400 words 1 composition describing spring rain Spring has quietly arrived, and everything on the earth has begun to recover. Miss Chun fondles everything in the world affectionately. In order to make everything grow better, there was a spring rain.
"Spring rain is as expensive as oil", indeed. Whenever the spring rain comes, it is like a mother's milk, which slowly moistens everything. Spring rain is not as fierce as summer rain, autumn rain is bleak, winter rain is cold, and only spring rain is more delicious and nutritious.
"Boom ..." When the spring thunder sounded, the dark clouds had already filled the sky. I won't let you go, and neither will you. They all want to occupy a good place to shelter from the rain. Finally, some clouds could not wait, so they came down first. I didn't expect it to be triggered. Soon, the rain became heavy. The slender rain is as light as a needle and thread, and it is really comfortable to hit the body. Suddenly, a spring breeze blew, naughty raindrops suddenly danced, and some were playing with each other, full of vitality and joy.
Raindrops fall and "tick" plays wonderful music. Trees, grass, flowers and insects are enjoying the rain. The rain soaked the mother's hard work and care in spring. That rain, like a mother's shoulder in spring, entrusted one life after another. Spring rain, spring rain, you are gentle as silk gauze, you are selfless and sacrifice yourself for more lives. Spring rain, your material strength is precious, so is your spirit?
The rain stopped gradually, and a fresh air came to my face, ah! How fresh, how fresh. Look, the wet trees suddenly sprout new buds. It cleared up after the rain-the sun came out and shone warmly on this brand-new land, which made people feel very comfortable. Thanks to the baptism of the spring rain, the sun after the rain appears brighter, warmer and purer.
Yes, the spring rain has purified everything in the world and my soul.
What a wonderful spring rain!
The first spring rain of this year arrived as scheduled, and we are still in class. The rain knocked on the window and we all looked out.
Spring rain falls on the earth like a wisp of drizzle. Like a beautiful embroidered mother throwing a silver needle and shining. It is raining harder. On the roof, in the street, a layer of white rain and fog splashed, just like an ethereal plain yarn. After class, we ran to the playground. Raindrops gently hit our faces, and the cold wind blew on our faces. I couldn't help shivering and turned and ran into the teaching building.
The rain in early spring is mixed with small pieces of ice, bright as snow and cold as graupel, but it belongs to spring rather than winter. Like ice, but without some ice indifference, like snow, it will never pollute the earth again. It carries the news of the end of winter and the first greeting in spring, permeates the earth, infiltrates everything, destroys decay and inspires new life.
After school, we breathe the fresh air after the rain and walk home against the unique warm wind in spring.
Through the park, after the spring rain, the lawn is "similar in color from a distance, but there is nothing", and some new green grows quietly in the grass. Looking at green from a distance, there is not a trace of green at close range. As long as you pull a piece of grass by hand, you will find that the root of the grass is green. It will turn completely green before you know it.
The rain began to trickle down again, hitting my face comfortably, and it played the opening movement again.
This afternoon, it was stuffy and hot. I was doing my homework in the house. Suddenly, the sky was overcast and windy, and soon it began to rain. I put down my pen and went to the balcony to enjoy the rain.
Look, the raindrops fell on the ground, merged into streams and flowed away; You see, raindrops fall on the eaves, dripping like broken beads; Look, raindrops fall on flowers and trees, so that flowers and grass can suck the rain and dew in spring. Look, it rains in Mao Mao. ...
I walked in the rain with an umbrella. Naughty raindrops fell on my umbrella, as if playing games with me. Looking around, everything is so fresh and pleasant. I can't help putting down my umbrella and turning around in the rain. Raindrops immediately hit my face, nose, hair and jumped into my mouth. Ah, so cool and comfortable! The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and there is an incomparably wide bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth, which is misty. I continued to walk in the rain with my umbrella. ...
