1. Scenery composition about rain 300~500 Thank you
Rain is weak, the lightest thing in the world, and cannot knock the heavy reinforced concrete building.
But the tiled house is different. The raindrops tinkling on it immediately make a pleasant sound. People in the hut have the blessing of being close to nature in the rain.
When the rain falls rapidly, the sound becomes impassioned and impassioned, like a hundred horses roaring in unison or ten thousand horses galloping. The rain slows down and the sound becomes weaker. It penetrates your heart gently, like the breeze in your ears in the warm spring. The tiles seem to be specially designed for the rain. They play their due diligence, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain are overflowing. Endless affection.
People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and sighing. The old man with lofty ideals has the ambition of "lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glaciers coming to sleep"; the late beauty has the resentment of "the yellow-leafed tree in the rain, the white-headed man under the lamp"; the lovesick lover has the ambition of "the parasol tree is also drizzling, and at dusk ", bit by bit"; the sentimental poet has the reverie of "listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, selling apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alley".
Rain has become a messenger for people to modify their feelings and express their wishes. In my spare time, I was lucky enough to return to the place where I once listened to the rain.
It happened to be a light rain that day, and I heard the familiar yet unfamiliar sound of rain again. In the mist, there was a strange mood in the sound of rain, the kind that we had not communicated with for a long time.
It rejects me thousands of miles away, showing me that it is unfamiliar to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. I felt the joy of waking up from a dream and the sense of vicissitudes after being confused.
Oh, what I met in the sound of rain was actually my self that has been separated by time and space, and it was telling everything about my past. I was hesitant and asked myself: Who am I? Am I still the same person I was before? There is a poem that goes: "The young man listens to the rain song upstairs, the red candles dim the tent.
The mature man listens to the rain in the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese call the west wind." Different life circumstances lead to different feelings about listening to the rain.
However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the conversation of souls, listening to the rush of true love, and listening to the gurgling flow of time. What the sound of rain hits, apart from the echoes of the years, is also the unbearable regrets of the past and the melancholy that cannot be expressed.
It seems that only in the gentle sound of rain in this tiled house can the soul breathe and life can continue. The sound of rain is still ringing, like my real heartbeat... When it rains, I reach out the window and touch the heartbeat of the rain.
A burst of refreshing coolness immediately purified all thoughts in my mind. The Rainman slid down the invisible slide in the sky and fell to the ground, suddenly splashing with crystal clear water. How happy they were! I looked at all this happily, as if I had joined their team. We danced together and bloomed with water flowers on the ground.
A faint fragrance came from the distance, which brought me back to my basics. It penetrated deeply into my soul and was difficult to erase. The rain suddenly stopped, and I was shocked - the rain man disappeared, the water splash disappeared, the singing and laughter disappeared, everything disappeared, I returned to the real world, I am still me, a person with flesh and bones The child is no longer the crystal clear rain man just now.
Everything that happened just now seemed like a wonderful dream that is still unfinished. Oh, it will rain again, and rainmen will fall from the sky again! Autumn When I was a child, I had a vague concept of the four seasons.
I only know that spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool, and winter is cold. As time goes by, people gradually grow up, and slowly I fall in love with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in spring; I fall in love with playing in the pool and the taste of ice cream in summer; I fall in love with making snowmen, having snowball fights, and watching movies in winter Snow scenes...only autumn makes me feel boring.
Especially in the autumn in my hometown, I only see the leaves turning yellow and falling one by one all day long. Apart from boredom, there is at most a hint of sadness.
The Chinese teacher said that autumn is a beautiful season of the year. I wasn't completely convinced at the time and was always a bit skeptical.
But since then, I have begun to observe and feel autumn. Autumn rain often falls, thinly and densely.
The wind mixed with the rain, and the rain followed the wind and drifted.
The rain gently washed everything on the earth, making the ground shiny and full of raindrops seeping out from the leaves.
At dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again, sending her afterglow to the earth.
Under the reflection of the soft sunlight, the yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color, just like the beautiful cheeks of a shy girl. Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a "rustle" sound, which is very pleasant. When the wind is strong, the yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of the tree and dance with the wind, like beautiful yellow butterflies, flying in the wind. Sing and dance to the accompaniment.
