The story of the composition 1 Preface to Lanting in the Rain has always attracted me. In this misty and rainy day, I finally came to Lanting, which I have admired for a long time.
The rain kept falling, and the dense fog floated on the mountain with thin raindrops, like a fairyland on earth. At this time, a faint fragrance of osmanthus wafted over, but I couldn't find where it was hidden. That's really a faint fragrance coming!
Walking on the stone road in the Woods, there was a sound of "goose", "goose" and "goose". I saw some big white geese on the river bank. Some of them stand proudly like generals, and their necks are straighter than telephone poles. Some of them swim around in the water like white boats floating in the water, and some walk around the shore like soldiers. Raindrops hit the water, making a pleasant sound, just like playing a military song for the big white goose.
With the departure of the goose, a lotus pond appeared in front of me again. On the green lotus leaf, small water drops roll around, like crystal pearls, so cute. Several red lotus flowers suddenly appeared on the big lotus leaf. Just like a few red dots in green, it has a special flavor. Gradually, it rained harder, and raindrops hit the pool water, causing ripples and forming concentric circles. It's really interesting.
Just then, a gust of wind blew, and a lotus petal just drifted into a stream and drifted away slowly along the clear stream. Looking at the pink petals drifting away, I can't help but think of Wang Xizhi and Xie An in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, who also drank wine and wrote poems here, leaving poetic allusions. The great calligrapher Wang Xizhi wrote the famous Preface to Lanting here.
The encounter with Lanting in an autumn rain is really unique! I am happily holding an umbrella, standing on the waves and leisurely chasing the pink lotus petals, carrying it on. ...
My hometown is in Hangzhou, where there is a famous mountain. It is located in the north of West Lake. The rock is crane red, and there are many shiny pebbles in the rock mass, which will shine like gems under the irradiation of the sun and sunset, so people call it "Gemstone Mountain".
On a cloudy and rainy morning, my parents and I went to Baoshi Mountain. On the way, I saw grass growing from the soil, wild flowers dancing with the wind, like waving to me while writing, and raindrops dripping on the village leaves, like sparkling pearls. On the mountain, there are few pedestrians, and occasionally there are a few crisp birds singing, and buds appear on the branches. All this seems to tell us that spring is coming! Soon, I was halfway up the mountain. Gradually, I feel exhausted. Just when I was about to give up, my parents said to me, "There are more charming scenery waiting for you at the top of the mountain." I gritted my teeth and climbed to the top of the mountain. Looking down from the top of the mountain, the whole Hang Cheng looks like a reduced map. The green grass at the foot of the mountain looks like Mother Earth's green carpet. There is a sparkling West Lake in the south, which is charming. In the north, tall buildings stand as far as the eye can see. The west is endless green hills, and the east is criss-crossing bustling urban areas.
The gem mountain in the rain is shrouded in fog, as if covered with a veil. I love the gem mountain in the rain!
It has been raining in Mao Mao in Zhengzhou these days, so I decided to visit Zhengzhou in the rain.
People in twos and threes are walking in the street, and several cars are flying by, while the trees on both sides are in a hurry and lush, beating cheerful drums with lush green leaves. The rain brought a glimmer of life to the street.
The buildings in the rain are not to be outdone, and they are presented to everyone in the most beautiful way. They are like tall soldiers, guarding Zhengzhou all the time and letting the residents live and work in peace and contentment.
The most beautiful place is Zijingshan Park, and the rain covered the park with silk scarves. Close up, the water in the pond was hit by raindrops, and a layer of microwave appeared. People are holding umbrellas like flowers in full bloom in the rain, and red maple trees are dancing in the rain. It's so beautiful. You see in the distance, the lake is green, the willow is green and the cypress is dark green. As if playing a green symphony, with the increase of sound, the color of green is getting darker and darker. This symphony is given by nature, let's enjoy it!
The scenery in the rain is endless. The magic of nature will attract you, me and everyone ... Finally, I want to say that Zhengzhou in the rain loves you very much!
Today, my mother took me to visit Ri Lake. However, it happened that the weather was not good, and it rained lightly when I went out. I thought to myself: oh, no, I can only play in the rain today. Finally arrived at Rihu, ah, the Rihu in the rain is like a dream. ...
When you enter the gate of Rihu Lake, the first thing you see is a blue lake. The water mist curled up on the lake, like a layer of gauze, like a fairyland on earth. Little egrets flew in groups on the lake, and one of them skimmed the lake gently, causing waves. The lakeshore is a large green lotus leaf, crowded like a big green disc. A breeze blew and the lotus leaves danced. Because of the light rain, the lotus leaf is covered with crystal dew, and the naughty dew is rolling around on the lotus leaf, as if playing a game! I was fascinated by it, as if I were a lotus leaf dancing in the wind.
Holding an umbrella, along the winding stone road, I came to the famous scenic spot of Rihu, "Taoxi Watching Fish". All colors of fish are colorful, including yellow and white, black and red, gray and white ... The fish happily play and chase in the water, adding vitality to the quiet Rihu Lake.
My little friend and I came to the "Golden Beach" of Rihu Lake. Although it is raining in Mao Mao, we can't stop playing with sand. We built castles one by one, leaving our laughter on the beach.
At noon, we reluctantly left Rihu, but the rain-like Rihu left a deep impression on me. I'm looking forward to our next date.
