Spring is here and everything is recovering. The spring wind blows, the spring flowers bloom, the spring water flows, the spring birds sing, and the spring rain falls.
The sky gradually, gradually darkened, a small dark cloud drifted across the sky. The little spiders put away their webs, and the dragonflies landed on the water and looked at the sky. The frog began a solo. A wind that was neither cold nor warm blew by, like my mother's hand caressing my cheek. At this time, the sky flashes a weak light, a muffled thunder, sounded the spring rain "rallying cry".
The sky was drizzling, and for a while the ground was stained with small dots, and my clothes had some rain. The rain washed my face, and it was light and soft, like a cow's hair falling from the sky. I felt soft and comfortable.
After a little while, the cowhair turned into pine needles, but still soft and gentle, accumulating small puddles of water. The trees greedily sucked the spring rain, and the grass also drank the manna with a big mouthful. Rain filled the air like mist. Toward dusk the faint light of the sun from the dark clouds, the rain was illuminated into a golden color, the small puddles of water reflected the sunlight, such as a copper mirror. The air became damp and wet.
The rain got heavier, and beads of rain the size of grains of rice landed from the sky and pounced on my face. The rain dampened my clothes and I felt cool and very comfortable. I could vaguely see the sun setting from the dark clouds and the wind got a little stronger. The rain landed in the puddles with a ticking sound, splashing a small splash and creating ripples.
I returned home and a soft ray of moonlight shone out of the dark clouds, which dispersed and the rain stopped. The frogs began a chorus, the birds chirped, and the snails climbed onto the leaves.
The moonlight dispersed the dark clouds, all of a sudden, the world was so quiet, the moonlight shone on the ground, the puddles became beautiful, the ground was a little rainy, the birds in the trees slept, the world seemed to be washed away.
"Spring rain is as expensive as oil", good, nature gives us, is the most valuable.
one a spring rain is silent.
Rain, no matter how silent, also let me hear, listen! That naughty little rain, bar that umbrella as a drum, but also knocked "thump" sound. Smell! That poor play the little rain man, it is not easy to return to the ground, sneak into the grass, and the little flowers and grass to talk about the world, cut private say, is that "rustle" sound.
Two - spring rain in seven colors.
Rain, no matter how colorless, but also let me see, look, the green droplets, popped up to the leaves, took away the golden leaves, grew the green leaves. Look! That yellow droplets,
fell to the spring flowers, shaking a change, spring flowers bloomed yellow smile.
three - the spring rain is a lot of flavor.
Rain, spring rain and more flavor.
Some people say rain is tasteless, but I tasted it. The rain popped up, then leapt into my mouth, ah! A little sweet, really like the heavenly palace manna, really agar also? A little salty, perhaps that is the tears of the Dragon King.
Spring rain, the recovery of all things, let me immersed in this, rain, awakened my heart that the most beautiful reverie, rain, really wonderful ah!
Spring Rain 3From far away, floating came, like a meteor fleeting, that calm morning, spring rain quietly came.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle," a pleasant sound swept over my ears, like a wordless song, so free and unrestrained. Cheerful raindrops beat against the eaves of the house, and fell into the creek cheerfully, sometimes like a soft lullaby, sometimes like a powerful symphony, is so rhythmic, varied, simple with a few gorgeous.
You see, the rain came, quietly. It gently hummed a little tune, swept through every corner of the campus, like an outstanding painter, with colorful brushes, depicting dreamy colors. The sky seems to have been washed, through a brighter blue; the yellow and orange roof tiles of the teaching building more bright; playground is more flowery and green, was wiped brightly.
You see, the rain, how sacred ah! We hope, we pray, to be able to personally experience the splendor of rain. When the bell rang, a large group of people poured out of the classroom. I jumped headlong into the soft rain, threw the umbrella aside, and opened my arms to welcome those mischievous little raindrops. The rain was blowing on my face by the breeze, cold and icy, like teardrops slowly sliding down my face, jumping away from my open fingers. A hook foot, turned up high water splash, in the sound of laughter, the clothes soaked through the wet. Just hear a "hey", we were called back, there are still a little bit of love in the heart.
