Spring rain, there is a box of colorful pigments, look! She gives the grass green, and the green grass is like a carpet. Weave, weave, weave into the breath of spring. She gave pink to the peach blossom, which looks like a smiling face. Laugh and laugh. Laughter brings the warmth of spring. White represents pear flowers. Look! Pear blossoms are like a white ocean! Wildflowers have more colors! Yellow, blue, purple, gold ... what a beautiful flower bed!
There are charming scenery in the spring rain: green hills, happy birds … These scenery often hook children's feet.
The spring rain blew the little green trumpet: Didi Dada. When the frog heard this, he jumped out of the hole and ended his hibernation. Hearing this, the pine and cypress took off their thick clothes ...
Spring rain has brought vibrant songs to nature, but it has brought us cheerful songs!
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2. Describe the scenery. It rains in spring. A composition with associations. The pattering sound came from the roof and woke up a-mei in her sleep.
She stood up and listened carefully. The iron roof was rattled by the heavy rain, and soon the sound became as scary as a waterfall.
A-mei covered her ears and turned on the music on her mobile phone, but it still didn't work. I can't hear the music at all, and the eardrum is full of the loud noise of pouring rain hitting the eaves.
A-mei went to the balcony, and a big pond had accumulated downstairs. Pedestrians on the road walked like flies and disappeared into the white rain curtain.
The rain hangs like a curtain, and there is no wind. Straight rain rushed to the ground, splashing knee-high.
The drain pipe on the roof is flushing outward, and the outlet is too late to discharge water. The water was hit in a circle and kept hitting the wall. The weeds in the cracks in the wall were crushed by the heavy rain, and some even broke their waists.
The damp breath blew on a-mei's arm. A-mei shivered and turned back to the house.
The iron roof constantly amplified the sound of the rainstorm, and A-mei seemed to get into a big horn, so she had to lie down on the bed and cover her head.
The rainstorm lasted for more than an hour before it showed some signs of stopping. A-mei was walking on the road, and the water had reached her ankle. I don't know who put two bricks in the pond, but A-mei crossed the road on the bricks.
3. Description: Spring consists of rainy spring rain.
In the spring of March, I didn't see lightning break the light blue sky, nor did I hear thunder break the silence around me. Raindrops put on glittering and translucent coats and fell to the ground.
Spring rain is like ox hair, like a flower needle, fluttering and sprinkling, washing away the dust of nature. I hummed the song "Where is Spring?" and listened to the sound of raindrops beating on the window. ...
The willow opened its mouth and greedily sucked the nutrients of the spring rain. Wicker dances its small body, as if welcoming the arrival of spring. In the spring rain, the grass shook its slender waist after sleeping for a winter and enjoyed the dew of the spring rain straight. By the river, a group of snow-white swans flapped their pure wings, and then you chased me, as if there was an internal quarrel; Suddenly, they stopped and began to swim on the water. A breeze blew, the calm lake rippled in the blink of an eye, swans left the water in horror and flew far away ... Swallows shuttled back and forth in the rain, trying to cut the endless spring rain like scissors' tails. At this moment, I remembered an ancient poem by He: I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Walking in the street, people held spotted umbrellas, stepped in small puddles and gradually began to spray water. "Tick-tock" This is the sound of raindrops falling to the ground. I put down my umbrella and watched the misty rain, so that the cold raindrops only felt a little cool on my tongue.
The light rain in spring is falling, fluttering and hazy. Come when you say it, leave when you say it, and come in a hurry.
The composition describing the scenery of spring rain got up early in the morning and went downstairs to see that the ground was slightly wet and it was raining.
Thin rain, slightly cool, I didn't stop, trotted all the way in the rain, crossed the road, ran south along the alley of Shixiaodong in Zhaoyang, and arrived at the flood control corridor along the Wangjiatang River. The brick road on the embankment is wet, and the corridor made of stone is even more wet.
It's raining, rustling and there are fewer people exercising. They walked back and forth on the riverbank in twos and threes. Some are swinging their arms and striding forward; Some run in small steps and move forward one by one; But there are fewer people who twist their necks here in leg press at ordinary times.
Two young girls, trotting, ponytails jumping on their heads, as if there were rain and fog on their foreheads and hairlines, broken and bright. The girl was relaxed and lively all the way, talking and laughing, and playing music with an MP3 player at her waist.
