A 500-word essay describing a rainy day 1
The rain is falling like this, smart and jumping, and it will always bring back the dusty memories, turning the pages of memory, and on the pages of the book Write down the rights and wrongs of the world, and then let them disappear in the wash of the rain, silently, leaving only the infinite reverie of the rain watcher...
Rain has a sound. The sound of spring rain often comes from the call of Thunder God and Lightning Mother. Sometimes it is like a veil caressing the face, accompanied by a few wisps of gentle wind, whispering in the ear; sometimes it is like the sullenness on a daughter's face, greeted by a few spring thunders, Invigorate the body and mind. Xia Yu's voice is like the cry of a baby when it is born, thunder and lightning, wind and lightning, heavy rain showers, hearty and straightforward, resounding from heaven to earth. The sound of autumn rain is just like the solemn sound of farmers’ uncles’ hard-working sweat dripping on the land they have nestled with for decades. It is plain, true, and sincere and affectionate. The sound of winter rain is like the white snow falling on the world like a fairy, leaving no trace of its gentle beauty, which is intoxicating. The low spring rain is like the chirping of swallows among the red flowers and green leaves; the straightforward summer rain is like the natural flow of water and clouds; the thick autumn rain is like the contentment of mature rice and wheat swaying in the wind; the clear and beautiful winter rain , just like a picture of winter snow, bringing people inner refreshment.
Rain, colored. Spring rain is green, the green ignited by life with hope, which will never fade; summer rain is the interweaving of white and pink, which is composed of the delicate and lovely petals of the lotus that emerges from the mud but is not stained. ; Autumn rain is golden, when the fruits emit light; winter rain is white, due to the reflection of snow and the purity of the sky.
Rain has a smell. The taste of spring rain is sweet and delicious, mixed with the aura of all things; the taste of summer rain is as cool as ice, with the original taste of earth; the taste of autumn rain is mellow like tea, with a few hints of harvest sweetness wafting from time to time; the taste of winter rain is sharp Biting to the bone, accompanied by a bit of snow's indifference and indifference.
Rain is a creature of nature, a rare story in the world, the nearest way station for the soul, and an innate partner of emotions. It drips in the fields and floats in the world. The sound echoes in the throbbing of life, permeates the earth, talks to all things, and never stops talking and listening to them. In this way, it travels between heaven and earth again and again because of its mission. A 500-word essay describing a rainy day Part 2
It rained again. A late-blooming rose trembled gently in the rain, its buds about to bloom were half-closed, like a baby's slightly open red mouth. A few crystal clear raindrops dripped on the red lips. Are they the tears shed by the weak rose in the wind? The naughty rain elf approached my window with brisk steps and knocked on my heart.
When I was a child, I always liked to go out and play on rainy days in early summer. Wearing a pair of sandals on bare feet, I ran around in the alley. The swishing raindrops will splash on the water surface, interestingly blooming into clusters of transparent flowers that are not seen in the plant world. Then, under Feng'er's urging, he suddenly appeared, as if he was extremely shy. After a while, grandpa's voice will catch up. The call of love pulled the beautiful little flower umbrella to protect his beloved little granddaughter from the wind and rain.
As I get older, I no longer run in the rain. Hold a blue silk umbrella, and across it, thousands of raindrops shine like stars in the sky. In the distance, the hazy tall buildings will forget their past majesty and straightness, and melt together with the rain, turning into a fresh and passionate ink painting.
After high school, busy studies replaced the leisurely stroll in the rain. When it rains, I always rush home and work at my desk. Occasionally when my homework is over, I will pour a cup of tea, hold a copy of Song Ci, and feel the gentleness of Li Qingzhao and the heroism of Su Dongpo in the sound of rustling rain. At that moment, I thought about whether the ancients would light a red candle on a rainy night and write a famous sentence that will last forever, and the red candle seemed to be right in front of me...
Time is always so ruthless, and it is coming in a flash. . The girl who was once obsessed with fermenting her emotions in the rain also has traces of time. After working for many years, I may no longer complain about illness or worry about composing new words. I just still love the rainy day deeply, love listening to its call deeply, and am used to my pulse beating with the rhythm of the raindrops.
Why I like rainy days, I don’t know. Is it because the rainy day will take me to another place, far away from the bustling city; or is it because it reminds me of what is sealed in my memory, allowing me to revisit the place that I have always dreamed of, or...
It’s so nice to meet you on a rainy day. A 500-word essay describing a rainy day, Part 3
The drizzle outside the window makes people feel very calm. "Dingle bell, jingle bell, wake up, lazy boy, wake up, lazy boy..." My mood suddenly reached its climax. I dragged my father out of the house. We were going to register. I was really happy that I was going to junior high school. , we came to No. 6 Middle School. If you are an outsider, you will definitely not recognize that this is a junior high school, because the houses in front of it used to be the municipal government of Tongxiang, but now they are a junior high school that many people dream of.
As soon as I got out of the car, I saw the lush trees on both sides in front of the gate, and the cars of different shapes and colors on both sides of the road. There are communication rooms on both sides of the gate, and the sign "Tongxiang No. 6 Middle School" is hung on the two pillars beside the gate. Many people pass through this ancient gate every day.
