. I was speechless. Who let me not really have a meal? What a shame! I'm so big that I can't even fill a bowl of soup!

Think about eating at home. Every time, my parents ask me to eat when they have finished cooking. When have I ever cooked for them? From now on, you can't just "talk" but "practice". You have to start with small things.

after eating Hu spicy soup, my mother said that she wanted a cup of water after dinner, and asked me to pour her a cup of black tea. I was holding a cup and trembling with a heavy teapot. A waiter aunt next to me saw that I was a little overwhelmed, so she quickly came to help, thanked her and gave her black tea. I was very happy to see her holding a teacup and enjoying tea leisurely. Only to find that there is not much left on my plate. Look at me, I take care of my mother very much, and I have forgotten myself. Please comfort myself quickly.

I put something I wanted to eat. Just after I put it down, my mother said, "Chenchen, please bring me some fruit." I haven't eaten anything yet. Boo-hoo, I took a plate and brought fruit to my mother. My mother began to eat. I quickly got myself a glass of milk. My mother said, "Morning, you forgot to put sugar in my black tea. It's thoughtless!" I hurried to get a small bag of white sugar for my mother. 5. Writing 7 words in the rain

Open your arms in the rain and ride a bike with a hug.

The hidden danger of safety can be put aside for a while, because my heart has been quietly filled with the abundant emotion brought by the rain. Happy raindrops beat on the happy face, and sad raindrops soothe the soft heart.

I am used to singing loudly in the rain when I am ecstatic, and I am used to feeling dejected in the rain when I am sad. Is rain a gift that is most relevant to human feelings? Free but priceless.

But you see, those who walk in a hurry in the rain, those who dodge around in the rain, those who hesitate and complain under the dripping eaves-haven't they received this wonderful gift? Why should they dodge and flee? It's better to resist than to accept. Nature is always generous to people.

If you can be grateful to God because you love the sunshine, don't curse "this damn weather!" because you hate the rain getting wet on your beautiful clothes. In the rain, sometimes all you can do is accept. Rainstorm has drowned the dreams of countless sailors. Whether you accept it or not, the rain is always like that.

Perhaps this furious rain is also a sincere gift from God to proud human beings. Free rain forces human beings to pay for shallow pride. It's more than that.

With the surging rain, there is poetry that God wants people to know. In the rain, people walk like children.

Turn the umbrella in your hand and step on the rhythm of "snapping" under your feet. The smooth beginning of life makes people want to thank the rain with joy.

the next step is to fall. Hard, so painful.

wounds and tears. And the rain has long been indifferent at this time.

how? Only pick up the wound by yourself and move on. The wound still hurts, but I want to thank you again.

this gratitude is completely different. And these are all given by rain, and they are the most abundant gifts given by nature.

everyone, please accept it quietly and savor it carefully, which is enough to spend your whole life. Known or unknown results, walk calmly or flee hastily.

the rain keeps falling, just like the sky is silent and only smiles. Life goes on, so does the rain.

we are all in the rain. 6. sentences describing the environment in the rain

drizzle, falling silently, like silver silk spit out by countless silkworm mothers.

tens of millions of filaments are floating in mid-air. The long veils are covered with black fields.

The silky light rain falls from the sky, and the raindrops are so small and the rain curtain is so dense that the mountains are covered with cicada-like white gauze. The rain is thin and cotton, like catkins floating in spring.

rain like fog, fog like rain, lingering continuously. In an instant, the raindrops became lines, and with a bang, the heavy rain poured down from the sky like the sky collapsed.

it's drizzling outside the window, and little drops of rain seem to accompany a small dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window. Beautiful flowers in the rain, just like wearing a crystal dress, are more delicate and charming.

Under the flashing of neon lights, raindrops shine like bright pearls, which seems more beautiful than precious stones and diamond rings. These "little pearls" seem to be dancing ballet beside them, and once they get up and down, they look like willow trees dancing with water droplets.

after the baptism of the spring rain, the air is fresh and moist, the leaves are green, the spring flowers are in full bloom and the grass is full of vitality. Naughty drizzle, began to drift, straight to the steaming pedestrian's face, giving people a cool feeling.

it's dripping, dripping. The sound is light and soft, like the sound of sprouting of grain seeds, like the sound of grass growing leaves, like the sound of the soil on the tip of bamboo shoots ... It is obviously spring rain, isn't it a symbol of the gentle character of spring? Fine rain silk weaves a huge rain curtain, connecting heaven and earth together, and splashing the scenery on the ground.

There is a vast expanse of pearl curtain hanging between heaven and earth. The rain fell on the opposite roof, splashing and covering the roof.

The rain started to flow down the eaves like a broken bead, and gradually became a line. More and more water on the ground merged into streams. The dripping road is like a sparkling river.

umbrellas held by people who have to go out are like petals floating on water waves; Occasionally passing vehicles are like boats shuttling in the water waves. It happened that the weather was not beautiful, and at about three o'clock, it began to drizzle, and the rain slowly fell on my face like smoke.

The raindrops were very heavy, and fell obliquely on the windowsill along with the wind, and watermarks immediately appeared on the dry blue bricks. I don't know when the spring rain began to fall. The rain was as light and thin as spun silk. I couldn't hear the intermittent sound or feel the dripping of the rain.

the heavy rain keeps pouring down, and the raindrops keep hitting the earth, as if there is a big watering can in the sky, showering the earth. Suddenly, raindrops as big as soybeans fell obliquely, and the ground blossomed everywhere like a pockmarked face.

the rain is getting heavier, more urgent and more oblique. In a short time, the water on the ground became a river.

when I went out, I found that it was raining harder than what I saw at home just now. From time to time, there was a gust of wind, which made me confused between the east and the west! I walked forward with my umbrella, listening to the sound of rain particles as big as beans hitting the umbrella, and I felt that the umbrella would fall apart in an instant. The dark clouds suddenly came down.

The dull thunder came from the northwest, and then, a string of raindrops as big as beans fell down. In an instant, a string of raindrops poured down. Rain, it helped the leaves to take a bath.

The original gray leaves have become as bright as jade, and they are completely new. Gradually, the wind weakened and the world became calm again.

looking around, the heavy rain is still falling, but the strong wind has disappeared completely. Raindrops are like broken beads.