Summer Rain Essay 400 Words
Yan Baoying, fourth grade, First Experimental Primary School, Nan'an City
The day of June is like a doll's face changing at the drop of a hat.
Seeing the cloudless and blazing sun outside, I was about to go out to play. Suddenly, dark clouds, the sky all of a sudden became black, like covered with a huge curtain. At this time, the Thunder God highway over here, "rumbling" called the lightning over, lightning, as if the sky is torn into two halves. Rain also came to the "show", the wind naughty blow, the rain tilted, hit the tin, hit the glass, hit the ground ...... into a variety of wonderful sounds, as if in a concert. The rain hit the glass, the glass became blurred. Pedestrians on the road in a hurry, I think it should be in a hurry to go home to collect clothes.
The young man on the motorized bicycle was in a hurry to speed up. Older people can not run, slowly walk to the side to avoid the rain. A woman holding a child, the woman took off her coat and covered the child's head. It is raining, really "a few happy a few sad", the adults are helplessly looking at the soaked clothes, but the children are happy in the roadside and the water splash play. When people put on the raincoat, the rain has slowly stopped, which makes people in a hurry can not help but complain about the sudden rain.
After the rain, the city was wet, and the glass was left with many water droplets, like a string of white rain curtains. This is the summer rain. It comes and goes quickly, and it's a real joy to behold!
Summer Rain Essay
Shen Yukun, 1273001, Kangle County, Gansu Province
After a day at home, bored out of my mind, I suddenly remembered the tree-lined plaza, which should be very beautiful in the evening haze. I went out alone, go to the square to walk, stretch the mood. The square at sunset is a mixture of peace and bustle. On one side, there was a lively crowd of old people dancing and children playing. On the other side is a lawn covered with green trees and red flowers. The lawn was like an emerald, peonies and peonies dotted it, and bees and butterflies were among the flowers, forming a beautiful picture. In the grass, a cobblestone paved path, zigzagging, can not see the end, as if the fairy's clothes on the ribbon just fell between the grass, the lawn is divided into irregular pieces of jade. I walked on this road, the road bumpy stones as if the master like massaging the soles of my feet, my mind calmed down a lot.
Suddenly, a drop of water splashed on my arm. I looked up, a thin cloud hanging in the sky, it is still surrounded by tile blue sky. Oh, it was raindrops, it was raining.
The raindrops gently patted the green leaves and flowers. The leaves and flowers were trembling in the rain, and they were stretching their limbs to their heart's content, enjoying the sweet dew. I stretched out my hand and let the raindrops fall drop by drop onto my palm. The raindrops stopped in my hand and slipped away from my fingers. The rain gradually became more and more urgent, and that rain fell more and more sharply, and then joined into a line. I didn't take shelter from the rain and continued to walk on the path, letting it rain on my head and body, washing away the boredom in my heart. I touched the green leaves that were wet and washed by the rain. The rain passed through the green leaves as if it had also become green, singing and dancing with the green leaves and flowers, as if the rain would color everything green.
Walking in the rain, massaged by the stone, is still a kind of indescribable flavor. I'm still walking slowly, it's early summer rain, there's no wind, no thunder and lightning, but that's just how I like it. I wanted to find a line or two of poetry to express my mood at this time, but I racked my brain and couldn't come up with anything suitable. Du Mu's "Qingming" seems to be too sentimental, and Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" seems out of season. I simply don't want to think about anything, and I am alone in the rain, quietly enjoying this gift of nature.
Gradually, the raindrops turned into raindrops again, the dark clouds put away its rain gear, and the rain stopped.
After the rain, the square looks cleaner. The setting sun spread the last afterglow to the square, the cobblestones were washed very smooth, flooded with colorful light. The whole road was wet. The sky was colored blood red by the setting sun.
Rain, the rain of early summer.
Comment:
A mediocre rain also has a different mood, which is interesting.
In the opening part of this essay, the author vividly describes the square at sunset, the lawn covered with green trees and red flowers, and the cobblestone path. Immediately after, the rain fell, bringing "me" a wonderful feeling, bringing poetic association. The description of the text is delicate, beautiful, naturally immersed in it.
The author of this summer rain from the beginning of the light patting green leaves, flowers, to more and more urgent, "my" feelings changed, the language of the exercise is more exquisite, the structure of the arrangement is appropriate.
In the exercise, the author depicts the change of environment and the progress of the rain, the pulse is clearer. It is also possible to write briefly about the scene of the people in the square when the rain arrives.
It should be said that the article, such as a short and beautiful essay, finished fresh and natural, with a relatively strong sense of picture.
Composition material: describing the summer rain 'beautiful sentences
The naughty raindrops like who threw down the steel ball as smashed in the river, splashing high splash; thick raindrops in the windows of the people, thud sound.
It was raining, and the raindrops were pounding on the windows. Immediately, countless water droplets of various sizes gathered on the window glass facing outward.
When the raindrops fell into the pool, the raindrops drew a note on the water. These notes are the circles that the raindrops strike on the surface of the water.
In summer, the raindrops clattered. The raindrops in the sky fall straight down like sifted beans, breaking the mirror-like surface of the lake and scaring away the small fish that originally wanted to jump on the surface to see the rain.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and when you look at it from a distance, it looks like a gray curtain blocking the view, a gray cloud, the trees, the houses, nothing can be seen.
The wind chased the rain, the rain chased the wind, and the wind and the rain united to chase the dark clouds in the sky.
Boom, boom, bone-grumble, the rain went to a crescendo in a raucous ceremony that reached its peak in the late afternoon sun, as groups of tiny feet frolicked in the rivers where the rainwater had accumulated.
The gusty winds rolled the torrential rain like a million whips, lashing hard at the glass windows.
Tens of millions of filaments, swirling in mid-air, confused light veil, draped over the black oil fields.
The days of summer, the child's face, a moment to cry ---- downpour have come down; a moment to laugh ---- revealing bright red sun. Summer rain heh, come fast, go fast.
The sky side rolled in a mass of dark clouds, a moment of downpour, from the sky.
The sound of summer rain is always so yelling, live like a spoiled girl, a thousand calls to come out, not out of it, out of it is a shock.
Like fog like rain, like rain like fog, silk wisps lingering. In a flash, the raindrops connected to the line, "wow" sound, the rain is like the sky collapsed like the sky pouring down from the sky.
At night, three or five friends, in the melon field in the thatched cottage, staged pouring quite a violin sonata of euphoria.
Rain, like ten million silver threads floating down from the sky. The rain falls quietly and silently, like the silver threads spat out by countless silkworms.
When the rain cleared, a rainbow appeared in the turquoise sky, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple seven colors, one layer after another, reflecting each other, it is like a golden bridge, lying in the sky, majestic, glorious.
Rain watering, melon field dripping, bulging watermelon, noisy to break out of the shell, there is a kind of passionate embrace in the call of Mother Earth, but also has a kind of rain came under the stimulation of curiosity and longing.
In the morning there was a light rain, now clear, the road is still very slippery, both sides of the ground in the fall crops, but to the rain washed the green hills, beads flickering crystal, the air is also with a fresh and moist fragrance.