Before you know it, the sun shines! Everything is so fresh after the rain, the sycamore leaves outside the window are green and almost transparent, and although the pear blossoms have fallen,, the hedge rose is open, smiling and sweet, one, two, in the soft wind, in the sparkling sunshine, slightly pink flowers trembling open in the morning sun, bringing a fine fragrance, brewing in the slightly moist air. The light red color, like the light sunset in the sky, like a soft smile at the corner of the mouth. Seven Mile also coincided with the opening of the tree full of snow-white flowers hanging down in bunches, that is another kind of fragrance. Faintly dense open, vaguely can be heard between their laughter.
The morning after the rain, the sun is unusually fresh and unusually soft, the flower heart is full of shiny dewdrops, which is a group of spring elves ah! Whether morning or evening, they are accompanied by me, waking up in the morning in the fragrance of flowers, night in the fragrance of flowers to sleep, there is no happier than this. Zhu Ziqing in the "Lotus Pond Moonlight" said: a person in the vast moon, what can think, what can not think, will feel a free person, usually must say, must do things, at this moment can not want. For me, looking out of the window, the rosebuds smile, the fragrance of seven lilies, birds jumping in the branches, swallows also occasionally fly through the sky to leave a beautiful silhouette. Warm winds blowing, or drizzle sprinkle, all bring me beautiful emotions, is a poem is also a painting.
Zheng Chouyu wrote: birds jumping in the branches, such as the keys of the piano rise and fall; the cliffs there love to stare, draped with long vines such as hair; the grass there are good to wait, decorated with flowers if the plate; just think about it can not help but love, not to mention that I can also see and also listen. I think I am a happy and free person, how I would like to also do a bird, flying in the high blue sky; or do a flower blooming in the spring branches, or even a green leaf is good. My vision is so limited that I can't see the green shade outside, the willows flying, nor can I find the little yellow flowers of dandelion and the flying little parachute soldiers, and the kites in the blue sky in a thousand different colors. But I am still happy and happy, lively and quiet are the must of life, how can I refuse? The flower's fall, the leaf's fall, that belongs to the law of nature, can not be changed on the learning to appreciate it!
Maybe some more days, the weather will slowly become hot, sycamore trees must fall full of cicadas, gardenia, jasmine, acacia flowers should be open it! Then let me longing for it, guarding the blooming of each flower, how happy ah! Even if things change, we should leave that exquisite scenery, in the heart in the eyes, let the heart and dreams are in, let the moment become eternal! I would like to be the most sincere green leaves towards the end of the day to guard the sound of blossoms winding to.
2. Junior high school essay "morning after the rain" 600 words to be innovativeI hold in my hands not long ago just sent down the report card, but it is like taking a piece of meteorite from the sky, how can not go.
Rain is beautiful, gives life to everything, gives people joy, but also most likely to evoke memories of the past...
That day, I held in my hand the report card issued just a short time ago, but it was like taking a meteorite that fell from the sky, and how could not go. Thinking of parents in the fields of hard work thinking of teachers full of hope, thinking of friends to my encouragement, suddenly felt that this is a dream, wake up will disappear. But the results are clearly in my hands. Exam before my full confidence at this time has disappeared without a trace, on the way home, my mood and the sky as full of haze, like being splashed with black ink. Unconsciously, the sky was raining, wetting my cheeks, wetting the report card, wetting the report card, wetting my heart. In spite of how much I am not far away from home, but ultimately have to go back. Standing in front of the door of the house, but do not dare to push open the door, I am afraid to see the eyes of parents. I was hesitant, but the door suddenly opened, a wrinkled face appeared in front of me, it was mom. Mom was very surprised to see me standing in the rain, but I clearly saw the compassion in my mom's eyes, mom pulled me into the house, and while tenderly wiping my face, she asked me, "Why don't you come back into the house?" Mom's gaze was as soft as fabric, and I hated to see that report card disappear immediately. Seeing that I didn't say anything, mom looked at me with a displeased face and asked me anxiously, "What's wrong?" I looked at my mom, trembling, took out the crumpled report card, I saw my mom's gaze faded a bit, but did not hit me, nor did she scold me. Just said, "It's okay, it's just that you didn't do well this time, keep up the good work next time, mom will always support you!" Although my mom said this, I still felt her vague disappointment. So, I made up my mind that I must work hard in the future and never let my mom down. Finally, now I have made great progress, and my parents are once again proud of me.
