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Spring rain is the softest. If spring rain comes, you try to let the rain brush your face, the feeling is gentle, just like your mother gently touching your face, very comfortable. And the grasses and flowers will surely be more colorful with the nourishment of spring rain. Spring rain, is their nourishment.
Summer rain, is the most ***. Rain on the eaves of the house, the glass made 'clattering' sound, one can not help but think that the summer rain is like a crazy bee, constantly chirping. It's hard to taste the summer rain on your face, it's like a small stone thrown on your face, it hurts.
Autumn rain is a combination of spring rain and summer rain. Sometimes the autumn rain is fine and thin sweeping in the earth, and sometimes it descends and scatters like a roar. However, fall rain is the messenger of harvest fruit. Under the fall rain, farmers uncle heart also much easier, because the harvest day is here.
Winter rain, like an ancient woman, rarely show up. If the winter rain, I'm afraid it's snow. It flutters and flutters in the sky. At this time, the children can be happy, and can play a hand.
Rain brings freshness to our world, and every time it rains, the earth is as fresh as a filter.
Rain is soft, the lightest thing in the world, and cannot knock the heavy reinforced concrete buildings. The tiled hut is different, rain drops on it, tinkling and immediately making a pleasant sound. Those who are in the hut are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When the rain is fast and furious, the sound is generous and exciting, like a hundred horses roaring together, like ten thousand horses galloping. The rain slows down, the sound is also weak, gently into your heart, like a warm spring breeze in the ear, the tiles seem to be set up for the rain, they played dutifully, listening to the rain people will be diffused in the heart of the endless feelings.
People like when the heart is full of nostalgia and sadness, a person quietly sit down to listen to the rain. The old man's ambition is to "listen to the wind blowing rain in the dead of night, the iron horse ice river into the dream"; the beauty of the late twilight of the "yellow leaves in the rain tree, the lamp white head of the people" of the grievances; the lover of the love of the "Sycamore more and rain, to dusk, dots and dashes" of the Solemnity. The lover of love has "wutong more and fine rain, to the dusk, dot by dot" of Suo Huai; sentimental poets have "small building one night listening to the spring rain, deep alleys tomorrow morning selling apricot blossoms" of reverie.
Rain has become a messenger for people to modify their feelings and send their wishes.
In my leisure time, I had the honor to return to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It was drizzling on that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the midst of the confusion, the sound of the rain through an odd mood, is not communicated for a long time the kind of. It rejected me from a thousand miles away, showing me that it was unfamiliar to me, yet I could feel its presence from the deepest part of my consciousness. I had the feeling of waking up from a dream and the vicissitudes of life after a period of confusion.
Oh, what I met in the sound of the rain was a self that had been separated from time and space, and it was telling me about my past. I was at a loss, I asked myself: Who am I? The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and it was the first time I had ever seen it.
There is a word: "The young man listens to the rain singing upstairs, red candle dim tent. The young man listening to the rain in the passenger boat, the river is broad and low clouds, broken geese calling the west wind. Life situation is different, listening to the rain feelings are also different. However, listening to the rain is to listen to the soul of the conversation, listen to the true feelings of the diarrhea, listen to the murmuring flow of years. The sound of rain, in addition to the reverberations of the years, there is the old days are no longer deplorable and want to talk about the melancholy. It seems that only in the light sound of the rain in this tile house, the mind can breathe, life can be continued.
The sound of rain is still ringing, like my real heartbeat ......
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It's raining, and I'm sticking my hand out of the window to touch the heartbeat of the rain. A refreshing coolness instantly purifies all the thoughts in my head.
The rainman slid down the invisible slide in the sky and fell on the ground, suddenly splashing a crystal clear water, how happy they are!
I looked at this happily, as if I had joined them, and we were jumping together, and together we bloomed a splash on the ground.
A faint fragrance came from the distance, which made me return to the simplicity, deep into the depths of the soul, difficult to erase.
Rain, suddenly stopped, I was stunned - the rain man disappeared, the water flowers disappeared, the song and laughter disappeared, everything disappeared, I returned to the real world, I am still me, a child with flesh and bones, is no longer just that crystal rain man. What I had just seen seemed like a wonderful dream, and I couldn't get enough of it. Oh, the rain will still fall, the rain man will also be again in the fall from the air!
