Early in the morning, when I was still in the warm nest sweet comfortable sleep lazy, the window "rustle" sound uninterruptedly ringing, was woken up, look out the window, it was raining, the road is wet, the rain from the sky pouring down in front of my eyes down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down. It was raining. My heart trembled slightly, the mood is also with the rain in front of me is also soothing up, for a long time did not properly appreciate a rainy day scenario, feel the fragrance of the rain, the rain of warmth, the rain of the unusual.
At a very young age, about the beginning of the first year, there is a strong love for rain, there is a kind of ineffable love for the rainy day. I like to write articles about rainy days; I like to walk along the garden path with an umbrella in the drizzle; I like to feel and see the scene in the rain; I like to put up my pen and write an article about the rain when the rain comes, it is intriguing, I love the rain, I love the rain; I like to stand in front of the window and watch the rain fall from the sky, the rain in mid-air to form a beautiful arc, and I love to listen to the sound of rain with my heart. Listen to the sound of the rain with your heart, it's a different kind of feeling and cozy.
Rainy days are full of memories.
My story is all about rain, a scene that happened on a rainy day is now in my mind.
Rain marks, rain thoughts, rain everything.
A boy who fell in love with a rainy day.
How fresh and heartfelt the air is on a rainy day.
Like to walk on the green grass after the rain purified and moisturized, feel the nature's most simple and warm breath. Look at the dewdrops on the grass, is not the general verdant, full of vitality.
To recognize her, it was a rainy day. The rain witnessed us from acquaintance to love, our story happened in the rain, the rain has us hand in hand holding the shadow of a walk together. On rainy days, we think about how deep our thoughts are. The rainy night, the heart has a more attached and miss.
The time when there is rain, we are happy to love each other.
When everything about the rain was destroyed by the merciless reality of the break, when she left without saying anything.
The rainy day before the breakup, alone in the rain, the heart was drenched.
The imprint of rain crippled, a rainy day alone.
Walking alone, watching the clouds roll in.
Looking up at the rainy sky, confused and lost.
So disappeared in the rain, like Sun Yanzi's "rainy day", the more you listen to the heart more penetrating.
Those rainy days are like a cloud of smoke.
In the past, those moments when the rain fell, I completely lost myself, and your distant back, I still remember.
The familiar voice has not disappeared at the end of the century, and I still feel that it is so close to me.
When you go after the rainy day, who will sympathize with my rainy day, a person's lonely emotions.
Break up in that rainy day, but you do not know how to stay, the moment you left.
The rain flew, holding an umbrella, looking for had all gone through the footprints.
Vehicles, rolled up rain, from my side sped past. Walking in the center of the city, there is no direction, the rain keeps falling.
A man's rainy day, searching, waiting for another girl who fell in love with the rainy day.
2. Description of the scene under the drizzle of the article more than 400 words, March, did not see the lightning broke through the light blue sky, did not hear the thunder to break the silence around, the drizzle cloaked in a crystalline coat, pattering down to the ground.
Spring rain such as cow hair, such as flower needle, fluttering rinse the dust of nature. I hummed the song "Where is Spring" listening to the sound of the rain hitting the windows: snap snap snap ....... The willow tree opened its mouth and greedily sucked the nutrients of the spring rain, and the willow danced its tiny body as if welcoming the arrival of spring.
Grass in the spring rain shook its slender waist that slept for a winter, straight to enjoy the manna of spring rain. By the side of the creek, a group of snow-white swans fluttering pure wings, and then you chased me, as if an internal quarrel; suddenly, they stopped, and began to swim in the water, a breeze blew, the calm lake a blink of an eye blue ripples, the swans scared to leave the water and fly into the distance ...... Swallows shuttle back and forth in the rain, as if scissors of the Tail want to cut short this incessant spring rain, then I think of a He Zhizhang's old poem: I do not know who cut out the fine leaves, February spring wind like scissors.
Walking on the street, people raised their spotted flower umbrellas, stepped on the small puddles, gradual up a wave. "Tick tock, tick tock" is the sound of small raindrops falling on the ground.
I put down the umbrella, look at this hazy rain, so that this cold drizzle on the tongue only feel a trace of cool, relaxed and happy. I love the spring rain pattering, fluttering, hazy, said to come, said to go, go in a hurry to come also in a hurry.
3. Description of the stormy scene 400 words The title of the self-proposed thanks"Quack quack, quack quack, the wind and rain to come, the road pedestrians pay attention to ah, quickly go home ah, quack!" Huh? Who's singing? It turned out to be the rain is coming, the little frog to give us a message! "Hoo - Hoo -" the wind mother-in-law mercilessly blowing, the head of the small trees blowing back and forth, as if they want to let them to the people to bow and haircut.