Running hot, one of the girls, but also tied the coat around her waist, like a swaying skirt dragging, more swaying posture. Someone hung his coat on a bare branch near the corridor, hanging there alone, like a meditator leaning against a tree.
Thin yellow leaves have emerged from the poplar trees on the shore, hanging gently on the shore, and there is still 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 fog. Looking from a distance, it is foggy.
The houses, roads and trees on both sides of the other bank are covered with a layer of water vapor, which is an ink painting of a misty and rainy water town with a moist feeling. In the distance is the black land and the mist of wheat seedlings and vegetables on the black land.
It's raining harder and harder. Didi Tata, the leaves are wet and washed, which makes your eyes shine. The water drops washed from the leaves rolled onto the leaves, and the racket rolled to the ground.
The river is also splashed with water, one after another, all with colorless fragrance. Someone walked by with an umbrella over there, and the dripping tower smelled damp.
"Good rain knows the season. When spring comes, as you can see, you sneak into the night and moisten things silently." I heard the sound of immature reading from Zhaoyang Primary School.
In my impression, that spring rain always falls gently on that early spring night, as if it brought people unexpected surprises; It seems that she is afraid of disturbing the dream of the world, so she is so quiet, caressing the thirsty earth and mountains like a filament, wetting every corner. When I get up in the morning, the first thing I see is the bright green of spinach and shallots in the garden.
The delicate green is in sharp contrast with the yellow border stalk next to it, as delicate and touching as a natural landscape painting. Looking at other places, all kinds of grass and small wild vegetables have emerged, as if a child who had slept all night had a comfortable stretch after waking up and arched soft and moist soil from the light green or lavender leaves.
It's not very warm at this time. Even if the sun is shining, there is still a chill in the spring breeze, so the peach blossoms and apricot blossoms are not open, and only small lavender buds appear on the branches. The earliest flowers were some old cabbages planted by my mother on the sunny side of the fence to grow rapeseed. Several tender stems stretched out from the cabbage, and in a few days, clusters of small golden flowers blossomed.
As soon as the flowers opened, butterflies and bees buzzed, flew out of nowhere and danced around clusters of yellow flowers. The sensible spring rain receded before people woke up, which did not delay the villagers' work the next day.
Many times when I wake up in the morning, it is gone, the rain has stopped, and the sky washed by spring rain is so blue that people are enchanted. At this time, our favorite thing to do is to dig sprouts in the field with a small wicker basket.
The air in the field is clear, the wheat seedlings are green, the wind is warm, and the little lark sings crisp. The fresh air mixed with soil and the fragrance of various weeds or cold-resistant flowers suddenly went straight into the nose.
Take a deep breath, as if suddenly smelling the breath of spring. We ran wildly on the soft ridge with a small basket on our backs until the shadows on the ground were short, only to realize that we didn't dig a few bitter bean sprouts.
So I stopped jumping and began to look for tender and bitter bean sprouts carefully. Bitter weeds stick out purple buds from fluffy and loose soil, carefully dig down along the buds, gently shake off the soil, and unsheathed bitter weeds appear in front of you.
Put it carefully in the basket, just like gently putting a sleeping baby. When hungry, bitter bean sprouts only cover the bottom of the basket.
When I got home, I was always scolded by adults, but with the basket of tender and bitter vegetables as a cover, I was scolded a little less than usual. It is a good dish to wash the bitter vegetable buds with clear water several times, put them on a plate and dip them in soy sauce.
But I seldom eat it, because it is too bitter to appreciate the beauty of wild vegetables. Only grandma likes it best. She said that bitter vegetables can reduce fire and improve eyesight, so most of the bitter vegetables we dug were filial to grandma.
This year's spring rain has not yet fallen, although it is time for "good rain to know the season".