2. Walking in the rain environment descriptionThe early rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking alone in the lonely rainy alley. The rain is lonely Izzy, ruffling the delicate steps, around the rainy alley fluttering rendering.
Wandering, waiting, she appeared like a lilac, floating through, and then dissipated in the "rain dirge". I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. I hope to meet a lilac, like a girl with sadness.
The lonesomeness of the rain, the lightness of the rain, the sadness of the rain. She has the same color as lilacs, the same fragrance as lilacs, the same sorrow as lilacs, and my world is condensed in a short period of time.
A touch of hurt hanging in the corner of the wall, this lonesome rainy alley, the occasional meeting of her only faint, I still walk silently, with sadness. To the disheveled hedge wall, walk through this rainy alley. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
3. Seek a description of the environment of the rainThe rain is getting bigger and bigger, it can be said that the rain is pouring.
The air that bean-sized raindrops oblique hit the road on the water, stirring up a splash. The splash of water as a small fountain, fell to the ground, and then turned into a top transparent small hat.
In a flash, a piece of open ground in front of my window washed clean. In the flower beds of the open space, a pearl-like raindrops rolling on the delicate petals, suddenly the delicate petals are more crystal clear, beautiful! A few drops of water floated down from the sky, and suddenly I heard a cry, "It's raining!" Immediately after the thunder, heavy rain, rain on the banana leaves issued a "wow" sound; rain on the balcony issued a "baqi, baqi" sound; rain on the roof issued a: "baha
On the road a handful of umbrellas, is a flower, which is not afraid of the rain or the wind, the flowers flocked to the campus, the campus is full of beautiful flowers. The wind whistles in the rain; the grass dances in the rain; the trees sing in the rain and wind.
4. Waiting in the rain environment description essayJust arrived at the hotel, and my mother along the arc-shaped stairs, climbed to the second floor of the autonomous restaurant, only to see a black grand piano swirling piano music, chic tables and chairs reveals a few points of elegance, a beautiful oval side of the list of a lot of food, such as fruits, breads, as well as congee and color, aroma and taste of the small dishes, my mother and I took a plate, and began to choose the meal, suddenly, my mother excitedly, I was very excited. Started to choose the meal, suddenly, mom said excitedly, "morning, you as my waiter, let mom feel what it is like to be served by her daughter!" I was shocked, nodded my head and readily agreed.
Mom sat down and said: "You go to me to clip some bacon, and green vegetables, with some ham and bread, remember to make it look good Oh! The first thing I did was to make a platter for my mom, but she said, "Chenchen, why do you make it so unattractive, no appetite." It was hard for me to serve my mom well, so I just gave myself some food and started to eat, and then my mom said, "Chenchen, go and serve my mom a bowl of hoisin soup! It's a bit too dry to eat all this stuff." I hurriedly held a small bowl, with a spoon scooped up the spicy soup, poured into the bowl, the mouth of the bowl is too small, was I hula poured a whole lot of outside, speechless ah, who let me did not really have a meal? I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've had a good time, and I'm sure I've never had a good time!
Think of their own dinner at home, every time is the mother and father will be good rice before I called me to eat, when I have been for them to serve rice?
Mom finished the spicy soup, said that after the meal would like to drink a cup of water, and let me go to her pour a cup of black tea, I took the cup, trembling with a heavy teapot, next to a waitress aunt to see me a little bit overwhelmed, rushed to help, said thank you on the end of the black tea to the mother, looking at my mother holding a cup of tea leisurely tea, I am particularly happy. I realized that my plate has long been left little, look at me, very care of mom it, forget yourself, hurry to comfort yourself.
I clip some of the things I want to eat, just put down, mom and said: "Chenchen, you give me clip some fruit." I haven't eaten a little something yet, woo woo woo woo, I carried the plate and gave my mom a clip of fruit, mom started to eat, I hurried to get myself a glass of milk, mom said again, "Chenchen, you forgot to put sugar in my black tea, poor care oh!" I rushed to get a small packet of white granulated sugar for mom.