Then look at the sky, the clouds rolled, tossed back and forth, black and heavy. On the lake, the fish poked their heads out and said, "The water can be really boring, out for air!" The dragonflies rested on the lotus leaves and said unhappily, "The sky in June is like a doll's face, changing at the drop of a hat!" The swallow flies low and says happily, "I like it before it rains, so I can have endless food!" The air smells like dust, it turns out that the rain is coming to clean the dust, the dust heard, is fleeing around! "Tick-tock ...... tick-tock ......" the rain came down.
Although the rain is not very big, but there are thunder and lightning mother to come to help, it seems, later to become a downpour! Sure enough, the rain turned from raindrops to curtains and finally to dense lines of rain. When you look into the distance, it seems like a gray curtain blocking the view, gray and cloudy.
The trees, the houses, nothing can be seen. On the surface of the lake, bean-like raindrops broke the mirror-like surface of the lake, scaring away the fish that originally wanted to jump on the surface to see the rain.
Swallows flying freely around, said quickly, "natural shower, feel so good Oh!" Gradually, the rain stopped. A beautiful rainbow appeared in the sky, and the naughty ones rushed out of the house, stunned by the sight before them! The rain didn't go over the edge of the road er we excitedly jumped into the water and tripped up.
The rain although sweet to us, but the bitter aunts and uncles at work, especially driving a car, just tripped into the water on the engine, just tripped into the water on the engine, laughing at our children's stomach ache. After a few days, the water went down, but I will not forget this field pouring rain.
4. scene describing the morning after the rain 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.
5. Describe the scene of a summer thunderstorm 400 essay book 600Describe the thunderstorm 600 words The evening before the thunderstorm, the sky is so sultry, without a trace of cool wind. And in the distance, dark clouds occupied the sky layer by layer, and in a short while, the dark clouds were as black as a curtain covering the whole sky. People are waiting for God to tear the curtain away, so that the thunderstorms will wash the earth new, and return us to a cool world! At night, the heavens tore through the dark clouds and thunderstorms began to fall. The open road army is the eye-catching lightning and thunder, they coerced the storm to the earth rushed to the sky. The wind was holding the rain like countless whips and lashed at the windows so hard that rainwater was literally drilled into the cracks of the windows. Lightning flashed brightly, like a python leaping through the clouds, and a thunderstorm exploded outside the window, nearly blinding me. It rained for a long time without stopping: lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and from time to time the heavens poured down a terrifying, earth-shaking downpour of rain - rain that also beat down desperately and crackled the windows. The rain continued to fall, deafening thunder still roaring. Finally, the day dawned, and the rain was getting smaller and smaller, starting like a cloth, then like a curtain, like broken beads, like a thread, and finally the size of the rain could only be recognized by the raindrops on the ground. And when people think the rain is no longer falling, the thunder is like not willing to last night's defeat, and then re- single-handedly come back, this time, it failed, the rain stopped, ah, it admitted defeat! After the rain, a leaf on the tree is still hanging on the crystal water droplets, budding flowers become watery. In the distance, an occasional bird chirping, the sound is so clear and green, can be said to break the silence of the city. Now, the mention of the lightning and thunder that night, I still have palpitations. I think: this thunderstorm ushered in the cool summer or hot summer?
6. How to write an essay about a rainy day sceneFirst of all, don't go directly to describe the rain, first write about the powerless swinging trees and the obscure sky, and then write about the mood or the performance of people or animals at that time. Heavy rain, pouring rain, pouring rain, stormy rain, sudden rain, thunderstorm, stormy rain, rain and wind, muffled thunder, muffled thunder, thunder rolling, thunderstorm, thunder and rain, thunder roaring, thunder and lightning, heavy rain, heavy rain, heavy rain, heavy rain, heavy rain, heavy rain, heavy rain, heavy rain, heavy rain, heavy rain, heavy rain, heavy rain, stormy rain, sudden rain, high speed, high temperature, high rain, stormy wind, lady's rain, heavy rain, rain curtains hanging, like a silky thread, rain in all directions, rain at night in Bashan, full of rain and storms, stormy and fast, stormy, fast, fast, fast. The raindrops are connected together like a big net, hanging in front of my eyes.
As the breeze blew, the rain curtain slanted, like a thin thread running to the grass, trees and walls. The rain sprinkled down, and the leaves of all kinds of flowers and plants condensed with a crystal water droplet.