5. A composition describing the natural landscape in spring, 450 words, about the first spring rain. I like cold winter, hot summer and cool autumn, but I prefer the tenderness of spring and the continuous drizzle of spring. The spring rain falls quietly, like a needle tip, as light as an ox hair and as light as smoke. The buds on the branches leaned out of their lovely little heads slightly, looked at me quietly and smiled. The rain fell naughtily on them. The wind doll is so naughty, it is raining everywhere, falling on the tree, on the grass and on my face. Inadvertently looked up and saw a new green in the distance. That is a tree, a grass, an angel in spring. I can't help walking there quickly. Hey, where is the grass? I want to know, why are they missing? On closer inspection, a smile appeared unconsciously on my lips. The grass is too small, it is light green from a distance, but it can't be seen clearly when you look closer. I took a deep breath and was intoxicated. How charming this strange scenery is! Looking up, I saw a layer of aperture on the edge of the cloud, which was the light of the sun. Oh, how strange and wonderful the scenery is! The rain is falling quietly. This spring rain drives away the traces of winter, makes spring more beautiful and makes people love spring more. Look! Trees shoot green buds, grass drills out of the ground, and even buildings seem to straighten their backs. What a refreshing experience! In spring, when the first spring rain comes, we don't need to worry about unpleasant things, because when the first spring rain comes, people's hearts have been washed, right? The first spring rain represents a new beginning. There are all kinds of rains all year round. However, I only like the first affectionate drizzle in spring ... Spring rain "Sasha Vujacic ...", Spring rain girl quietly scattered countless rain dolls on the earth, sweeping away the dust of mother earth; Watered the flowers and trees and gave them a refreshing bath; Fish have more friends at home and swim more happily ... I woke up in my dream, and I don't know when it began to rain in Mao Mao outside the window, but I couldn't hear a sound, as if nothing had happened. It's really "moistening things silently"! Although spring has come, it is still very cold. Some plants and trees seem to tremble in the cool breeze. "It's so cold ..." At that time, the spring rain came, so give them a warm "hot bath". They are very comfortable. It's really "clear as spring rain"! Some dying plants are very thirsty. How much they want a drink of water. When they were all thirsty, Miss Chunyu scattered the sweet rain and dew she brought to the earth. The plant that drank enough water was full of energy and said excitedly, "Thank you, Miss Chunyu!" " Miss Chun Yu smiled knowingly when she saw them happy. It's really "spring rain is as expensive as oil"! Looking out of the window, Miss Chunyu is helping others, and the plants on the balcony can't help laughing happily. They straightened their backs, became greener and more lush, and were all moved by Miss Chunyu's unknown spirit. Soon, Miss Chun left quietly. The sky and the earth gradually became clear under the intermittent watering of Miss Chun Yu, and the air was particularly fresh, and the smell of thick automobile exhaust could not be smelled. Smell the flowers. The sky is wet, very wet. I think it's time for the swallows to fly back and enjoy the boundless breath of spring brought by the spring rain. The spring rain came quietly, silently doing countless good things for the earth and mankind, but leaving no sound ... I don't understand why the spring rain did good things but didn't return them. Oh, it turned out to be like an unknown and selfless soldier in this "thunder". I also want to learn from Chun Yu and be a good boy like Lei Feng.
6. Write a composition with the raindrops in spring, but there is such a beautiful voice hidden in my ears. It is the raindrops in the rustling sand in spring, and there is a beautiful oil painting printed in my heart. It is the golden spring flowers covered with raindrops, shining in the sunshine after the rain.
The light rain in spring is gentle and charming. If you reach out and catch the drizzle and put it in your hand drop by drop, there will be no coolness. Gently stick it on your cheek and you will feel the warmth of the drizzle. Hold your breath, take a deep breath and smell the spring. The light rain fell on the park visitors and wet their clothes, but they were still walking in the rain unconsciously.
The light rain in spring is clean and beautiful. Light rain drops on the eaves of blue bricks and red tiles, painting the eaves very brightly; Raindrops are scattered on the glass window, and the sound of ticking is like a beautiful music, which polishes the window brightly; Raindrops fell on the pond by the roadside, and the water surface splashed with ripples, one after another, fascinating.
7. The composition describing the scenery in spring was covered with 500 words of rain. Like layers of unavoidable fog, this time it is entangled. Boys and girls on campus walk in the rain without umbrellas. The rain in the sky seems to weave a transparent curtain for them, and the gray city becomes hazy in the rain curtain.
The air seems to be getting cold, and I can no longer smell the warm breath of the other day. My arm seems numb in the cold, as if I lost consciousness in an instant. I really want to straighten up and catch the erratic raindrops in the air. Like my own love, I fight for it, open my hands and only catch cruel air.