At this time, there happened to be three or two people walking through the falling yellow leaves. Isn’t this a beautiful scene? But it was so fleeting, like a flash in the pan. Before I had time to appreciate it carefully, it disappeared.
I regret this short-lived beauty, and even more pity the strong autumn leaves. It struggles so hard to get rid of the constraints of the big tree, but doesn't it know that the fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots? Is it worth burying yourself under the deep roots forever for such a short-term freedom? But I also thought, maybe this is the spirit of Qiuye.
Their real purpose of breaking free from the shackles of the big tree may not be to be free in that moment. They are to inject their final self into the tree roots so that the big tree can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter. In the spring of the coming year, new, stronger and new leaves will grow on the branches. Aren't those new leaves exactly what they were back then? Thinking of this, I feel proud of autumn leaves again. I didn't expect them to have the idea of ??"sustainable development". It's incredible.
Perhaps it is given by the mysterious nature. The spring wind makes people sleepy; the summer wind makes people feel hot and uncomfortable; the winter wind makes people feel bitingly cold.
Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed. It is neither hot nor cold, and it can also make people sober up. I simply doubt that the autumn wind has the effect of refreshing the mind. Coupled with the cool autumn rain, this is the perfect introduction to medicine, and a pair of precious "natural medicinal herbs" may be formed.
Qiu Feng and Qiu Yu may be the most perfect pair in the world. The autumn wind blows the autumn rain, and the autumn rain accompanies the autumn wind.
They can make everything in the world reflect a crystal luster and reflect the elegance of autumn. Maybe they can cut out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help but sigh: the autumn wind blows and the autumn rain flies; the autumn wind is refreshing and the autumn rain is cool.
Autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn leaves. 2. A lyrical composition about rain
Rain scene
In the morning, the sky was overcast, and the air seemed to have solidified, it was very boring!
Soon, a few small raindrops hit the glass, and it started to rain - fluttering threads fell vertically from the sky, like thousands of silver threads floating from the sky. Coming down, a row of raindrops fell from the eaves, like a bead curtain. The rain fell harder and harder, and suddenly it connected into strands, and our surroundings became a sea of ????silks, a world of threads. The rain fell on the leaves of various flowers and plants, condensing into crystal water drops, adding a bit of beauty to the flowers and plants. Suddenly, many colorful "little mushrooms" grew on the ground. They were people's umbrellas! The rain hit people's colorful umbrellas, and the raindrops squirmed slowly, leaving crooked footprints on the umbrellas, flowing down the steel wire, and dripping into the potholes on the roadside, "pop" There was a sound, water splashed, and ripples spread in circles. The rain fell on the leaves again, and round pearls appeared, lying quietly on the leaves. The wind came, changing the direction of the rain, tilting it, and the raindrops also swayed with the wind and fell down with the leaves. It came, but she seemed reluctant to leave, hanging on the top of the leaves, refusing to fall down.
The rain pounded the roof violently and impacted the glass, playing an exciting movement. Like strands of silver hair, and like trembling strings of a kite, I looked up and looked into the hazy distance. The distant mountains and tall buildings... were all shrouded in dense rain curtains. It was quiet all around, and I could only hear the patter of rain.
The rain brings infinite vitality to the earth. It nourishes the earth and all things in the world in a unique way... How magical nature is 3. Scenery composition titled Rain
I like spring rain. Traveling in spring coincides with spring rain.
I like spring rain, especially the misty drizzle in spring.
When the severe winter drags its tired and weak body back to the north, the light spring breeze and the slightest spring rain quietly come to the world.
It urges the earth to wake up, and it brings joy to people. What I like most is watching the beautiful spring scenery with soft spring rain.
Look at the gauze-like drizzle covering the earth like smoke, making the earth present a picturesque scene. The light blue lake in the distance is shrouded in drizzle, like layers of white smoke.
The pavilion with green glazed tile roof is shrouded in drizzle, like a jade building in the sky. The willow trees by the lake were shrouded in drizzle and swayed gently in the breeze, like a group of fairies in gauze skirts singing and dancing for the arrival of spring.
The tender green grass shrouded in drizzle was not to be outdone, shaking its body and getting out of the ground to welcome the spring rain after the harsh winter. Ah, how beautiful! This mountain, this water, this grass, this tree, constitute a gorgeous scenery that only spring rain can depict! I like the spring rain, especially its silent dedication to quietly nourish the earth and warm the world.