The rain floated down from the sky like ten thousand silver threads, and the eaves of the house fell in rows of droplets, like beautiful beaded curtains. Outside the window was drizzling, drops of drizzle, as if accompanied by a small dance, I could not help but be seduced by the world outside the window.
The raindrops rolled down the stems of the grasses, and a drop drilled into the soil, and a drop drilled into the mouth of the grasses, and could not be found. The raindrops fell on my head and body, I tilted my face upward, closed my eyes, opened my mouth and tasted the drizzle, and at once, I felt as if I had grown a lot under the drizzle.
The thunder sounded, and the rain kept falling like broken beads. The rain poured down incessantly, and the rainwater that flowed down from the eaves of the houses gathered into a small stream on the street.
The heavy rain fell madly from the sky, and the dark and heavy sky looked like it was going to collapse. The wind chased the rain, the rain chased the wind, the wind and the rain united to chase the dark clouds in the sky, and the whole heaven and earth were in the midst of rain.
The rain is like millions of silver threads floating down from the heavens. The rain, falling quietly and silently, is like the silver threads spat out by countless silkworms.
Millions of fine silk, swirling in mid-air, confused and diffuse light veil, draped in black oil fields. There are also a few verses about rain: The rain of apricot blossoms is wet on the clothes, and the wind of willow is not cold on the blowing face.
--- Monk Zhinan's "Absolute Verse" Yi Weicheng morning rain light dust, guest house green willow color new. ---- Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er to Envoy An Xi" At the end of the night, he listens to the wind blowing rain, and the iron horse and the icy river come into his dream.
--- Lu You "November 4th Wind and Rain" Seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountains ---- - Xin Qiji "Moon on the Western River" The sound of wind and rain coming at night, the flowers fall to know how much. ---- Meng Haoran "Spring Dawn" The water is brimming with sunshine, the mountain color is also strange rain.
--- Su Shi "Drinking on the lake after the first clear rain" The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is fluttering, the world is sinking and the rain is hitting the ping ping. ---- Wen Tianxiang "Over the Zero Ding Yang" After the new rain on the empty mountains, the weather comes late in the fall ---- Wang Wei "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn Meanness" The mountain road is free of rain, and the empty cui is wet with people's clothes --- Wang Wei "In the mountains" The cold rain is cold and wet with people's clothes. - Wang Wei "In the Mountains" Cold rain enters Wu at night and sends off guests to Chushan in the evening --- Wang Changling "Sending Xin Jian to Hibiscus Tower" Self-imposed flying flowers are as light as a dream, and infinite silk rain is as fine as sadness.
--Li Shangyin, "The Pavilion of the Locke's Pavilion" (宿骆氏亭寄怀崔雍 崔衮)
The yellow leaf is still wind and rain, and the green building has its own strings.
--- Li Shangyin "Wind and Rain" Hugh asked the old guests in Liangyuan, Maoling autumn rain sick Xiangru.
--Li Shangyin "Send Linghu Langzhong" Drunken guests in the seat of the extended waking guests, clear clouds on the river mixed rain clouds.
-- Li Shangyin "Du Gongbu Shuzhong leave the seat of the new beach do not realize the intention of the tourists, more style eaves night rain sound.
-- Li Shangyin "February 2nd" The star sinks to the bottom of the sea when the window to see, the rain over the source of the river across the seat to see.
-- Li Shangyin, "Three Songs of Bicheng".
