In study, work or life, we always have to contact the essay, writing is to cultivate people's power of observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory of an important means. You always have no way to write when you write an essay? The following is my help you organize the rain in the scene of the fifth grade essay (universal 15), welcome to read and collect.
Saturday morning, the sky was clear, our family happily came to Zhongshan Park to play.
When we arrived at Zhongshan Park, we were about to go on a boat ride, unexpectedly, it suddenly started pouring rain, we immediately ran to the pavilion behind us to avoid the rain, the falling rain enveloped the entire park, as if I was in a fairyland. Dad said angrily, "This ghost weather, just now clearly out of the sun, turn the eye on the rain." Mom hurriedly patted the raindrops on my brother, worrying that he would catch a cold. I, on the other hand, was standing in the pavilion enjoying the scenery in the rain. The Feast of Rain
Looking into the distance, the big trees seemed to be taking a cold shower easily and happily, becoming more verdant. At the side of the big tree. An unknown flower is nourishing and dancing happily, the rain wet their clothes, make them become shiny, I think: it must be the most beautiful flower in this garden! My eyes with the falling rain landed on the lake, the rain tilted, fell on the lake, the lake rose layers of microwaves, the lake fountain spraying water as usual, I can hardly distinguish which is the fountain, which is the rain. I seemed to see the rain water moisturizing the lake fish, more as if to hear the fish as if to say: "More rain! I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get it to work, but I'm sure you'll be able to.
The rain "rustle rustle" down, in the rain, I heard the sound of flowers blooming, the sound of fish whispering, the sound of communication between the trees ......
Unconsciously, the rain quietly stopped, the old clock tower out of the loud bells. the loud bells, mom and dad urged me to hurry to leave the park.
In this season of autumn rain, a Saturday morning, I held an umbrella, walking in the rain, roaming in the park on the road. The slightest bit of coolness penetrated my heart, and I couldn't help but think of Mao Xizhen's "Qing Pingle": "Pink butterflies dance through the threshold in pairs, and the curtain rolls up in the evening sky with sparse rain."
I walked, came to a corner of the park, which seems to be a paradise, so beautiful that people can not bear to destroy the tranquility. I squatted down and gently ran my hand across the water, and the coolness of the mountain springs ran into my fingertips for a long time before it dissipated.
Looking down, there are many unknown flowers planted on the ground, but there are also moonflowers and hibiscus that I recognize. The breeze sent the scent of the hibiscus flowers to everyone. I inhaled violently, and the fragrance of the flowers went straight into my heart, making me feel refreshed at once. The flowers bloomed their petals, as if smiling and saying to me, "Welcome to this place."
I stood up and looked up, and what met my eyes was a tall willow tree. The branches of the willow tree swayed with the wind, like a graceful young girl combing her long hair that flowed with the wind. Fish kept jumping out of the water, adding ripples to the surface of the water that had been broken by the rain, rippling until it disappeared. I gradually put down my umbrella and plunged into the embrace of nature. Soon, my eyelashes were covered with raindrops, eyelashes fluttering, and from time to time raindrops fell, hidden in the dense grass.
In looking into the distance, there was nothing but a haze. The rolling hills in the eyes of the world is only left with a hazy green, but especially pleasing to the eye. To the yellow autumn added a touch of green full of vitality. In this hazy green I vaguely see a clock tower ......
Raindrops are dripping down, dripping into a lake surrounded by large trees on all sides, making an unusually crisp sound --
Ding! -- ding -- ding -- ding -- ding ......
A splash.
Immediate Rain Essay 3One Saturday morning, I stretched out in bed and opened my eyes to see that the sun was already coming through the curtains. I couldn't help but think: it had been raining for the past few days of school, and by the end of the week, it was so sunny, was it going to make me go to the park to play? Then, I came to a carp, jumped up from the bed, a smoke to go to Mom and Dad to discuss it!