Brief comment: This is a lyrical article about scenery. The composition omits the process of the spring outing and concentrates on the spring rain.
Put the spring rain into the colorful spring scenery. Write about drizzle covering the earth, drizzle covering the pavilion, and drizzle covering the weeping willows.
Seize the most prominent features, through careful observation, write a beautiful picture woven by spring rain, thus highlighting the beauty of spring rain. 4. An article describing the scenery in the rain
This morning, the weather was unfavorable and it was drizzling, which prevented me from going for morning exercise, but I was very happy because I could enjoy the scenery in the rain. Big fun.
When I got up in the morning, I quickly got dressed, ran to the balcony, opened the window, and a cool smell rushed to me. It was so comfortable. Look, the houses over there are covered with crystal dewdrops, like pearls.
The naughty little raindrops fell mischievously on the road and on the leaves, like children playing hide and seek. How cute! Look, the cars and bicycles on the road have all slowed down for safety and are driving in an orderly manner. I was attracted by this scenery, so I came to a nearby square with an umbrella.
When I got there, it was like a fairyland. The emerald green lawn is greedily sucking the milk of spring; the bright flowers of various colors are washing their beautiful hair; the branches with yellow leaves are waving green silk strips.
I licked the water slightly. Unexpectedly, the water was very sweet, just like the holy water sprinkled by the fairy from the branches. Now, it is about to enter the plum rain season, and the rainfall is heavy. The small concave holes are filled with the "tears" of Yunwawa. The soil also likes this water very much, so that her "children" can drink to their full.
Ah! What a beautiful scene, what a vibrant scene, what a wonderful scene in the rain! I try my best to breathe in the fresh morning air, nature, how wonderful you are. 5. Fragments describing the scenery in the rain
This morning, the weather was unfavorable and it was drizzling, which prevented me from going for morning exercise, but I was very happy because I could enjoy the scenery in the rain. This was also a good time. Big fun.
When I got up in the morning, I quickly got dressed, ran to the balcony, opened the window, and a cool smell rushed to me. It was so comfortable. Look, the houses over there are covered with crystal dewdrops, like pearls.
The naughty little raindrops fell mischievously on the road and on the leaves, like children playing hide and seek. How cute! Look, the cars and bicycles on the road have all slowed down for safety and are driving in an orderly manner. I was attracted by this scenery, so I came to a nearby square with an umbrella.
When I got there, it was like a fairyland. The emerald green lawn is greedily sucking the milk of spring; the bright flowers of various colors are washing their beautiful hair; the branches with yellow leaves are waving green silk strips.
I licked the water slightly. Unexpectedly, the water was very sweet, just like the holy water sprinkled by fairies from branches. Now, it is about to enter the plum rain season, and the rainfall is heavy. The small concave holes are filled with the "tears" of Yunwawa. The soil also likes this water very much, so that her "children" can drink to their full.
Ah! What a beautiful scene, what a vibrant scene, what a wonderful scene in the rain! I try my best to breathe in the fresh morning air, nature, how wonderful you are! 3. Poets compete to paint rain: exchange poems about rain. Rain is a natural phenomenon and a natural landscape. Whenever it rains, many people, especially literati, tend to view the rain as a natural scene.
Misty drizzle, heavy downpour, stormy rain... various rain patterns, as well as the sound of wind and rain when it rains, the momentum and sound of lightning and thunder, etc., can easily touch the literati. Emotions stir up literary thoughts, as the saying goes, "The clouds are dark, and it should be the rain that prompts poetry." (Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Encountering the Rain at Night with a Prostitute in the Coolness") is true. Therefore, the ancients often attributed their observations and perceptions of rain to poems. . Looking at the literature of the Chinese nation, there are many poems and articles about rain, and there are many famous poems and lines.
Du Fu's poem about rain, "Happy Rain on a Spring Night": "Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. It sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds. , the river boat fire is bright. Look at the red wet place at dawn, and the flowers are heavy in Jinguancheng."
Spring is a time when all things sprout and grow, and it is also a time when rain is very important. But spring rain is as precious as oil. If it rains in spring, isn't it "good rain"? ! The word "good" fully expresses the author's joyful mood at the sight of spring.