Rain is beautiful, beautiful like a genie, let a person have memories of the past, but I still love it.
3. Scene Describing a Rainy Morning 400 Words"The night quietly blooms its flowers, but leaves the day to receive thanks."
The wet soil of the rain quietly soaks in the dreams of the flowers, and where there is water and soil, flowers bloom and villages grow.
There are beings in the dark clay, who do not come out of the night, who do not go to the fall when life is ripe, who do not go to the dawn, who give up their light to the living, who give up their golden fields, their sweet fruits, to the living. They blackened in the darkness of the soil, turned into dust, turned into fertilizer for some other seed, became the mute words of fate, became the memory of the past, the thought of the deceased.
Whenever I see the fingers of spring reaching out from the soil, and hear the cry of a baby's birth; I think of them, and I speak to life again and again with a voice of blessing and exhortation.
The morning after the rain, my body trembles like a blade of grass, my mind thrills like a worm.
4. two essays: dusk view after the rain, the view of the morning after the rain three or four hundred words or sodusk view after the rain: Indus more and fine rain, to the dusk, dribs and drabs, this time the first, how a "sad" word, "Volts Walled in the square inch, the life of the joys and sorrows of the moment, I was with Li Qingzhao, the first time I saw him. I rub shoulders with Li Qingzhao, finally also let the word "sad" lock thoughts.
52 points ah! The past is not easy to look back on, the test paper is shocking, I fell into the lowest depression in life, the first time failed, melancholy loss of fish in a row, listening to the sound of sparse rain, out of the window - really quiet ah!
...... However, the waterfall does not avoid the fate of the fall to be spectacular, life does not avoid the frustration of the iteration to be clear. Unintentionally walked through the days I live the most true, quasi no disillusionment? The world is fair to anyone. The most important thing is to learn to face and bear. If the disappointment, do not write sorrow into the bright eyes; if the helpless, do not put the pain hanging in the thinking of the eyebrows, I self-deprecating, I have to dissect myself.
Complaints do not help, I look forward to this experience I can wait like dusk after the rain, Tianmu importance.
The wind urges me to move forward, I should say thank you; the rain challenges me, I should learn to be frank.
The morning after the rain
It rained all night last night, and this morning the air was especially fresh. I took my dog for a walk in the downstairs garden. After the rain baptism of the tree looks greener, drink enough water grass also looks more green, I stopped, bent down and gently stroked the grass, at once, feel wet, moist, cool, cool. Peach tree sister's long hair, hung with pearl-like small water droplets, beautiful. At this time, the naughty dog bumped into the peach tree branches, small water beads scrambled down, naughty to the puppy a cool bath, making the puppy in a mess. I couldn't help but laugh at the puppy's adorable appearance.
I love the fresh air, I love the morning after the rain!
Tuesday, July 5, 2011 Sunny Yesterday, it rained all day. In the morning, my mom asked me to buy breakfast. I walked on the road and saw the small trees become greener after the rain, and there were strings of bright water droplets hanging on the leaves. The flowers on both sides of the road also grinned their little mouths and smiled more sweetly. I saw a little snail slowly crawling forward with its heavy shell on its back. The buildings have been cleaned up by yesterday's rain. I looked at the green hills in the distance, which had been made greener by yesterday's rain.
I took a deep breath, the air was so fresh after the rain! It was so refreshing! I also smelled the faint fragrance of the soil after the rain.
The morning after the rain
In the morning, I just left home. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! The air is so fresh! Snap! The small rain drops that were kept on the leaves last night fell down. In the morning its life is over.
A group of small sparrows pecked twice in the east and twice in the west on the lawn of the square, and it looked as if they were looking for food. I walked towards them and they did not fly away, continuing to look for their food.