When we came to the entrance of the park, the sun is still high in the sky, it quietly irradiated the face of the flowers, flowers show a slight smile. We strolled to the lakeside, and suddenly I realized that the dragonflies were flying very low, and I thought of the proverb: It's going to rain when the dragonflies fly low. I was about to tell my parents to hurry home, but I saw that they were happily strolling in front of me. I thought to myself: maybe I'm wrong. But a short while later, a dark cloud drifted across the sky, and then it really started to drizzle. My parents and I immediately ran to the pavilion. A gust of wind blew, the rain gradually became heavier, and the rain drifted into the chrysanthemum bushes. About half an hour later, the rain did not stop, I found the chrysanthemums slowly become lower, as if sick. I also looked at the chrysanthemum bushes on the side of the several pine trees, but they stood upright, as if a soldier, facing the rain, not afraid, not back. The rain was clattering outside the pavilion, as if a singer, singing there, the sound is really good.
Suddenly, I found a pine tree resting on a small bird, the bird chirped, as if to ask the pine tree to help it cover the rain. The small lake in front of me, the surface of the lake by the rain splashed with small flowers, as if a naughty child constantly throwing small stones. A group of people walking past me, all holding umbrellas, some umbrellas are red, some umbrellas are yellow, some umbrellas are green, there are a variety of flowers and colors interspersed with ...... these umbrellas actually let me bright, as if it has become a new scene in the park in general.
I saw the bamboo leaf forest in the distance, swaying in the wind, as if playing games with the rain, do not let the rain drop to its beautiful "hair" like.
The rain is coming down more and more, as if a symphony played to the climax of the important place, clattering, clattering! I thought to myself, "This rain is really something else! Although I was trapped by the rain in the park pavilion, but this beautiful rain scene is also y imprinted in my mind.
It was a Sunday morning, the sun was shining brightly, my mom took me to Huli Park, enjoying the beautiful scenery, while walking and chatting with me. Because my teacher told my mom that lately I not only don't make progress in playing the flute, but I have a tendency to be bored with it. But when we had just walked to the lake, the surface of the lake splashed with ripples, small fish leaped out of the water one by one, and I saw dragonflies flying low over the flowers, I hurriedly told my mom, "It's going to rain, let's go into the pavilion to hide, right?" Mom nodded her head, while pulling me together all the way into the pavilion on the lake.
The rain came, less than four or five steps away from the pavilion, my face a cold cold, ah! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to! Mom said, "Both come, then peace, we enjoy the rain, while chatting is also good." I smiled and hmmm'd. I looked out and saw that the stone path was cleaned by the rain. The newly plucked bamboo on both sides of the path was covered by the emerald rain and was so green that you couldn't see the edge of it. In the sound of rain, every stone, every leaf, every clump of green grass in the park becomes a marvelous and incomparable piano key. The drizzling rain is a myriad of light and soft fingers, playing one elegant song after another, each note carrying the color of fantasy. In the distance, the small forest is green, in the breeze gently shaking the green leaves, as if singing a beautiful song. The flowers, the grass, and the lake were all mesmerized. I seem to be intoxicated as well. I couldn't help but use my fingers to quietly play the "beat" on the small stone table in the pavilion.
Gradually, the rain stopped, the water droplets on the leaves fell down, I seem to hear the sound of tinkling tinkling tinkling, they are the aftermath of the rain. Once again, I could not help but smile and say to my mom, "Thank you, mom, for bringing me to the park today to enjoy this rainy music. I know how I should learn to play the flute."
Immediate Rain Essay 5Before the rain was a gust of wind that blew the dark clouds over, and after that the lightning and thunder and wind began to blow.
Although the rain was heavy, the grass felt as if someone had given it a massage and was comfortable. The bark of the big trees seemed to be on the verge of being pierced with hundreds of holes by the heavy rain. The heavy rain had already saddened the smiling flower as its beautiful hair was knocked down by the rain, and the animals in the forest hid.
The windows of our human beings were also beaten by the heavy rain, and we who were sleeping heard this beautiful and melodious music, and our originally sad mood immediately became happy.
After the heavy rain, the children went down to play in the mud puddles, and they had a great time chasing and playing in the light rain. The drizzle also stopped and then a beautiful sight appeared - a rainbow. Because the rainbow was so beautiful, every parent and child took a picture of this beautiful moment with their cell phones. When we were watching the rainbow, we never thought that all kinds of plants were standing there upright after the rain, as if a soldier was guarding his post, and did not move a muscle, and that the water turned into water vapor again, and returned to the sky and turned into white clouds.
I don't know when it will rain again. Rainbow again? Once again see the rain to moisturize everything? Playing in the mud puddle again?
rain that is the scene essay 6In the fall, it was a sunny day, suddenly, a dark cloud drifted over, and the sky was suddenly dark, signaling the imminent arrival of an autumn rain.