7. It's Raining Essay An essay describing the scene when it rains and after it rains don't describe the spring rain1. Rain The sound of rain rattling outside the window, the students who are wrinkling their brows and thinking about it, seem to have been disrupted, they have raised their heads and gabbled and complained a few times. Indeed, the rain is sometimes very annoying, but it also has its lovely. Whether it's the drizzle that falls in the spring, or the sudden night rain in the fall. As long as we listen to it, understand it, I believe everyone will have a different flavor. Put down the pen in hand, concentrate on feeling today's night rain, found that it is different from the poem described in the "Tianjie Xiaoyu" like a moist and crispy long, but also different from the "South Lake Autumn Rain" of the cold and lonely. Tonight's rain is sometimes big and sometimes small, it is difficult to catch, through the street lights look, slightly recognizable that tall banana, in the rain bath, there is a kind of "rain on the banana" mood, but also "Bashan night rain" of the soul and the soul, osmanthus tree on the flowers have long been tormented by only a few sporadic flowers on the ground. Only a few sporadic, the ground soaked osmanthus may be chanting a "into the mud more protective flowers" it. Rain is the solace of our heart troubles, every time the heart is complicated, moody, rain can always wipe out all the unevenness in the heart. I really want to take off the shoes, put on a straw raincoat, barefoot walking in the rain, feel Mr. Dong Po's "why not chant and walk slowly" of the dashing and romantic. The rain seems to be a spirit on earth, knows the human feelings and troubles. And we are also fond of rain, every time there is rain, we can always send out some feelings. Rain seems to be able to tear off the masks of life and release the true self. Maybe the sky is not the same everywhere, so the rain is not the same everywhere. The sky in Jiangnan is beautiful, and the rain is always soft, similar to the "wet apricot blossom rain", as if it is contaminated with the habits of Jiangnan. As long as it is not affected by typhoons, the rain in Jiangnan is always slow enough to mesmerize people, slow enough to make people lingering. The northern sky is rough, sandy weather is often there, so the rain in the north is not like the rain in the south of the Yangtze River so sentimental and lingering, the rain in the north is always with the loess plateau of the heavy and solid, such as meteors to hit the ground, splashing a lot of muddy water, so even if you wear rainproof shoes is not helpful, can not escape the fate of the change of clothes. A place of rain seems to create a person's character, Jiangnan rain in my opinion is too soft, although it can also be thought-provoking, but more a few points of bookishness, and ultimately less than the north of the bold and domineering. Bathed in the rain in the north of the Mongolian iron horsemen once swept across the Eurasian continent, and will be living in the south of the prosperous Southern Song Dynasty conquered. The sky looks like a big sieve, and the rain is pouring endlessly onto the earth. In the distance, the houses were covered in rain and could not be seen clearly. Just as I was attracted by the rain, a gale suddenly blew, the wind blew away the dense rain and turned it into rain mist, shaking the trees and making a big vibration on the roof. The world of rain became lively, the wind chased the rain, the rain chased the wind, the wind and the rain and united to play ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ ┄ Gradually, the wind weakened. But as far as the eye can see, the rain is still coming down, and it may last for many days. The raindrops fall from the eaves like broken beads and blossom on the ground. "Rustle, rustle, rustle," the rain continued to fall. "Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba", big raindrops fell and hit the bright glass window. Looking out of the window, the sky and the earth looked like an incredibly wide pearl curtain, and it was hard to see anything. The rain falls on the ground, splashing a splash, beautiful. The rain flowed down the eaves of the house, at first like broken pearls, but gradually became a line. The water on the ground became more and more, forming a small stream. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and when I quietly looked out, it was as if the legendary rain world had descended to earth. The ground splashed one by one crystal water, how pure, how wonderful! The more the water accumulated, finally a "small stream" ran into the distance hand in hand. People walked along the street with colorful umbrellas, as if flowers were blooming on the water. Looking into the forest, the water seemed to have red, yellow, gold, green, blue ...... colors, too many to count! Rain has been falling, but gradually smaller, and no longer the momentum of a moment ago. Pedestrians on the road slowly more and more, but all with umbrellas, who knows when this rain stops?3, a person's rainy day a person's rainy day, the heart, although drenched, but those beautiful sorrows and smiles, is still accompanied by a wet scene, feel the fragrance of the rain, the rain's warmth. Early in the morning, when I was still in the warmth of the nest sweet and comfortable sleep lazily, the window "rustle" sound uninterruptedly ringing, was woken up, look out the window, it was raining, the road is wet, the rain poured down from the sky in front of my eyes down, down. My heart trembled slightly, the mood is also with the rain in front of me is also comfortable, for a long time to appreciate a rainy day scenario, feel the fragrance of the rain, the rain of warmth, the rain of the unusual. At a very young age, about the beginning of the first year, there is a strong love for the rain, there is a kind of ineffable love for the rainy day. I like to write articles about rainy days; I like to walk along the garden path with an umbrella in the drizzling rain, to feel and see the scene in the rain; I like to put my pen to paper and write an article about the rain when the rain comes, which is intriguing, and I love to send it to the rain, and I love to melt it in the rain; I like to stand in front of the window and watch the rain fall from the sky, and the rain creates a beautiful arc in mid-air, and I love to listen to the sound of rain with my heart, and I love to listen to the sound of rain with my heart. Listen to the sound of the rain with your heart, is a different feeling and cozy. Rainy days are full of memories. My story is all about rain, and a scene that happened on a rainy day keeps coming back to my mind. Rain marks, rain thoughts, rain everything. A boy in love with a rainy day. The air on a rainy day is so fresh and refreshing. I like to walk on the green grass purified and moisturized by the rain and feel the most simple and warm breath of nature. Look at the dewdrops on the grass, is a different kind of green, full of vitality. I met her on a rainy day. Rain witnessed us from acquaintance to love, our story happened on a rainy day, the rain has us hand in hand holding the shadow of a walk together. The rainy days, we think.