Rain, still in the "pattering" down, cold raindrops one by one beat the eaves; rain, like a warm tassel, flow into my eyes, gushing into my heart.
Spring Rain 4Spring rain, is unforgettable, is sentimental, but also endless. It is like a poem, like a picture.
At first, the spring rain gently knocked on the windows of every house, the soft "snap, snap" sound, seems to tell people: "Spring rain is coming."
Spring rain gradually more and more, like a broken line of beads, constantly falling from the air. Looking into the distance, you can only see a green mountain in the distance in the rain, and occasionally you can see a few birds in the sky flying in the fog. Spring rain is like smoke, curling up in the air and spinning, giving the city a thin veil.
Spring rain is like a little elf, where you go to where a layer of new clothes. Sheepish spring rain fell in the lake, the lake immediately rose a layer of ripples; Sheepish spring rain drops in the grass, the grass hangs a pair of "crystal earrings"; Sheepish spring rain sprinkled in the bushes, the flowers will greedily sucked the manna of nature. The mountains in the distance, near the trees, seems to be the continuous spring rain colored more green.
The spring rain lasted a whole day and a whole night before it gradually faded away, and the sunshine reoccupied the whole world.
The air after the rain is so fresh, the sky after the rain is so bright. The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear after the rain. When you look around, you can see birds and flowers everywhere, exuding vitality. Flowers raised their faces, a fight for color: red like fire, pink like Xia, white as snow, all fragrant nose. Grass stretched out, silently enjoying the bounty of nature. Birds show a sweet throat, singing the hymn of spring.
The spring rain brings hope and life to the world. I love the spring rain!
Spring rain 5
Spring rain dolls, from the morning, pattering has been playing on earth for a long time, but they do not have the slightest intention to pause, just one by one in a hurry to call for friends and friends jumping happily ......
I was idle and bored, but I was attracted by these naughty and cute elves!
Although the spring rain dolls did not open the "parachute", but firmly airborne in their respective "destination". Look, raindrops like a playful child, in the leaves "jumping up and down", grinning play slide, from this leaf "slip" to the embrace of the leaf, beautifully for the leaves brother "rub bath! ", but in the end it was so anxious that did not stop the car, followed by many "friends and relatives" slid into the puddles, into the water as a top of the crystal "Crystal Crown", delicate and clear. But some of the impulse is not big enough, but also not discouraged, in the puddles turned up the hula hoop ......
Look at the spring rain dolls so happily in the air, in the flowers and grasses, in the leaves of the tree dancing and playing, I can not help but think of something strange - a walk in the rain!
I can't help but think of the idea of a walk in the rain.
I held a transparent umbrella, came to a secluded path, quietly walking in the rain. Walking in the rain is a unique pleasure.
More and more spring rain dolls assembled on earth, raining more and more heavily. One by one, the spring rain dolls bobbed their heads, "wriggling" on the umbrella "curtain", "snapping" rolled down into the puddles ... ...
Spring rain dolls, suddenly opened a "concert", such as a string of notes, like millions of magic fingers, like millions of strings, playing the music of spring. "Crackling" this is the spring rain doll and its "strong enemy" - the umbrella of the voice of the struggle ...... these sounds due to the The sound is different because of the different partners, the mood is different. However, the color of the rain is just as beautiful, the sound of the rain is just as melodious ......
As foggy as the spring rain, like smoke as the spring rain, with the yarn as the spring rain, to the distant buildings, mountains covered with a layer of dense "rain curtain", so that people feel incomparably dreamy! ......
At this point, I simply lost the umbrella, running in the rain mist, stirred up a splash upward flying, spring rain dolls will be at this moment "to see the needle" into the clothes of the "bosom! The spring rain dolls will "see the needle" into the clothes "bosom" at this moment. Even if the clothes after the spring rain doll's "baptism", but I'm still not addicted to, open hands to capture the spring rain dolls, but they are too smart, while I do not pay attention to, actually drilled into my neck, soaked me "giggle" laughter! ......