In three or four sentences, the spring rain comes with the breeze at night, quietly nourishing all things, and describes the role of the spring rain with delicate pen and ink. The last two sentences are about seeing the flowers in Jincheng Chengdu in the early morning, all ruddy under the nourishment of the spring rain. The flowers are heavy and thick because they are full of rain. They are written with deep affection.
There is not a single word "happy" in the whole poem, but the joy is beyond words. Han Yu's "Early Spring Light Rain": "The light rain on the sky streets is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close.
The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital." The poet praised the light rain with full enthusiasm. , see the big in the small, embodying reason and emotion in the scenery.
The "light rain" in the poem is likened to the first ripening of crisp wine. It tastes sweet, smooth and moist, and even the grass is stained with rain and dew. In the drizzle, the color of the grass is slightly green, invisible at near distance and greenish at distance. In the end, it comes down to the "benefits of a spring", and even the scenery of the Imperial Palace cannot compare.
The scenery of early spring is described with detail and realism. Zeng Ji's "Su Xiudao, since the night of July 25th, it rained heavily for three days, and the autumn seedlings were filled with Su, and they were happy and productive." > I don’t have to worry about the leaky house and the wet bed, and I like the deep banks of the stream. The rice flowers should be beautiful, and the tung leaves at dawn are the best.
Even if there is no field, I am still dancing, not to mention the joy of looking forward to the new year in the field. "When it rains after a long drought, he is so happy that he doesn't even care if his clothes or bed get wet, which expresses the poet's joy of rain and his concern for people's livelihood.
Su Shi's "Heavy Rain in Youmeitang": "There was a thunder at the soles of the tourists' feet, and the stubborn clouds were all over the place. The black wind blew from the sky and the sea stood, and the flying rain came across the river from eastern Zhejiang.
The golden statue is shining brightly, thousands of sticks are beating on the drums, calling up the immortal spring to sprinkle the noodles, and pouring the roses into the shark room."
The whole poem vividly describes the scene before and after the storm: thunder. There was a roaring sound, dark clouds were gathering, black wind blew from the sky, and the sea stood upright, showing its ferocity; heavy rain flew with the wind, crossing the river from eastern Zhejiang, showing its rapidity. The water in the lake swelled, the thunder thundered, and the poet's ideas burst out under the urging of the storm.
Qin Guan's "Spring Day": "Thousands of silks were struck by light thunder overnight, and the jade light was jagged. The loving peonies contained spring tears, and the powerless roses lay on the branches of dawn."
Write There was a light thunder, and the spring rain pattered down. It cleared up after the rain, and the sun seemed to be floating among the green tiles that had just been washed by the rain.
After the spring rain, the peonies are in tears, full of affection; the roses are lying down, delicate and cute. Although it mainly writes about the scenery after the rain, it also reveals the praise of the nourishing power of spring rain.
In addition to poems specifically about rain, there are many sentences describing rain and the scenery in the rain in other poems by the ancients: "The soaring clouds are like smoke, and the dense rain is like loose threads." (Jin? Zhang Xie) "Ten Miscellaneous Poems") describes the rain as dense as scattered threads.
"The broken rainbow collects the rain, but there is no new current on the shore." ("Boating on Houhu Lake" written by Chen Zhang Zhengjian of the Southern Dynasties) writes that the summer showers have stopped for the first time, and the broken rainbow appears on the horizon, and the rising water The lake water flows out from the gap, forming a new stream of water.
"The peach blossom rain makes my clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on my face.
"(Quequatrains by Seng Zhinan of the Tang Dynasty) The drizzle in the season when the apricot blossoms are in bloom will wet the clothes; the breeze blowing the willow branches will make people feel warm and sweet. The poet embodies the emotions in the scene and gives people a sense of Zen.