The water on the ground reflected the morning sun beautifully. I smoothed my pants up and walked towards the school while jumping in puddles.
When I got to school, the scenery was still so beautiful that I put my bag in the classroom and ran out to enjoy the beautiful morning - the birds chirping on the branches, the raindrops slipping from one leaf to another and then falling to the ground again, blooming like fireworks in crystalized water.
The air is so fresh in the morning after the rain: take a breath, it's cool and slightly sweet, with the freshness of grass.
The morning after the rain is so interesting and vibrant. I love the morning after the rain!
The morning after the rain
I woke up from my sleep and looked out, wow! Why is there so much water on the road? Mom said, "Of course, it rained so hard last night that the road is turning into a river." "When the rain stops, I'm going to go downstairs for a walk." I said to my mom.
After the rain, the air was extraordinarily fresh, the trees were green and lush; the flowers became more brilliant; the grass became more emerald green; the blue sky became more blue. The white clouds became whiter. I walked to the pond and saw the lotus flowers standing with rain drops, which were even more charming. The form of the lotus flowers are different: some only unfolded two or three petals; some petals all unfolded, revealing a small yellow lotus seedpod, and some are still flower bones look as if they are going to break. The layers of lotus leaves like a large disk, as if in the protection of the lotus!
The morning after the rain is so beautiful!
5. Who told a good description of the morning after the rainRain pattered, dripping in my dreams, or urgent or slow, sometimes like fog, softly swaying, sometimes like beans, crackling in front of the window, a watery music accompanied me all night.
Early in the morning, the rain stopped. The eaves are still dripping with water droplets, and the leaves are still hung with raindrops, crystal bright. When the breeze passes, it shakes off the gusts of pearl rain. The leaves are bright and flamboyant. A puddle of small water nest on the ground, still recalling last night's rain and wind, enjoying the silence of this moment of tenderness. The figs in the yard are stretching out their branches and leaves, which makes them look more elegant. The pot of water bamboo more and more spirit, green leaves swaying Brahma, floating charming.
The rain is the most exciting. The morning after the rain is still a little lazy, quietly thinking about things. Such a morning, such a rain, leaning on the bedrail, give a greeting to people far away, read a party mood; send a small poem, full of clear lingering. Through the space of rain, floating my thoughts.
6. 小学生看图写话2年级巜after雨后的太阳》It has been pouring rain all day long, and now it has finally stopped. The sun, which had been imprisoned for a day, also began to be liberated. It seems to remember its responsibility and breaks through the clouds, radiating a dazzling light that paints the earth with a golden glow.
The sun did not seem to be big after the rain. The sky was as bright as if it had been washed by rain. The flowery umbrellas on the road were gone like the ocean ebbing. People were busy again, greedily breathing in the fresh, moist air after the rain. They were also coated with a layer of golden light, and the whole earth was bathed in sunshine. The sun was getting brighter and brighter, and there was less and less water on the ground and on the leaves of the trees. The water droplets dripping from the eaves were turned into colorful pearls by the sun. The weather cleared up, and the blue sky was cloudless. The river, rippling with microwaves, glittered with gold; the birds chirped in the branches, as if praising the sun after the rain.
How beautiful and intoxicating is the sun after the rain. It is like the martyrs of a passionate blood, inspiring people to go forward, giving people the power to move forward. It is so beautiful that it makes the world more beautiful after the rain.
Ah! The sun after the rain, I praise you.
7. Rainy Morning Essay"Tick, tick, tick," began this morning with the sound of small raindrops.
My classmates came to the campus in a hurry, and I was in an extraordinarily cheerful mood, though I had let the rain wet my body long ago. You see, they are all in front of the window to watch an unparalleled drama! A skinny student, put his hand out of the window, feeling the fun of the rain.
Another student, simply scurrying around in the rain, the rain hit him again, like a doll, along his face, a breath of slide down.