In this way, I, the spring rain dolls, have been playing in the sound of laughter until a long time ......
Spring rain 6Spring, spring rain, long, thin rain continuous, has been down non-stop. It's not, it's raining again.
In the morning, I just want to go out of the building, suddenly heard the sound of "rustle" outside, look out, good guy, outside the spring rain is "playing the piano". I hurriedly "stomping" to run home, take a good umbrella ready to go, the spring rain can let me spend a lot of time.
In fact, I do not have any "hate spring rain" feelings, I know, spring rain is very important. I know that spring rain is very important. Without rain, the river will no longer flow, and the world will be in a drought again. Moreover, when the grass drinks enough water, it will be more green; when the trees drink enough water, it will be more flourishing ...... We all know that only when the spring rain is moisturized, the earth will appear that vibrant scene.
At noon, I suddenly thought: it should be fun to play water gun in the rain. So, I was excited to bring my beloved water gun, excited to shoot up the water droplets falling on the window. One, two ......
In the spring rain "encouragement", I shot all the water beads. I also shot the water to the grass in front of the window, long and thin water and spring rain together watering the grass and trees. Happy I played until dinner time.
But I still refused to rest now and began to observe the scenery in the rain. Look, in the rain, the trees straighten up the sturdy waist, the grass lifted up the pointed head, the azalea bloomed red smile ...... They all seem to hope that the spring rain to rain longer, and the spring rain seems to meet their requirements, until the evening is still falling.
But the continuous spring rain, ah, can not help but also bring us some trouble, spring rain ah spring rain, when can you stop your footsteps?
The spring rain 7
Jiangnan, misty rain. Alley quietly lying between the small town, with elegant posture, tethered to the release of the people and things in the small town.
The short houses are covered with deep tiles. Some grasses grow between the cracks, a small plant, inconspicuous but very quiet, waiting for the arrival of the spring rain. When it rains, water slides down through the gaps, forming a series of wind chimes. I purposely walked under the eaves, enjoying the feeling of raindrops sliding down on my head, one by one, one by one, as if it were a trembling spring.
The water in the creek flowed slowly, a light wind whipped by, the surface of the river swept a circle of ripples. A few small fish swam over the top of the water, occasionally poking their little heads out of the water, looking curiously at the spring.
Not far away there are a few ducks, they are sometimes happy to float in the water, motionless eyes closed; sometimes play with each other, let out a happy call; sometimes into the water, a while before drilling out of the water. Looking at the scene in front of me, I can't help but think of the poem "the duck is the first to know the warmth of the spring river". A kind of joy swept up in my heart, in my heart little by little dissolved, formed a circle by circle halo. The rain is also joyful.
The leaf in the rain is green, is dense, is quiet, is waiting. Consistently, it holds the shade for the people in the alley, the roots of the trees embedded in the lapis lazuli, paved to the road leading to the street, very wet and very poetic. My brother, who was good at drawing, pushed open the window and traced the robust form of the old tree under the eaves. The rain then lilac elegance, he told this smoky alley under the brush.
Spring rain, moisturizing the old tree trunks, sip away the dust in people's hearts, soaking the past of the alley.
The alleys flowed, between the small town, in the haze of smoke and rain, in people's hearts.
Spring rain 8
Just today, under the 2019, the first rain of spring.
Spring, here in the season of recovery, people are beginning to busy. In the city, the back of the people shuttling on the streets and alleys, not to mention the countryside, the back of the farmers uncle also in the fields, appeared. As the saying goes, "The plan of the year lies in the spring." But it's true! The small flowers are also competing to open up, began the "small flower contest" just into the spring, the small flowers are open: moonflower, cherry blossom, peach blossom ......