"Seeing the pond in the light rain, I know the good wind in my sleeves" ("Autumn Thoughts" by Du Mei of the Tang Dynasty) The light rain is falling, and the pond shrouded in the rain is full of artistic conception; when the good wind blows, the sleeves in my sleeves are known. They all have a warm feeling. “The rain is heavy, the mountains and streams are swollen, and the trees in Yunmi Ridge are low. "
("Su Lingyan Temple" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty) describes the rainy mountains that the poet saw on the mountain road of Lingyan Temple (located at the northwest foot of Yangtai Mountain in Fangshan, Changqing County, a suburb of Jinan City) "The drizzle can't be seen in the wet clothes, and the flowers falling to the ground are silent." "
(Tang Dynasty? Liu Changqing's "Farewell to Yan Shiyuan") The drizzle of wet clothes does not reveal its shape; the idle flowers fall to the ground, but their sound is not heard. It can be described as a subtle description. "The fish come out in the drizzle, and the swallows slant in the breeze. . "
(One of the Two Poems on the Water Threshold to Heart by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty) Only with "drizzle", the fish will float up, but if it rains heavily, they will not come out; only with "gentle wind", the swallows will float sideways, If the wind does not fly, observe the scenery in the breeze and drizzle. 6. Describe the scenery after the rain. The sky is raining heavily, like a big bead. The curtain hung from the sky to the ground... hitting the green leaves on the trees, making a "swishing" sound. It fell on the river, throwing out ripples. The rain stopped, and the sky was so transparent that no clouds could be seen, and it was so blue. People are intoxicated. The sun emits lovely golden rays. The air is extremely fresh and refreshing. It would be a waste not to go for a walk outdoors in such good weather. Stepping into the park, oh, what a green banyan tree! The leaves have just been baptized by heavy rain, with small water drops rolling on them. Under the sunlight, they seem to be shining pearls, beautiful and cute, making the leaves more and more green, making people pity. Little The grass is even more green after the rain, bursting with vitality. A gust of wind blows, and the leaves make a "rustling" sound. Standing under the tree, a few drops of water will drip on your head, which makes you feel extremely cool and refreshing. After walking across the stone bridge, it is green again. The lake is so clear that you can see the sand and gravel on the bottom. You can also see colorful fish swimming happily in the water. The sun shines on the lake surface, and the sparkling lake surface makes people feel The feeling is so refreshing. Occasionally, a dragonfly flies across the lake, adding a few more ripples to the lake, adding to its charm. By the lake, a group of children are throwing small stones, splashing clusters of water, and together with the ripples, it is So endearing. When I walked around the lake, I saw colorful flowers. I don’t know much about flowers, so I can’t name all the flowers, but I can name some... those hidden in the green grass. The small wild chrysanthemums, the red azaleas, and some wild flowers that I can't name are all clustered together, and they are all very attractive. Bees are flying around among the flowers, busy. Butterflies. Intoxicated by the beauty of the flowers, I lingered among the flowers, dancing to the sound of the flowing lake water. I wanted to pick a few flowers to make a garland, but when I saw the shining water drops embedded in the flowers like diamonds, The petals are so tender, I can't bear to pick them and destroy this beautiful painting. The most charming thing after the rain is my favorite lotus. Sitting on the wet and soft grass, looking at the waves The lotus flowers on the sparkling lake are another great treat! After being washed by the rain, the lotus flowers appear white and pink, and the tender yellow core of the lotus becomes more and more lovely, reminding people of the little girl in the mountains. Purity and sweetness. The big green lotus leaves become more and more juicy, green and lovable after the rain - look, they are spotless after being washed by the rain, and water droplets are rolling on them. , full of poetic and picturesque scenery. Occasionally, a frog jumps on the lotus leaf and cries "croak". The crisp sound, along with the wind, floats to the green places in the park, bringing more vitality to every piece of green. It is said that the air contains language, and in such an environment, it couldn't be more true. Listen - the birds are chatting with their clear throats after the rain, singing a melodious tune; cicadas are shouting Non-stop. I wish everyone could hear the wonderful language scattered in the air! It will definitely touch everyone's heart. Are you moved by the beautiful scenery after the rain? Look, it's raining again now. Come on, let's hold hands and enjoy all the wonderful things after the rain.
7. The description of the rain scene in the composition should be about 100 to 50 words
The drizzle in mid-April, which suddenly clears and falls, washes the air very cool. The young leaves are still very small, but they are everywhere There is some greenery. The shy spring sun is only gentle, and some soft light peeks out from the thin clouds. The shadows of the people on the ground and the shadows of the trees look very faint. The wild peach blossoms are the earliest, and the faint pink sways in the wind and rain. , like a charming little village girl, dressed simply and beautifully.
The weather is intoxicatingly warm, just in time for the cherry blossoms to fall. The fine sandy sidewalk is full of messy pink flowers. Some of them were hanging on the tiled green grass. A few pear trees were dotted with white residual petals. The hills to the north and west were covered with light blue clothes, and little swallows were dancing back and forth in the forest. This is the last spring of the year, and there are beautiful scenes everywhere that make people linger.