It was raining, not so much raining as floating down. It is as fine as cow hair, as soft as willow floss, lightly falling on the face can not be felt. The wind is blowing, and the rain is like a growing child. Star-dotted puddles, crowded with large and small circles, you circle me, I circle him, interlocking, hidden, appear very mysterious. Have always thought that the rain in their powdered blades of grass, water droplets smashed as if the war was lost warriors, a strong nodding head and waist. The raindrops and increased, the eaves hung on the crystal rain curtains, attracted the attention of the little swallows, they hide in the eaves of the nest, curiously out of the little head, full attention, as if still in a polite discussion: "Wow! What a spectacular scene."
The rain stopped and I walked out of the house barefoot. After the rain, the garden is particularly bright and colorful, the flowers are full of energy, have to show people the most beautiful side. After the rain cleared, the blue sky set up a seven-color rainbow, as if in a colorful painting, and added a colorful one.
After the rain, things are as new as newborns, as clean as white paper. As long as you pay attention to observe, careful experience, this common and simple rain scene, is to give a vivid life in the rain that is the scene.
The sky is gradually gray, really makes people fidgety, when the clouds covered the sky, even a small white light can not penetrate the clouds, really dark, can not see five fingers ah. Suddenly, a light blue lightning broke through the sky, which is the sign before the rain; followed by the next second, raindrops fell from the sky, and in a short time it was pouring rain.
Yesterday, the weather report said that it would not rain today, and many pedestrians on the road were caught unprepared. Some stood under the eaves and waited for the rain to stop, while others ran into convenience stores to buy umbrellas or raincoats, and everyone ducked into cafes, movie theaters, and other places to get out of the rain. The motorcycles on the road still rampage and look so dangerous, and the driving vision is not good, the speed is fast and slow, and the water splashes everywhere.
In the rain, it's very picturesque to watch the rain, and the watery streets are like mirrors that reflect the light. The most beautiful scene on the street is the umbrellas held by many people, big green dots, seem to be celebrating the arrival of raindrops, and easily dance with it. The grand colorful scene was spectacular, like a perfect unrehearsed performance. Couples on the street *** with an umbrella, whispering in the rain talk, in a wonderful little world undisturbed.
It stopped raining, and it's always soothing when the rain clears! People hiding from the rain began to move quickly again. After the heavy rain, the signboards on the road are once again new, and the street trees on both sides of the road are stretching their branches and moving in the shining sunlight. Looking at all this, I feel more energized.
Rainy instant essay 8This morning, the sky was dark and pressed down, but the sun was late to work, and the weather was stifling.
While we were in class, the wind blew angrily, much more furiously than the usual breeze.
Suddenly, the rain darted toward land and caught our attention. Mr. Wang said, "Since you like rain so much, let's observe it." As soon as the words fell, the classroom was filled with the sound of footsteps.
Wow! A bean-sized raindrops like a naughty water doll straight to land to play, just touched the ground and they are like a small fountain, "clatter clatter" splash up. Heavy rain fell on the trees, the ground, this time the raindrops and become a musician, there are "drummer", "piano player", "violinist", they all use their respective skills to make these beautiful sounds.
In the rainy season, the rain is a great source of energy, but it is also a great source of energy for the whole world.
There are so many things to see in the rain! There are distant camellias, near the trees and not close to the river. First of all, the camellia, the rain hit the camellia looks very difficult: and then say that the river, the river rows of willows like a warrior guarding the river, but in the river on a hazy, like a little flour: and then say that the big trees, was hit by the rain, the big trees look more green and more delicate.
Gradually, gradually the rain is less, in the excitement we have to go back to the classroom. I will never forget it.
This is the scene in the rain.
The view in the rain 9
In the morning, it was chilly outside and the sky was cloudy, as if it was going to rain soon. Unexpectedly, the air is beginning to fall a small raindrops, hazy rain by the slight wind blowing oblique, as if unveiling the mysterious veil. Not long after this fine rain pulled a layer of veil on my window, for some reason, this rain is getting bigger and bigger, became a string of necklaces in the sky, but accidentally unraveled, the sky such as beads of rain fell down, fell on the plants, all the plants have crystal clear jewelry, although the size are different. But all kinds of plants kept the rain beads intact.