8. Essay on Writing Scenes During Heavy RainThe heavy rainstorm had just come to an end, followed by a light rain, and the puddles were crowded with a lot of muddy rainwater.
I went to the door and a breath of fresh air came to me, along with a few mischievous raindrops kissing me on the face, which sobered me up a lot. I went back inside and started my homework again.
After a while, I raised my head to see the window outside the sky fluttering butterflies, red-yellow-white-blue ...... look! A butterfly is still collecting nectar on that purple violet flower! Its two wings merged together as if it had forgotten the whole world. Look, those dancing butterflies, as if a dancer, I hurried out to interview these beautiful "dancer", frightened butterflies see me this uninvited guest one by one fly away.
To the door, the rain stopped. I saw my mom's small vegetable garden.
The roots of the green onions had leaked out of the ground, and the beans were lying on the ground like drunken slobs. The birds "chirped" as if singing a beautiful and melodious song, and I was intoxicated.
A gust of wind blew, the leaves of the willow tree also danced in the air, and then quietly fell on my head, waking me up from the intoxication. Slowly, the sun came out.
The leaves of the beanstalks looked so delicate in the sunlight, as if they were a piece of turquoise jade. The sun is not as gentle as it was a moment ago, and the hot wind blowing in your face makes you lazy, as if it were a "sleepy bug" softly whispering in your ear: "Sleep! Sleep! "I like this beautiful summer, more like the ever-changing - colorful rainy season after the storm.
9. Happy rain scene descriptionHello, the following is my essay from the Internet, I hope to help you: rainy afternoon, immersed in the sea of books, not happy.
Suddenly, the wind outside the window, the wind collided with the window, issued a whimpering sound, as a beast of low roar, long and bleak, upsetting. Sent down the book in hand, leaning out of the window, the original chase playful white clouds have disappeared without a trace, replaced by a heavy and gloomy clouds, could it be that they accidentally fell into the God's ink tank, dyed all over the ink? The sky is getting darker and darker, the clouds have completely blocked the sun, more and more gathered, surging, brewing, brewing ...... "Snap!" A bolt of lightning was like a sharp sword breaking through the sky, breaking that last tranquility.
Immediately after that, torrential rain poured out! That rain hit the roof, hit the windows, and made a thrilling ringing sound, as if a heart-pounding symphony was being played. The rain is not only hitting the bricks and mortar, hitting the earth, but also hitting my heart.
As far as I can see, all the plants and trees, roads and vehicles are being injected into the heavy rain cleansing, swept away the dirt, clean up the dust. The rain, stopped, soon stopped.
Summer rain is so - come fast, go fast. Some of the things in the human world, how can it not be so? Hopefully, it will be adopted~.
10. scene description essay 400Late fall, feeling in the fallen wood Xiao Xiao, chest welled up a trace of sadness. So, busy taking advantage of a windy and sunny weather, revisit the charming childhood creek. A few old willow, graceful posture, the wind whipped willow branches such as the old man's beard. The river is slightly knitted, rubbing a curve of golden light. Sparkling waves, reflecting the sparse silhouette of the willow. If it is summer, the river is like a kind old man, put us in the river, gently caress. At night, it will be sound asleep in general, so that everything feels warm and quiet, pulp sound alas, pull me back from the good memories. In front of this late autumn river, in the valiant autumn wind as a dry and thin old man, deep and solemn. Yellow leaves fall into the water, floating with the waves. The river gently kissed the gentle and sentimental sandbanks, seems to be for it to wipe the trauma. The two sides of the willow is no longer branches and leaves, but the branches and leaves are few ......... everything seems to be sick, even the dead grass, even the sand dunes, even the surrounding that was once towering unyielding poplar, elm trees. But I clearly saw the strong bones of the river, unyielding personality and high dignity.
The Fourth of July is coming, a lively scene on the street. People come to the city center square in groups of three to five, joyful, in the night of fireworks and candles, the night of the festival of lights, jumping ah, singing ah, children with a lantern, shuttle in the gorgeous building, their small face bloomed a flower, some playing eagle catching chickens, some playing handkerchiefs, some playing hide-and-seek ... ... ...What an exciting and nostalgic moment!