The scenery along the road is really not bad. In the midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River, it turns out to be a scene like a heavenly paradise. There is nothing along the way. A piece of wasteland is full of green rice, green trees, and green mulberry forests. Occasionally I see some ponds, and there are also thick lotus leaves and small rhombus leaves floating on the water.
The sun shines through the elm trees The dense layers of leaves cast the round shadow of the sun on the ground. The south wind in late summer and early autumn brings the aroma of new wheat and the smell of wormwood. The late summer and early autumn in northern Manchuria is a beautiful season, which is the best season in the world. The best day of the year. The weather is neither too cold nor too hot, the ground is still a little green, and the people are not too busy. 8. How to write a scene description in an essay about rain in the four seasons
The rain in spring is silent.
A cool breeze blew gently, softly and slowly. I don't know when, the spring rain like silk was floating gently. It was light and thin. I couldn't hear the muddy sound mixed in it, and I couldn't feel the dripping rain. I just felt that it seemed to be a kind of coolness. The clouds have no shape, only a faint fragrance.
The spring rain is colorful again. The willow trees by the river have taken out new branches, covered by the drizzle, and are green and exuding the breath of spring.
The newly blooming peach blossoms are caged in the misty rain of March, giving off a layer of moist red mist1. This misty greenery and these clusters of red mist are really like watercolor just dropped on the paper, slowly soaking in, hazy, like smoke and fog.
In summer, every time before a heavy rain, I will feel a sense of depression coming out of my heart. However, when the long-awaited rain comes, it will turn the sultry heat into coolness and the melancholy into comfort.
When I was a child, when my mother was not at home, I would invite a few friends to play and have fun in the rain. At this time, the small trees in the flower bed were dyed greener by the rain, and the colorful flowers seemed to be covered with crystals, crystal clear and dazzling.
The rain fell heavier and heavier, and the huge raindrops in the sky gathered into a large waterfall that cascaded thousands of miles. A strong wind blows, and the rain that is as dense as a waterfall is blown by the wind like smoke, fog, and dust... The misty autumn rain is falling continuously, like a silent hero, changing everything in the world like magic. It's golden and shiny.
It is a kind mother who uses her "hands" to weave golden silk clothes for the earth and wrap them on the big and small trees. The glittering golden light is so beautiful that it cannot be expressed in words or words.
So, between heaven and earth, there are thousands of tender feelings, they are trembling gently, and the sound of rain becomes more and more distant, disappearing at the end of the blue sky... In the big raindrops , mixed with patches of snowflakes from time to time. Its appearance makes us a little scared.
Because it is the messenger of winter. How cold will it be in the coming winter? Although winter rain is not as popular as spring rain, it can give wintersweet new life. As the saying goes, "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." It needs cold rain to temper itself. Only in this way can the fragrance spread thousands of miles. 9. An article describing the scenery in the rain
This morning, the weather was unfavorable and it was drizzling, which prevented me from going for morning exercise, but I was very happy because I could enjoy the scenery in the rain. Big fun.
When I got up in the morning, I quickly got dressed, ran to the balcony, opened the window, and a cool smell rushed to me. It was so comfortable. Look, the houses over there are covered with crystal dewdrops, like pearls.
Naughty little raindrops fall mischievously on the road and leaves, like children playing hide and seek, how cute! Look, the cars and bicycles on the road have all slowed down for safety and are driving in an orderly manner.
I was attracted by this scenery, so I came to a nearby square holding an umbrella. When I got there, it was like a fairyland. The emerald green lawn is greedily sucking the milk of spring; the bright flowers of various colors are washing their beautiful hair; the branches with yellow leaves are waving green silk strips.
I licked the water slightly. Unexpectedly, the water was very sweet, just like the holy water sprinkled by the fairy from the branches. Now, it is about to enter the plum rain season, and the rainfall is heavy. The small concave holes are filled with the "tears" of Yunwawa. The soil also likes this water very much, so that her "children" can drink to their full.
Ah! What a beautiful scene, what a vibrant scene, what a wonderful scene in the rain! I try my best to breathe in the fresh morning air, nature, how wonderful you are!