On the road, the adults were in a hurry to go to work. Some of them wore raincoats, riding a motorcycle, driving to the rain accumulated "pool", "giggle", the ground splash, forming a natural "fountain".
Some drove their cars in the rain. Others rode bicycles, wearing colorful raincoats, and from a distance, I almost thought it was not a person, but a beautiful rainbow.
The old people sit quietly in their homes, listening to the music made up of the rain, and sometimes checking to see if the rain has stopped. This is a beautiful morning in the rain.
8. Prose, June morning after the rainThe sun smiles high in the sky
Caressing the wet earth
A tree stands in front of my eyes
Hanging with crystalline teardrops
Glistening with silver light
The eagle soars in the sky
Overlooking the fields
The white clouds hang in the blue sky
The wind is blowing in the wind, and the wind is blowing in the sky. p>
With the wind
I walk in the morning light
The morning glitters after the rain
The trees are covered with jade and the eagle's wings are silvered
The sky is still drenched in water and the white clouds have been washed away
The morning shines brightly after the rain
The granny's incisors open up the bright red peaches
Her sister-in-law carries her vegetables up the street
The rice is full of food, and the rice has been eaten by her.
The rice is full of food and drink
Like a pregnant belly, it is heavy
Tugging the ears of rice
Towards the soil
Frogs hunt in the forest
My shadow flashes in the light
Flying over the fields and through the plantain forests
An egret flew over the field
He has a chivalrous demeanor
Handsome like a white horse in a fairy tale. Like Prince Charming in a fairy tale
In the morning, I opened the window to let the cold morning breeze wake up my wandering thoughts. Suddenly, I realized that the air outside was very humid, and it had rained last night.
The morning after the rain, the air is full of vitality, full of young people's unique energy. Open the window and breathe y, that with a fresh, cool feeling, from the mouth all the way to the lungs are moisturized. The morning after the rain brought the message of spring, the leaves of the trees also because of the rain wash more and more green, spring is really coming, perhaps because of the different moods, only to feel that the arrival of this time is not as gentle as in the past.
It is true that because of the different moods, the feeling of freshness after the rain will be different. People in a happy mood for the morning after the rain is more a kind of anticipation after the joy, and because of various reasons depressed people, but the morning after the rain brought not only fresh and fresh, but more a touch of sadness. The humid air seems to be talking about melancholy, in the inability to resolve the inner sigh, have to let the rain flow, so that the spring rain wash away the sadness and life is not as good as it should be.
The rain fell on the ground, I do not know whether the night sky has been wiped out of the sad. However, but the sadness spread, with the sky falling sighs, some of the inner depression I can not help but sigh. The world's emotions are so tormented, from ancient times to the present emotional entanglements, and how many are to the end of the comedy. If you can really be three lives and three lifetimes forever committed to each other in love, and how there will be so many sorrows and joys!
This morning after the rain brought fresh, should have been joyful, happy. Listening to the birds chirping outside the window, expressing the greetings of spring. But I feel that this fresh air reveals a hint of faint sadness, in such a morning, my heart is full of sighs for no reason, sighing in this fresh air hidden loss, sighing after washing away the dust left behind the helplessness!
The morning after the rain brought me instant joy, so that my long-lost heart felt the warmth of being moisturized. Although the flow of tears is still hot, but wipe away the tear stains have been cold, tears of the sky to wash away the deposition of trials and tribulations, but can not be dissipated branded in the heart of the deep imprint.
9. Rainy Morning Essay 500 WordsI remember such a rainy morning, and for the first time I understood the language of the rain, and heard the feelings of the rain.
This is a season of amorous nature - fall. It's always obscene rain falling, ghostly and sprinkling with the wind. Yesterday night, the rain has long been pattering down, this annoying fall rain, why say down. Suddenly thought of the poet Lu You had "small building one night to listen to the spring rain", why do not I come to a "pool in the morning to listen to the autumn rain" it?
Early in the morning, I got up early, the continuous rain still do not know the lack of underground, the air has been cleaned clear and transparent, I think it is a good time to listen to the rain, so they went out in a hurry.