After being washed by rain and dew, the grass in spring is green and full of vitality. Under the nourishment of rain, efforts grow higher and higher. The bare playground, now seen from a distance, actually has a layer of green, which makes life suddenly emerge at that moment.
The sky brought by the rain is gray and gloomy. I squinted at the sky, but I couldn't see any life. The gray sky can only show a glimmer of life against the dripping rain. Just like a child who is losing his temper, the rainy sky has many mysteries. There are thick clouds in the sky, and you can't see the depths at all, and you can't see its bright and thorough eyes.
The peach tree at the door has blossomed, with pink petals and orange stamens. Rain drops on the petals, and before it can stay, it will fall mercilessly. And that flower seems to be in line with the idea of mercy everywhere, secretly stained with a few drops of dew, full of vitality. Peach trees are full of green buds. With bright peach blossoms, it is crisp and colorful against the rain.
Under the infection of the sky and rain, my mood seems a little sad. The slightest rain seems to make the temperature gloomy with its mood. Standing in the rain, I can't help shivering. I thought silently, is it another year of cold spring? We are all children of God, and we all want to use our limited strength to resist this cold spring rain. Despite efforts, it ended in failure again. I felt a little sad and helpless in my heart, but I was conquered again.
The busy campus is quiet and serene under the influence of this quietly scattered rain. Looking at the people coming and going around and the solemn buildings, my heart gradually became quiet and deep. Not so frivolous, not so arrogant.
I slowly recall in my mind, feeling that my memory is in chaos, and I want to have such a light rain in my heart. Wash away the long-standing obscurity, let your heart bask in the sun, feel the long-lost warm taste, look at the green of spring, the red of spring, and everything is gorgeous.
It is God's grace to all sentient beings that has rained down and lubricated the impetuous sentient beings and impetuous hearts in the world. A slowly falling spring rain seems to have taken away the troubles in the world. Homeopathy also tells people to be quiet, slow down the pace of life, and slowly taste the world that is not cloudy, full of sunshine, quiet and peaceful.
At this time, in this silent world, the rain has stopped. Heart, also follow slowly quiet.
8. Composition describing spring scenery [Composition describing spring scenery] Spring is everywhere, but the most beautiful spring is really in the countryside. In the blue sky, there are white and flawless clouds inlaid with each other. They have no lines, just like rendering with pigments, and they are mixed with each other. Under the breeze, some run like sheep on the blue grassland; Have a plenty of Malik Pentium, dust like waves; Others are like a jade dragon soaring in the air. Its majestic posture, amazing speed and thrilling roar make people uneasy! In the distance, green hills can be seen faintly. They are continuous, just like young people holding hands and singing the glory of spring! In the breeze, butterflies dance with wicker; The fiery peach trees add some beauty and vitality to the dazzling spring. The burning snowflakes are competing to open, emitting bursts of fragrance. Green grass, with the wind blowing, holds hands and sings for spring. This reminds me of the poet Bai Juyi's poem "The grass on Yuan Ye comes and goes with the seasons". This shows the vitality of grass, as well as the vitality of green leaves and animals. A few pairs of lively and exquisite swallows flew from the south, adding a lot of vitality and color to the spring scenery! Some fly from the rice fields here to the willows there in an instant; Some flitted around in the sky, twittering as if singing and dancing, and became lovely little actors between heaven and earth; Some swept across the lake, and the red belly occasionally touched the water surface, and then swept to the sky, flying freely, leaving elegant ripples. One by one, the little frogs woke up from hibernation, jumped out of their caves and breathed in fresh air. One song after another, wow, one song after another, makes up a sweet spring hymn. Orioles, sparrows, orioles, blue sky, white clouds, green grass and green leaves, together with vibrant animals, naturally form a spectacular and beautiful picture! Spring, bright spring, mild spring, came back and came to my side. You are always dancing gently in the mountains, so close and kind. You can't forget that intoxicating dream. I wandered among the trees in search of charming spring scenery. I set foot in a deep valley. I followed the mountain and went upstream. A small ribbon with a poetic and warm wind gently brushed my cheek. It's refreshing and I can't get tired of watching it. It represents the color of life and nature. After the long winter, the long-lost green has regained its brightness. Cicada caught up with me when she stopped in the forest to ask questions. I sang the story of spring, thinking about the happiness of summer. There are also many birds' harmonies, which make people never tire