On the way home, saw the roadside small bamboo forest, a small bamboo shoots poking out the head, dressed in green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green, green. The head, wearing a small lime green clothes, looking at the head of that have five of their own so high moms and dads, they are also determined to grow up quickly. When I got home, I heard the sound of "tick-tock, tick-tock" whispering outside. "Is that her?" I blinked excitedly. Then, slowly, slowly, the ticking got louder and louder, and everyone shouted "Yes, it's her!"
The rain girl turned into a small drop of rain drops down, the rain girl with the fingertips gently point the grass, so that it is more green gently cupped the small flowers, so that it is more colorful ...... "Tianjie small rain moist as crisp." What kind of rain is that! A kind of sweet and moist as crisp "moist and silent" early spring rain. Gradually, the ground wet up, see this scene to, warm girl Ye can't wait to come down from the sky, to the sky and earth shine a bright.
"Come and see! Come and see ah! Rainbow out!" The little friends shouted vigorously. The little brother's mother also taught him red, orange, red, green, blue and purple. The little brother also YaYa learned to speak. The rainbow onion was erected from the east end to the west end, and it was a slide that everyone wanted to go up. Although the sky is still drizzling, but also can not stop people to see the rainbow interest.
Spring rain, the first rainbow in spring, is beautiful!
Spring Rain9Spring is here and everything is back. The spring breeze blows, the spring flowers bloom, the spring water flows, the spring birds sing, and the spring rain falls.
The sky grew and darkened, and a tiny dark cloud floated in the sky. The little spider pulled up its web and the dragonfly landed on the water and looked at the sky. The frog began his solo. A wind that was neither cold nor warm blew by, like a mother's hand caressing my cheek. At that moment, the sky flickered with faint light, and a muffled thunder, the spring rain "assembled".
The sky was drizzling, and soon the ground was dirty with dots. I have some rain on my clothes. The rain washed over my face, light and soft, like cow hair from the sky. I felt soft and cozy.
After a while, the cowhair turned into pine needles, but it was still soft, and small puddles of water accumulated. The trees greedily sucked the spring rain, and the grass swallowed the manna. The rain was like a mist in the air. Near dusk, a faint light emerges from the dark clouds, the raindrops are golden, and the puddles reflect the light like a copper mirror. The air became humid.
The rain grew heavier. Beads of rain the size of grains of rice fell from the sky and pounced on my face. The rain dampened my clothes and I felt cool and comfortable. I could vaguely see the sun setting from the dark clouds and the wind became stronger. The rain fell in the puddles, making a ticking sound, splashing small splashes and swirling away.
When I reached home, a soft ray of moonlight shone through the dark clouds. The clouds cleared and the rain stopped. Frogs began to sing in chorus, birds chirped, and snails climbed the leaves.
The moonlight dispersed the dark clouds. At this moment, the world is so quiet. The moon shines on the ground and the puddles become beautiful. There was a bit of rain on the ground. The birds in the trees also slept. The world seemed to be washed away.
"Spring rain is as expensive as oil." Yes, nature gives us the most precious.
Spring Rain 10With brisk steps, Miss Spring came to us with a smile and brought along her good friend, the spring rain.
As the saying goes, "Good rain knows the time, when spring is happening." Yes! Spring rain is soft, it quietly and silently moisturize the earth, moisturizing everything. Look! Spring rain on the bamboo branches, bamboo branches in the jumping, that rain sometimes straight line sliding down, sometimes with the wind sprinkle, leaving that like smoke, such as fog, such as sand, such as the silky silhouette. The splash of rain seems to be in the string jumping notes, play a beautiful melody ......
Spring rain is colorful, it dyed red peach blossoms, bleached white willow flakes, traced the green mountain peaks, painted green rice paddies.
Spring rain is sweet, you can smell the smell of rice and wheat, melons and fruits ripe?
The rain cleared, the sun went through a seven-color rainbow, ten thousand light shines on the spring earth, everything on the ground is vibrant, flowers grinning, grass stretched out the head, sucking the sweet sweet manna, the birds in the branches of the singer, the butterfly sister is hard to wait until the rain stops, look at her being in the bushes dancing in the flowers of her beautiful body it!