The good times did not last long, but the rain became very heavy all at once, like soybeans. At this time the wind could not even blow it, and the wind also blew away the pearls of the plants. Not only that, this rain was so arrogant that it began to play drums in the 'place where many people were holding their umbrellas, and clapped their hands on my window, although their concert was perfect.
When I just want to play, I don't know where the wind blew, in this "hoo - hoo", and the rain together organized this perfect concert, I did not expect that this concert also let a variety of plants intoxicated, one by one began to shake their heads and performances, let I was stunned.
The concert was beautiful, and although the rain did not last forever, I was very surprised.
The wind, still blowing, one second was the sky clouds gorgeous, the next second, layers of black clouds cover all this glory. The sky is suddenly dark and the wind is strong again.
First there was lightning, sending notices, like a light, straight down from the clouds, not yet, and when people reacted, a burst of thunder made people rush back in fear, and the sound was like the wrath of God, like the gongs and drums of the sky, strong and powerful, as if they wanted to push down this earth.
The rain began, pattering drizzle hairy rain patted on the body delicate feeling, so that people with words to depict not, close your eyes, listen to the rain, quiet, four, flowers bloom in April.
Rain gradually big, heard, clattering sound, vaguely smelled the fishy smell, and bigger, as if God tore open the canopy Chikusha pouring rain, the wind went crazy, wild whistling, roaring, sweeping the ground, never stop.
I ran to the house, toes splashing the water splash playfully, step by step as if opening another world, like a painter, is painting a splash comic strip.
Next to the window, saw the raindrops snapping on the glass, the rain's delicate steps and gentle song, let me fall into it, can not help themselves.
One night later, the rain stopped, he washed the whole world, it turns out, the storm is behind the birds and flowers in the morning.
The window that has been watching and listening to the rain of the little girl, has been engraved in the heart, forever and ever ......
Rain in the scene of the essay 11Today, the weather is hot and muggy, the sky is filled with a low atmosphere, there is a shadow. Suddenly "boom" sound, the sky is first split down a lightning, and then a burst of frightening thunder, and then a light rain, and finally the rain and wind, heavy rain as a waterfall, like a general "clattering" from the air pouring down.
Countless vehicles lined up on the street, as if a long dragon lying on the road, the rain drops on the ground, splashing a splash, the trees were wind blown bent, the leaves on the trees dancing in the wind, after a while, the Lord of the Thunder and Lightning Gong Gong and to participate in the painting competition.
Look! Lightning Gong Gong drew a silver dragon in the air. Thunder is also "dragon point", in the air a long howl, to the dragon with a voice. Rain doll on the stage shot up a warm applause, followed by wind dolls and grandpa trees to participate in the show.
The wind doll blew the leaves, the rain doll sang on the sidelines, and the grandpa tree twisted his waist, singing a joyful tune one moment; a bleak tune the next; a passionate song the next; the performance was over, and the thunder and lightning public cheered.
The rain stopped, a rainbow appeared in the sky, the earth restored calm, people have come out to breathe fresh air, even the dew on the leaves can not help but jump from the leaves to play.
Rain is the scene essay 12This afternoon, my mother and I played badminton in the square, very enjoyable, we played a sweaty, panting, when the sun was still shining, a blink of an eye, the sun escaped, in an instant, the northern sky clouds, rows of mountains and mountains of puffed over. Not long after, a pea-sized raindrop fell on my head, smashing me and wanting to grin, my mom and I hurried to pack up and go home, in an instant, the pea-sized raindrops connected, crisscrossed, shifted and fluctuated, and one by one, they fell on our heads. My mom and I rushed to find a place to get out of the rain. As soon as we arrived at the place, the highway became a sea of water, and an egg-like blister exploded on the highway, on the cars, and on people's umbrellas.
Most of the people were scrambling to their homes or to find a place to get out of the rain. Passengers from the bus down seems to be unaware of this situation, clothes wet half. Look at this side, a big brother is very brave, no matter what, froze riding a bike on the road through, was drenched like a drenched chicken. This spectacular "scenic line" reminds me of an old song: "Clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, it's raining, see everyone is running ......"
The summer sky is like a doll's face! It changes when it says it does. You see, just now or pouring rain, in a moment it became sporadic drizzle, my mother and I hurriedly stepped on the road home, and then look at both sides of the highway, the river flow, the formation of two small rivers.