About an hour later, the rain stopped. You see, the grass on the ground seems to have grown a few inches higher; Look, the leaves of willow seem to turn green a lot; Look, the vegetable dolls seem to straighten their backs and clap their hands to sing the harvest song. ...
I took a deep breath and seemed to feel that even the air was much fresher. Everything is new after the rain.
Ah, I love you, Chunyu!
Yesterday, there was a spring rain here. I didn't expect the spring rain to come so violently. Although it is spring rain, raindrops bigger than beans are still falling. Raindrops and wind form a beautiful scenic line.
We didn't feel it when it began to rain, but it rained harder and harder, and the English class began to watch. The coolness of the rain makes us intoxicated, so that playing in the rain, whether the clothes are soaked by the rain or not, we all think it is a kind of fun.
Raindrops fall slowly, and the rain dolls jump down from the sky happily, one by one, and come to the ground to play happily. They are a group of lovely elves, writhing happily on the earth. The earth enjoys the touch of raindrops, and raindrops become the "mother" of flowers and trees, nurturing them and making them grow up slowly.
As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", but it was not like this yesterday. Raindrops rush to the earth intensively, as if to launch a "blitzkrieg" against the earth. Hua, Hua, this is the sound of rain hitting the ground. In the heavy rain, the air is also very fresh. I caught the freshest air and watched the spring rain from the window. At this time, every little makes a mickle, and it becomes a small puddle much shallower than a stream.
In this way, the spring rain lasted for several hours until the evening, and the handover song played with the earth also stopped. Rain doll also slept and stopped playing. ...
The composition describing spring rain is 400 words. Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote a poem "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently". In fact, the rain during the day is more beautiful.
The spring rain is falling like a delicate jade hand; Spring breeze is charming and shy, just like a lady's silence. Invisible, the spring rain has quietly woven an invisible net, just like the thread of cow hair in Suzhou embroidery. "sasha vujacic", this is its happy songs, spring rain and "symphony", leaving a string of new life in the endless front. Build a new life.
Like smoke, like fog, I don't know who stopped. Hold up a flower-like umbrella. Suddenly, people outside and outside the window are looking forward to the misty spring rain. It is organized. Every step it takes, it dances briskly and vigorously, walking towards the soil full of flowers. Everybody knows, everybody knows. It is often said that spring is the beginning of a year, so what is spring rain?
Spring rain is a saint calling for life. Look, it is a small tree that is about to grow green leaves: its green body is swaying in the spring breeze; Look, that's whispering Yanzi, looking for the home it should have in the spring rain. Can you deny that it is a saint who summons life?
Perhaps, it is the attitude of the spring rain that is so charming that people can't help but imagine; Perhaps the dignity of the spring breeze is admirable. However, the only constant is the "life call" of the spring rain. This time next year, it will still come to this world with a brand new look.
Finally, it stopped dancing, but I still quietly savored these two meaningful words.
The composition describing the spring rain is 400 words and 6 words. Standing on the windowsill, looking up at the sky, it is a depressing gray. The rain kept falling and fell on the leaves, making a crunching sound. Fall into the pond and make a note of "ding"; It landed on the roof with a bang ... all kinds of rain intertwined and played the first symphony of spring.
The pond is a stage for rain, and the feet of rain gently step over the smooth water surface, splashing ripples. In the misty rain curtain, the willows by the pool look greener. A gust of wind brought rain, and the soft branches and leaves of willow swayed with the wind, occasionally touching the water like dragonflies. The grass on the ground spits out green. Such a light rain scene seems to be a pale green landscape painting.
Spring is the season when flowers bloom. Camellia, peach blossom, pear blossom, begonia flower ... A begonia flower was planted on the windowsill, and oblique rain blew in, bringing a refreshing, bright red petal with crystal dew. After a while, pearl-like dew rolled down the curved petals, and the petals were covered with rain. When I smell it gently, a fragrant flower fragrance rushes straight to my nostrils, refreshing and refreshing. Dew makes Haitang more elegant and noble, and the colored flower core is not thick or yellow, which is light and pleasing to the eye.