5. In the rain Essay 700 WordsIn the rain with open arms, to embrace the gesture of cycling speed.
Safety hazards can be put aside for a while, as the heart has been quietly filled with the abundance of touches brought by the rain. The joy of the raindrops jumping in the face of joy, sadness of the rain soothes the soft heart wound.
Accustomed to the ecstasy in the rain sing loudly, accustomed to sadness in the rain gloomy. The rain is the gift given by God to the most cut in human feelings? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
But you see, those who walk in the rain in panic, in the rain around the people dodge, those in the dripping eaves hesitation, complaining people - they, did not receive this wonderful gift? Why should they dodge, why should they flee? It is better to resist than to receive. Nature is always generous to man.
You can be grateful to God for the love of sunshine, do not be disgusted with the rain soaked your beautiful clothes and cursed a "this damn weather!" In the rain, sometimes all you can do is accept it. Rainstorms have drowned out the dreams of countless mariners, and whether you accept it or not, the rain is always the same.
Perhaps this furious rain is also a sincere gift from God to the proud human beings, the free rain forced the human beings to pay for the shallow pride. Much more than that.
Along with the flurry of rain, there is also the poetry of the heavens to make people know. In the rain, one walks like a child.
Turning the umbrella in your hand, you step on the rhythm of the foot "snap". The first smoothness of life is so joyful that you want to thank the rain.
The next step is to fall. It's hard, and it hurts.
Wounds and tears. And the rain had long since ceased to feel kind by this point.
How? Only their own pick up wounds, continue to move forward. The wounds still hurt, but again want to thank.
The thanks are different. And all this is given by the rain, the most beautiful gift of nature.
Everyone, please quietly receive, savor, enough to exhaust a lifetime. Known or unknown results, walk calmly or flee in haste.
The rain keeps falling, like the sky does not speak, only smile. Life goes on and so does the rain.
We, all in the rain .......
6. Sentences describing the environment in the rainHairy rain, quietly and noiselessly falling, like countless silkworms spitting out silver silk.
Ten million fine threads, swirling in mid-air. The veil of confusion and diffusion has covered the black oil fields.
The rain falls from the sky like silk, the raindrops are so small, the rain curtain is so dense, giving the mountains a cicada-like white veil. The rain is very thin, very sheer, like the willow flakes floating in the spring.
Like fog like rain, like rain like fog, silk wisps lingering. In a flash, the raindrops formed a line, "wow" sound, the rain is like the sky collapsed like the sky pouring down.
Outside the window is drizzling, a drop of rain, as if accompanied by a small dance, I can not help but be seduced by the world outside the window. The beautiful flowers in the rain, as wearing a crystal dress, more delicate.
Raindrops in the neon lights flashing, like a bright pearl, brilliant, than that gemstone, diamond ring seems more beautiful. These "little pearls" seem to be dancing beside the ballet, one up and one down, and it seems that the willow tree accompanied the water droplets dance.
After the baptism of spring rain, the air is fresh and moist, the leaves of the trees are verdant, spring flowers bloom pleasantly, the grass is vibrant. Mischievous furry rain, began to fall and sprinkle, straight to the face of the steaming pedestrians fly, giving people a cool feeling.
Patter, patter, patter. The sound is light and soft like the sound of grain seed burst buds, like the sound of grass growing leaves, such as the sound of shoot tips top soil ...... that is obviously spring rain, it is not a symbol of the gentle character of spring ? The fine rain, weaving a large rain curtain, the sky and the earth connected together, the scene on the ground splash color to the disorientation.
The sky and the earth are hanging like an immensely wide curtain of beads, a vast expanse. The rain fell on the roofs across the street with a splash that enveloped them.
The rain flowed down the eaves of the house, at first like broken beads, gradually connected into a line, the ground more and more water, merged into a small stream. The watery road was like a shining river.
Had to go out of the people holding umbrellas, as if floating in the water waves on the point of petals; occasional passing vehicles, like the water waves in the shuttle boat.
Raindrops are very large, along with the wind, diagonally falling on the windowsill, dry brick immediately bloomed a watermark. I don't know when, falling spring rain, rain like silk, light and fine, can't hear the pattering sound, also can't feel the rain pouring drenching.