"Snap. Snap." Look at that, there are a few small children playing in that puddle, they put their worries, sadness, all the `unhappy through the back of the mind, open chest, play, they are so naive, so lovely ......
Although the spring rain is not as lingering as the autumn rain, not like the summer rainstorms have a mighty momentum, but it has a unique charm. However, it has a unique charm to attract me, I love spring rain, love its beauty, love its lovely, and more love its selfless spirit!
Spring Rain 11In the blink of an eye, the cold winter slipped away silently from our fingernails. The spring girl with a light step, dragging colorful dress, covered with a mysterious veil, in the spring rain escort quietly to the earth, continuous spring rain, give people the feeling of not knowing whether it is sad or happy. In short, the spring rain has come.
Spring rain dashing to the hillside, gently blew a breath, the winter bare tree trunks grew out of the verdant shoots. Like a watery little baby, let a person love. Hillside is covered by the green dress of spring rain, turned into layers of "carpet" embroidered with a few colorful flowers, embellished in this strange mountain range Pili on the slopes, like an original very fine works of art after the master processed more beautiful.
Spring rain came to Shuangfeng Township, a good stream, to add a good stream a bright landscape. Winter ice-covered streams, silver river began to ice and snow disappearance, clear and good stream, to the fish provide a free and easy place to move, seemingly vibrant. A few pairs of small swallows in the river over the surface of the flap circling, tail on the surface of the water gently a little, immediately flooded with layers of ripples, swinging away from the circle of ripples, the stream ripples, beautiful. The sun is not willing to be lonely, but also to insert a foot, a "sword" through the dense woods, such as waterfalls like a mountain of momentum pouring down, unstoppable. The river was like a layer of broken gold, sparkling, how fascinating ah, a good picture of the spring lakeside map! Song Dynasty great writer - Su Shi once wrote "to the West Lake than Xizi, light makeup and thick smear is always appropriate" of the ancient famous line, has been known for hundreds of years, but, in my eyes, this river can be comparable to Xizi.
Spring rain, to the earth brought a piece of vitality, thriving scene; spring rain, like a naughty little child; spring rain, let a person intoxicated. I love spring rain.
Spring Rain 12Like smoke, like fog, like dust, the spring rain sings a cheerful song, moisturizing the living elves on the earth.
Spring rain, the most unique player in the world. Rustle, rustle, rustle. It began to play again, it played and sang on the tiles to its heart's content, what a wonderful symphony it is! The rhythm of spring is bright, soft, beautiful and wonderful.
Rain, it is falling. Quietly, gently. A thread of rain gradually drifted down from the foggy sky, hitting people's faces, ah, cool and silky.
Silk rain line, woven into the most moving a love net, buckle the poet's thoughts, leaving an immortal line.
With that pattering rain quietly into the ground, the roadside wildflowers shyly out of small buds; field grass, sprouting a new green in early spring, showing people the vitality of the early spring and vitality; crops have become green and inviting people to love. As if by a miracle, all creatures have been awakened from the silence of winter.
I suddenly thought of one of Du Fu's poems, "The wind dives into the night and moistens things silently." In this moist land, flowers, grass, trees, crops, all stretch their roots hidden in the ground, accepting the grace of the spring rain on them.
Rain, like a beautiful girl, wearing a light white veil, floating down on the earth.
Oh, spring rain! You are the faithful messenger of Miss Spring. You followed the spring girl to the earth, the earth will be vibrant, exudes a burst of flowers and grass and soil fragrance, refreshing. You seem to be a musician's dexterous hand, strumming people's heartstrings, so that people sprouted a good hope.
Ah, I love this spring rain!
I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this, and I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. I took off my shoes and played with the white sand in the rain, and the water in the pool was cold, and the sand caressed my feet, delicately soft, and whether he was still thinking of me, I thought so, and I turned my face, and he stood on the opposite side of the hill with an umbrella and looked at me, and I panicked when I saw him dashing towards me, and then I laughed, and that was how the suspicion of the former was cleared up.