of hearing them. Sometimes I shuttle through the Woods, and sometimes I climb up. Stepping on the soil is spring, full of the meaning of spring, becoming moist and energetic. There is a small clear spring flowing in the valley, which keeps flowing downwards, flows into my heart and moistens my heart. If I drink old wine that has been cellared for years, it will make me a little drunk. I look forward to the future as if heaven and earth were on my chest. I seem to be the mountain god in charge of the lush forest. I'm always a little proud when I think about it. The sly old tree didn't trip me. Although my knee is bruised; My hand was cut; The higher the mountain, the more difficult it is to breathe; Sweat drips like water. But they all died for the struggle. Fight against self and nature. Always set your eyes on the top of the mountain, the goal is there, the highest end of the mountain! They said, "The benevolent enjoys Leshan, while the wise enjoys water." Today, I walked around the room and absorbed the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon! Springs are tinkling into life, and mountains and rivers are vast in my heart. This is the fun of spring outing! You can see beautiful spring scenery through my window. Rows of trees like soldiers have been struggling in the severe winter, and then they will grow leaves, just like a perfect military uniform, which will warm these soldiers who have survived the slow and long severe winter. The birds are fed up with sulking in their nests. Their fresh air and a touch of spring breeze bring them incomparable coolness. Birds are singing beautiful songs and singing their incomparable pride. Every corner is changing and becoming prouder than winter. A garden different from midsummer. In this spring, there are two pear trees at home, which are loved by everyone. A full of flowers, high and low, covered with white and flawless plowshares, just like a rolling Bai Xueshan, very beautiful. The other pear tree is different from the "tall snow mountain" next to it. Although it is not so charming, its leaves are dense and spread in all directions, and the longer it is, the higher it is. Colorful and full of life. As time goes by, my home will become a refreshing home. Maybe this is autumn's apology for being late. Look, when I got off the bus, the jagged Woods came into view, and the patches of green made people feel suddenly enlightened, and there was no trace of autumn. Before the rockery, when the tour guide announced the break, all the students seemed to open the cage door. The crowd flocked to the depths of the park. Birds burst into songs from time to time, and the scattered yellow leaves set off the delicate chrysanthemums on both sides of the path, as if to tell people: "Don't forget, it's autumn!" Deep in the Woods, lush trees lined up in rows and walked on, and laughter replaced the original silence. At first glance, the thrilling entertainment project, accompanied by the screams of tourists, seems to be unique! Bold students can try roller coasters, 360-degree air spins and other projects to throw their previous academic burdens outside! If these thrilling entertainment projects are the most exciting in the forest, then renting a bicycle for two and swimming with friends in the park must be the most enjoyable! Walking under the green trees, I saw some classmates from time to time.
I love spring and I like hot summer. I like autumn full of fruits; I like snowy winter; But I prefer the spring when everything is revived, vibrant and colorful. I like spring, because it is the season when everything comes back to life. Look! The little frogs there croak to catch pests; The little bees also buzzed out to collect honey; The little butterfly flapped its beautiful wings and came out happily to spread pollen! Look! The grass came out of the soil playfully, huddled together and whispered; Flowers are dressed in gorgeous clothes and dancing happily in the breeze; The saplings also put on new clothes. Nature has completely changed. I like spring because it is full of energy. Look! Last year's young trees grew completely tall; The little tree on the roadside shook the dew and stood like a little soldier in green. The willows by the river shook their long green braids and nodded to people with a smile. Swallows busy building nests also add vitality to the fields in spring. I like spring because it is colorful. On the distant mountain, clusters of flowers are in full bloom! Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Bright, brilliant and radiant flowers are smiling at the earth. For us, the "flowers of the motherland", isn't this a great opportunity to grow up and smile at the earth, the motherland, the beautiful tomorrow and the soaring of loong? Look! How beautiful the spring rain is. It is like cow hair, like a needle, like a filament. It washes the grass and leaves clean and makes them bright green. The so-called "sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things quietly", quietly enter the earth, quench thirst for trees and crops, wash away dust for the earth, give us fresh and pleasant air, and make selfless contributions to mankind. My friend, love it, love this vibrant and colorful spring.