Heavy rain fell incessantly, the rain could not stop hitting the earth, as if there is a big spray bottle in the sky, to the earth shower. Suddenly, soybean-sized raindrops fell diagonally, and the ground blossomed all over as if it had a pockmarked face.
The rain became heavier and heavier, more and more rapid, more and more oblique. Before long, the ground was running into rivers of water.
Outside the door and realized that the rain fell more than just at home to see the situation more fierce, and occasionally wrapped in a gust of wind, blowing me can not distinguish between north and south-east and west-northwest! I hold up the umbrella to walk forward, listening to the beans of rain particles hit the umbrella sound, feel the umbrella will be broken in a moment as if. The clouds came down all at once.
The dull sound of thunder moved from the northwest to us, followed by a string of bean-sized raindrops, fell, and in an instant, a string of raindrops, the sky poured down. Rain, it helped the leaves take a bath.
The original gray leaves, but became as emerald, crystal bright, simply new. Gradually, the winds subsided, and the world returned to peace.
As far as the eye can see, the rain is still falling, but the wind has disappeared. Raindrops like broken beads falling continuously from the eaves, flowers on the ground.
The water on the ground formed a miniature "Dongting Lake", in which a small mound is the land, and a few leaves drifted by, which is rich in leisure fishing ┄┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ really interesting! Suddenly a gust of wind rolled up the curtains, outside the window on the awning resounded with the sound of dripping rain, a lightning flash, a loud clap of thunder, a thunderbolt sounded on the roof of the building, and in a moment of pouring rain fell from the sky. The wind caught the rain drifting diagonally into the window, and I hurriedly closed the window.
Through the glass window, appreciate the summer rain. The rain scene is so beautiful, it is like a Chinese landscape painting, like a poem, but also like a beautiful and hazy dream ...... Just when I was completely intoxicated in this beautiful scenery, suddenly, a gust of wind blew, I was shocked, always worried that the scenery will be gone all of a sudden the wind and can no longer be seen, I greedily appreciate this seems to be a wet ink painting of the Beautiful scenery, long unwilling to leave ...... I appreciate the rain scene: the rain is slowly falling, the buildings in the distance hazy.
Rain fell in a small puddle, splashing a splash, small, lovely splash ...... noisy road, also quiet down for this. Wet road only left after school students holding umbrellas walking in the rain, like a small flower petals open in the rain.
Occasionally there are a few cars on the road shuttle back and forth. At this time, there is another view outside the door.
7. Essay Hidden in the rain 700 wordsHidden in the rain of the wonderful I like to walk in the rain, I like to walk alone on the oily road. I like the fresh, natural feeling of the rain on my face; I like the cool world, the world that is not tainted by anything; I like to feel its freshness in the rain, its purity; I like to think about the problem in that environment. I liked all the splendor hidden in the rain. However, everything changed that day. It wasn't raining too hard, but I looked at the muddy road outside and didn't want to go out. But the sound of the rain kept echoing around me, and the coolness of the rain soaked through my whole body, tempting me. I went out into the rain, wrapped up tightly. The temperature had really dropped and I felt a slight chill from time to time. For a while, I couldn't help but get a little tired of the rain, and my mood went cold. Suddenly, I realized that there were two figures in the rain, which were obviously a seven or eight-year-old child and a thirty-something mother. They share an umbrella, the mother desperately tilted the umbrella to the child's side, but her other shoulder was already soaked, but she did not care. How happy the child was! My heart warmed a little. As I walked on, I saw an ocean of water in front of me - perhaps an exaggeration, but it was quite a large area of water. I saw the glistening patch in the distance and worried about how I would get across. When I reached it, I looked down and saw that someone had placed a few bricks in the water. It was just the right distance for a man to cross. I was pleasantly surprised! A warm current ran through me. When I came to the station, the world was a much brighter place. The car came, the car is not a lot of people, but there is a tacit understanding between each other: people with umbrellas would rather get wet, but also before getting on the car to put away the umbrella; people wearing raincoats try to make their own as close as possible not to other people; people with umbrellas get on the car, the umbrella will be placed in a corner away from the crowd; people wearing raincoats in the car before getting off the seat of the rain dry ...... my heart! Warm and fuzzy . The rain has long since stopped in my mind, and the sun is out in all its rays. There is a new landscape in the rain - people caring for each other .