After crossing the path between the bamboo forest, I saw the large pool. The pool was originally planted with some diamonds, but now is not the spring in March, can not see the "full pool of frost" of the scenery. Nearby, only a few golden leaves floating, let the raindrops wantonly hit on the body. Suddenly, I thought of the scene of the rain hitting the banana, and heard the sound of the rain hitting the banana. "Crack, crack, crack", hit the plantain's fat and broad leaves, crystal rain drops pooled on it, and then flowed down the plantain's leaf veins, bending the plantain's waist. Only when the rain rolled mischievously to the ground did it straighten up again. "Who is the nuisance who planted the plantain? Dashing in the morning and dashing in the evening. It is the gentleman whose mind is so bored that he weighs down the plantains and then complains about them!" A wave of idle sorrow actually emerged from the bottom of the heart.
The pool, hazy, even a layer of mist. If there is nothing, nothingness, such as a woman's light skirt, with the wind was lifted, I seem to see a section of the white legs, standing in the water. Fine raindrops fell on the water, the original ripples on the water suddenly rippled numerous ripples. With the gentle sound of the rain, isn't it exactly Wu Wenying's "The people on the other side of the river are in the sound of the rain, and the evening breeze makes the autumn leaves complain"? I believe that at the other end, there must be a white woman standing on the shore, eagerly waiting for her lover in her thoughts. "How deep is the love? The rain on the mountains is the sound of rain at this time.
After listening to the pool rain, the heart has been melancholy, the rain is also gradually big, so they folded back to the house. Sitting on a chair by the window, I heard the sound of water dripping from the eaves of the tile snapping, like a lilac girl with a sorrowful knot in a soft sob. Daiyu ah, I think I already know what is called "autumn window already feel the autumn is not enough, how can the autumn rain to help bleak.
10. There is a small short essay about writing the morning dusk after the rain about 100 wordsAfter the rain dusk scenery: wutong more and fine rain, to dusk, dots and dashes, this time the first, how a "worry" word, "Fuzhai in the square inch, life's joys and sorrows fleeting, I and Li Qingzhao The passer-by, finally also let the word "sad" lock thoughts.52 points ah! The past is not easy to look back on, the test paper is shocking, I fell into the lowest pit of life, the first time failed, despair and loss of fish in a row, listening to the sound of sparse rain, out of the window - really quiet ah! ...... However, the waterfall does not avoid the fate of the fall to be spectacular, life does not avoid the frustration of the iteration to be clear. The day I passed by unintentionally I live the most true, quasi no disillusionment time? The world is fair to anyone. The most important thing is to learn to face and bear. If disappointed, do not put the sadness into the bright eyes; if helpless, do not put the pain hanging in the thought of the eyebrows, I self-deprecating, I have to dissect themselves. Complaints do not help, I look forward to my experience can be like the dusk after the rain waiting, Tianmu importance. The wind pushes me forward, I should say thank you; the rain challenges me, I should learn to be frank. The morning after the rain It rained all night last night, and this morning the air was especially fresh. I took my dog for a walk in the downstairs garden. After the rain baptism of the tree looks more green, drink enough water grass also looks more green, I stopped, stooped down and gently stroked the grass, at once, feel wet, moist, cool, cool, cool. Peach tree sister's long hair, hung with pearl-like small water droplets, beautiful. At this time, the naughty dog bumped into the peach tree branches, the small water beads scrambled down, naughty to the dog a cool bath, so that the dog was in a mess. I couldn't help but laugh at the dog's cute appearance. I love the fresh air, I love the morning after the rain! Tuesday, July 5, 2011 Sunny Yesterday, it rained all day. Yesterday, it rained all day long. In the morning, my mom asked me to buy breakfast, and I walked on the road and saw that the small trees became greener after the rain, and there were strings of shiny water beads hanging on the leaves. The flowers on both sides of the road also opened their mouths and smiled more sweetly. I saw a little snail crawling slowly with its heavy shell on its back. The buildings have been cleaned up by yesterday's rain. I looked at the green hills in the distance, which became greener after yesterday's rain.