In fact, I am very young at heart, and yet I am slowly growing up, and so big that in the end, I don't have the strength to be
I remember years ago when I was a child, I was squatting in the field with my bare feet on such a rainy spring day, looking at the frog eggs in the water between the ridges of the ridge, the black little life wrapped in a transparent membrane, and inexplicably I liked this little life, but I didn't know that they were the protagonists of the tadpoles looking for their mothers.
Now, many years later, I am still touched by the little life, and I want to have a little life, and I want to have a little life. p> I love to dream, the dream is very colorful, time and time again let me realize a lot of want, when I opened my eyes the moment, all the colors and all fall apart, so I again and again intoxicated by the dream do not want to wake up, ignore the nightmare in the dream ......
spring rain 14winter, has quietly The first spring rain in February, the first drip of spring rain, the first spring rain, the first spring rain, the first spring rain. The first spring rain in February fell in drips and drops, and all things in the world accompanied by the spring rain, out of the cocoon.
February rain, silk like Tang silk, fell into the roots of the tree, squeezed into the stone Feng. I used my hand to cover the rain, and ran all the way to the eaves of the school gate.
Suddenly feel a cool head, it is the rain wet my hair, I shrunk in, reach out and catch those tiny raindrops
Looking far away, the rain blurred the boundaries of the sky, the mountains and the water, the sky, a color, hazy with a few ink paintings of the cold taste. The rain, like silk, intertwined into a light veil, will be my eyes also caged up. I slowly walked out from under the eaves, looking around, but happened to see a cluster of young leaves, I do not know whether it is because of the hazel eyes, or the spring rain soaked, that a piece of leaf as if transparent! It shook the Yao shaking, the tip of the leaf also produced a drop of water, shy and timid.
I began to hum a song, the raindrops like a beat for me, sometimes brisk, sometimes soft, sometimes like the guzheng, ancient, high, the aftermath of the sound curls; sometimes as the erhu, long, thin, long, evocative; sometimes like the harmonica, sweet, lively, melodious Lingdang ......
At this time, the sun from the cloud I'm going to wait for someone who hasn't come yet, but - I waited for a rainbow.
I appreciate this rare beauty, the sun with the seven colors of clothing, reflected in our
only still hazy eyes.
The rainbow disappeared, but the person I was waiting for, came.
At night, I had a dream. In the dream, a little girl holding an oil-paper umbrella, strolling in the rain, came from the back alley, her long skirt dancing ...
Spring Rain 15"Good rain knows the time, when spring is happening. With the wind, it dives into the night, moistens things silently." This "Joyful Rain on Spring Night" describes the spring rain under the pen of Du Fu, a famous poet in Tang Dynasty. Between the lines, it reflects Du Fu's love of spring rain, and how can we not be the same?
Spring rain, see, how beautiful she is! "Tick tock", the spring rain as a transparent silver needle have fallen, converging into a thin curtain, small swallows in the middle of the shuttle, with their scissors like small tail carefully cut.
Spring rain, see, how gentle she is! She is not like the summer showers that fierce, as if the mother's hand caressing the flowers and trees. Give them rich nutrition; she used colorful paintbrushes, give them a beautiful new dress; spring flowers put on a yellow dress, peach blossoms put on a pink coat, the trees put on a green robe. Look, bamboo shoots dolls also come to join in the fun! "Rumble", a burst of spring thunder, they forcefully drilled out of the soil, wide-eyed, curious to watch this beautiful magical world. I walked in the rain, flowers, plants and trees in the spring rain under the moisturizing revealed a long-lost smile, they are very happy? I tilted my head and opened my mouth to taste it, hmmm: it's so sweet! A little rain on the face, cool, so comfortable!
"Huh." I seem to hear the happy laughter of all things in the world, I am also laughing, because we *** with the happy, *** with the love of spring rain!