Today is a really interesting day!
rain that is the scene essay 13Vibrant spring is here, the spring rain girl also quietly came to us.
At first, it was just a sparse drizzle, very gentle, like a warm hand gently brushing my face. Gradually, the rain came down, fell on the spider's web, like a string of beautiful pearl necklace; fell on the grass, the grass greedily sucked the manna. The rain became heavier and heavier, and in a flash, the raindrops formed a line, and the rain poured down from the sky as if the sky had collapsed. The wind rolled with the rainstorm like countless whips, and fiercely lashed at the glass windows. Pedestrians on the road have put up their umbrellas, and from the upper floors, they look down like big colorful mushrooms.
On the distant roof, there are still a few birds that have not flown away. This bird, the head is milky white, eyes like two black pearls, small beak pointed. The feathers on the back are gray with black, the belly is gray and white, there is a circle of gray hair at the root of the thigh, and the claws are long and thin, which is very beautiful.
At this time, in a small cave, the animals were arguing fiercely. The little yellow warbler said, "I think the spring rain has a color, it must be green, look, the spring rain came down on the grass, and dyed the grass green." The little rabbit said, "That's not right! Spring rain is blue, and when it rains down into the creek, the creek turns blue!" The little deer laughed and said, "In fact, spring rain has no color, its color changes with the heart." The other animals listened and nodded frequently.
Spring rain, is a symbol of spring, is the spring sent by the "messenger of spring".
Early in the morning, I walked out of my house and found a group of ants moving to a higher place. I looked up at the sky and found that the sun had gone home to sleep, and black clouds covered the whole sky. I thought: maybe God knocked over the ink stone! Suddenly a gust of wind blew past my ears, I turned around, it turned out to be a few crows "quacking" cawed and flew toward the nest, trembling and shrinking into a ball. As if to tell us that it is going to rain.
It's raining, and the raindrops are like naughty children, jumping out of the body of the dark clouds. Some fell on the car window, issued a "dong dong dong dong" sound, how like drums ah; Some fell in the small pond, issued a "ding dong ding dong" sound, as if the xylophone in the performance. Gradually, the rain became heavier. The raindrops became as big as soybeans, as if someone holding a huge basin was pouring water from the sky to the earth. I went home and sat on the balcony. At that moment, I felt that the only sound left in the world was the wind and the sound of the rain.
It was afternoon when the rain stopped, and I walked out of the house, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath, accompanied by the smell of the earth, refreshing my heart and soul. I walked into the park, the park lawn in the rain water in the moisturizing and cleaning looks more green and vibrant. "How loudly I step on it! Look!" "I'm the one who steps loudly!" Along with this "popping" sound of treading water, a pair of brother and sister ran over, the brother every time he stepped on the water, the sister's body will be splashed with a lot of small beads of water, halfway, the sister also fell a fall it!
I walked on the lawn, looked down at the green grass, looked up at the blue sky, looked at the colorful rainbow bridge. I couldn't help but sigh, "Wow! Not only is the view beautiful in the rain, but the view after the rain is even more beautiful!"
Rain has different looks, sometimes it's heavy rain, sometimes it's drizzly, all give people different feelings.
The rain in the spring is like tiny transparent stars falling from the sky, the fine rain falling on the children, feel very cool, grass, flowers are moisturized by the rain, each full of vitality.
In summer, there are many typhoons, often accompanied by torrential downpour, whether it is the people in the car or the people with umbrellas, will feel the power of the rain. Once the heavy rain comes down, all the heat of summer disappears. Listening to the sound of the rain seems to be a lullaby that puts people to sleep quickly.
The rain in the fall knocked down the maple red, maple leaves in the air floating a floating, forming a beautiful painting; autumn rice ears solid, lowered their heads to accept the test of heavy rain. Rain is in the air left and right, looking for companions, found, jumped into the pool, stirring up beautiful ripples.
Winter rain like a needle, cold wind, raindrops a needle hit me, feel and icy and painful, as if by the broken ice hit the same, this time the rain is wearing spiked shoes in the air ballet. After the rain stops, there is a beautiful rainbow that we have been waiting for, as if it is a sign that the colorful spring is near.
I love the rain, it creates a lot of beautiful scenery, and also moisturizes the earth, bringing life, so that the earth is no longer dead.