When you walk into No. 6 Middle School, there are trees and grass everywhere. It was like walking into a primeval forest, silent in the drizzle. Big trees on both sides of the road led us into the teaching building of No. 6 Middle School. And when I just walked across the road, I only heard the footsteps and the sound of drizzle. It was really a pleasure to study in such a quiet place.
When we walked into the teaching building, there was a big hole in the middle of the building. When we walked there, the drizzle couldn't get close to us. There are students' works in the windows on both sides. In my eyes, they look like paintings by painters. There are stairs on the left and right sides of the teaching building, which lead to the place where the sound of reading is heard.
Going further inside are two completely different houses, and on the right is a two-story canteen. Those old windows tell you at a glance that this is an old house that has been around for decades. On the left is a newly built teaching building with orange and white exterior walls, which looks particularly impressive. The canteen on the right is blocked by a large tree with leafy branches. His antiquity is no longer visible. It looks particularly peaceful in the rain.
The rain fell harder and harder, and the tranquility in the woods soon became lively. There was a symphony of rain hitting the leaves, and a solo song of rain falling in the puddles... which formed a beautiful song. Song, we are welcome to sign up.
Although No. 6 Middle School is unfamiliar, it is so friendly and comfortable. A 500-word essay describing a rainy day Part 4
Someone once said: "Rain is an angel falling between heaven and earth." Others said: "Rain is a love poem entangled in this world of mortals." More Someone said: "Rain is the sorrow that cannot be shaken away."...I think that rain is my rare bosom friend.
Rain, this cool liquid, once used her cleanliness to wash away the filth in the world and the confusion in my heart. She would always come to the world quietly when I was depressed, blow away the fog in my heart, and end my inner worries. She can always express my inner thoughts, and she can always talk to me about the world and the human heart. To me, she is both a mentor and a friend. The Qingming Festival is the day I look forward to most. I always lie by the window, waiting for her to come. My mother always joked: "Everyone is looking forward to it not raining, so you are the only one who wants it to rain soon." I was still lying by the window, but I said in my heart: "You don't understand my happiness. Meeting a close friend is such a wonderful moment. It’s a joy that other people like you don’t understand.”
As I was longing for it day and night, she finally came as promised. Outside the window, the drizzle was falling, as if it was spiritual, knocking on my heart drop by drop. For a moment, the feelings in my heart were indescribable. When I ran under the eaves, I saw another scene.
The drizzle all over the sky is wanton and enchanting, like delicate falling flowers, floating down one after another. Feeling the unique beauty in front of me, in a daze, I plunged headlong into the wind and rain that confused my heart. The crisp wind mixed with a slight drizzle rushed towards me, and it blew over my whole body in an instant. Every inch of skin. Looking at the body soaked by the drizzle, inexplicably, an indifferent smile crept up my cheeks, along with a hint of bitterness, and then faintly spread out. I raised my hand, and drops of water patted my palm, blooming like a short-lived flower. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a puddle of water again. I clenched my fists, trying to keep this beautiful scenery. Helplessly, she flowed cleanly from her fingers, bit by bit. Was she thinking, "All the beautiful things in this world are perishable"? I understood, no longer lingering, turned around and left.
She accompanies me, accompanies my dreams, and appreciates life together. Hello, my friend. Drizzle, goodbye. A 500-word essay describing a rainy day Part 5
The rain, crystal clear, flawless and pure, wetted the Shangcheng, shining through the delicate water droplets for the last time before the breaking moment, the aqua blue Brilliant light. The colorful rain is like flowers blooming and falling, birds flying by the lakeside, subtle ripples following the peach petals, turning into colorful waterside in the bright black pupils, blue natural, blue bright...
Dark clouds spread silently across the entire sky. The aqua blue sky lost its bright color, leaving only the darkness of the rising sun covered by dark clouds. I held an orange-red umbrella, and the bright color was like a warm little sun, shining warmly on me. I walked on the path lined with flowers and plants, and I couldn't help but feel a strange charm about this path that I had walked countless times on weekdays, because the drizzle turned the ordinary path into something different from the past: tiny raindrops fell from the sky. It fell gently from the dark clouds, like a pure feather, falling quietly to the ground, floating in the wind and rain just for that beautiful moment. The flowers on the roadside were so cute. I squatted down and observed them carefully. There were crystal clear dewdrops shining on the petals. Under the refraction of a ray of light, they looked like brilliant diamonds inlaid on velvet. The pink color can't help but make people feel affectionate. The emerald green leaves have become as vibrant as the green of life after being baptized by rain. The corners of my mouth also bloomed with a pure smile like a pansy flower. At this moment, some people may be worrying about the small puddles on the road, but I have a different idea. Those small puddles make the gray road surface sparkling. Please imagine it. In the dreamy world of drizzle, jumping over small puddles is as comfortable as jumping over pieces of pure white soft clouds.
I don’t know how many people have laughed like silver bells in this puddle...
On rainy days, it is colorful... The water is rendered aqua blue after falling into the lake, and the pink color is The pink dew flowing down from the tender flowers, the flowing green water droplets hidden in the emerald green leaves, the raindrops falling on the bright smiling faces of the children like the fiery red sun... The colors absorbed by the raindrops must be the splendor of the rainbow after the rain, right?
The rain gradually stopped. The sky is gradually getting clearer. "Ta! Ta! Ta!" The only sound left on the path was my footsteps jumping over small puddles. The sun shines through the clouds. In the distance, a rainbow appeared on the horizon.