It didn't rain much, but the sound of falling clearly reached my ears. Outside the window, there seems to be a fragrance of flowers. I haven't felt so fresh for a long time, and I haven't felt so sensitive for a long time.
Such a night seems to belong to a place where the fog surrounds the green hills and the river is clear. It belongs to a beautiful fairy tale and a sad girl.
I am not a sad woman, but tonight, I have many faint feelings for no reason. I think of many things, many people, but those are all in the past, life is a passer-by, so I am very sad.
In my hometown, on rainy nights like this at most, northerners can't help complaining that their clothes won't dry and are wet all day, while girls in the south are secretly glad, especially me. Perhaps it is because Jiangnan people love rain by nature. They always feel that it would be a pity if there is no continuous drizzle between green mountains and green waters. "Egrets fly to the front of Mount Cisse, and peach blossoms flow and mandarin fish are fat. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back. " It is because of the rain that Jiangnan has become charming, fresh and romantic.
Holding my beloved umbrella, I walked alone in the rain, let the fragrant wind blow my long hair, let a few strands of rain wet my clothes, and suddenly I felt a sense of cherishing spring. In the rain, everything is beautiful, trees, flowers, grass and people are hazy, and the scenery is seen through the fog.
A little emotional sadness will make the rain more attractive. See you again in the drizzle, Come to Taipei to watch the rain in winter, Wait for the rain to drift away ... It seems that all good love happens in the rainy season and is related to the rain. Sad people also love to vent their feelings in the rain. On a rainy night, I walk alone.
Rain, sadness and lingering, always involve some emotions for no reason. Open the lid of the heart, fiddle with the sad past that I have experienced, and sigh, "I want to make Yao Qin, and I know a few friends." Who listens to the broken string? " Cry with the sky.
On the afternoon of Mid-Autumn Festival, the sky was drizzling. My mother and I visited the East Lake while it was raining.
As we walked, we guessed riddles and said some interesting things ... Before we knew it, we came to the north gate of East Lake.
We walked across the grass and saw a big lake with a big fountain and a small fountain in the middle. The small fountain is still spraying water, but the big fountain doesn't spray water somehow. I think: maybe it's because of the rain. Nobody came to see it. Even if there are a few, they will go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
We walked up the bridge and looked down. There is nothing in the water, only some reptiles on the water. From a distance, the lake is rippling in blue waves, and there are many raindrops the size of beans hitting the lake. That's a beautiful voice.
We got off the small bridge, and there were tender green grass on both sides of the path. They are different in peacetime, just like having just taken a shower, green and dripping.
Walking, we came to the hydrophilic stage. There used to be a sea of people, but now there is no one here, only a few pigeons on the lamppost are still standing there, standing guard like sentries. I went over and patted the lamppost. Some of them thought I would catch them, but they ran away. My mother and I both laughed.
We talked and laughed, and soon finished swimming in East Lake Park. The East Lake in the rain is so beautiful that I can't help admiring it.
In the rain, the fourth grade composition 7 "Hua! China ... "It's raining in Mao Mao, and raindrops are flying naughtily on people's noses. The wind blew the small "stamps" into the farmland and hummed happily. This is our destination today-Mazhan Pan Qi Village.
The village of Mazhan Chessboard in rainy days is very interesting: in the misty rain, farmers put on rain boots and umbrellas and shuttled back and forth in an attractive green field, just like a light hummingbird, foraging. In that field full of potatoes, lush leaves are like lovely green elves, wearing green dresses and dancing with the wind, and naturally there is a shy potato lady hiding under the ground. "Gnome male-","Gnome male-","Gnome male-","Gnome male-","Gnome male-","Gnome male-","Gnome male-","Gnome male-","Gnome male-","Gnome male-","Gnome male-","Gnome male-","Gnome male-","Gnome male-","Gnome male", After the white radish was sent away, a group of shy peach girls came again. They are still immature, they are just a young girl. On the edge, unknown fruits, small and green, lie quietly in the arms of the mother tree. I asked curiously, "What is this?" "This is immature four-season pomelo. "Mom answered patiently." Oh! "I nodded." I see! ""whoosh-"naughty wind is playing with corn wrapped in green clothes again. Corn doesn't seem to be alive, but it is dancing gently. This is the pastoral in May.
"Want to go! Going ... "Those little raindrops brought cool dew to the earth. Plants are scrambling to drink nectar for fear of being left behind before it is too late. On the other side, the wind is walking lightly, enjoying the green Wang Yang leisurely. ...
Fourth grade: arel.
The composition of Grade 8 in the rain The sky is overcast, the sky is still hazy, and the water is "ticking" underground. The rain seems to be crying ... the path is rugged and there is still some water.
My mother and I are on our way to the vegetable market. I walked with an umbrella and saw my mother holding an umbrella with several holes to shelter me from the wind and rain, but I walked in the rain and my clothes were soaked. I asked, "mom, why are you walking outside the umbrella?" Aren't you afraid of being caught in the rain? " Mother kindly replied, "Never mind, this dress of mine is rain-proof." Then he asked, "Are you cold, son?" After that, I took out my hand, touched it and said, "Oh, why are my hands so cold?" Put them in my crumbling nest. " I patted my chest and said, "Never mind, Mom." Mother said solemnly, "No, or you will catch a cold." After listening to this sentence, a warm current kept surging in my heart, and tears could not help flowing down from my eyes. ...
Perhaps what people call maternal love is the moment they just realized, and they carved a brand-new page with this touch.