All kinds of colorful flowers are blurred, and all kinds of colors are mixed together to weave a dreamy color, which may be the color of spring!
I don't know when the rain stopped and the sun came out, and everything became clear. The sun shines on the earth, and everything is covered with a golden glow, so quiet and peaceful. ...
I am a spring rain. Brother Feng and I came quietly. I went to the forest first. When I came, the small animals were hiding at home, the gopher was hiding in the burrow, the bird was hiding in the nest, and the wild boar was hiding in the tree hole. ...
I moisten the willows and want them to sprout quickly; I moisten the grass and want it to break through the ground; I moisten the little flower and want it to bloom quickly and give off a thick fragrance. ...
I sprinkled raindrops on the forest again, and I changed the color of the forest. The colors in the forest are layered and difficult to distinguish, and all the colors are blended with dripping green.
Brother Feng blew me to the river again, where it was very dry, the river was almost dry, and the animals were hungry, so I played another game here. The animals are jumping happily, as if they were dancing. Gradually, the river was full, and all the animals went to the river to drink water. At this time, my water is running out.
Brother Feng blew me into a meadow again, and I began to fall again. Grass, rocks, leaves, flowers and so on on the grass have become wonderful keys. My rain is like countless fingers tapping the keys, making a "tick" sound, and countless ticking sounds make up a beautiful and beautiful song without words. This ballad has spread far and far away, so that everything in the distance can appreciate this wonderful musical charm.
Here, my rain has ended and my mission has been completed. I think what I have done is meaningful. Before long, the big willow will grow very luxuriantly, the small flowers will bloom more beautifully and the fragrance will be more fragrant ... I look forward to the next interesting, wonderful and meaningful trip.
The 400-word composition describes the spring rain coming quietly in August.
The melting ding-dong spring water is the laughter of the spring girl; Bloom's flowers are falling and the grass is lush, which is Miss Chun's dance skirt. Look, Miss Spring and Miss Rain are dancing in the sky.
In that vast world, only Miss Chun and Miss Yu are left. They danced a cheerful and beautiful waltz to their heart's content, and they spread the cool breeze all over the street.
The wind, naughtily floating in the street, the rain beads fell on the road, and gradually, the rain quietly opened with the wind. The rain fell on the road, splashing silvery white flowers, but in a blink of an eye, the flowers disappeared again, and then thousands of silvery white flowers came out. It's raining harder and the wind is blowing harder. Miss Chun and Miss Yu are jumping more and more happily. Diamonds and strings of beads are woven into a wide spider web of Zhang Jingying in the middle of heaven and earth, which is dazzling and beautiful. The rustling rain sounds like a wonderful sport. The little silver flowers on the road have blossomed one after another, and the cobwebs in the air have been woven one after another. At this time, the dance music has reached its climax, and everything in the world seems to be endowed with life, which is very lively. This scene is already very beautiful in my heart.
Gradually, the rain is far away, the silver flowers are gone, even the wide spider webs disappear into the sky, and the dance music is over.
After the rain, the air is always fresh, the flowers are blooming, and the grass is proud to hold its head high. In this spring dance music, they passed the test of the spring girl. Look, that's their smiling faces.
I like rain, which belongs to spring rain.
I like spring.
The composition describing spring rain is 400 words. 9 "Good rain knows the season when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. " Whenever I read this poem, I am full of longing for the misty spring rain.
I walked out of the house this afternoon, and a cool breeze came on me. Ah, it's raining! I walked in the rain, and the thin spring rain floated on my little face, cool and immersed in my heart. It's so comfortable The drizzle is feeding the newly awakened earth, grass, flowers and trees. She was so quiet that she touched the mountains and rivers and moistened every corner. I took a deep breath, ah! How fresh the air is! I walked slowly in the rain, enjoying the spring rain. Looking up, the sky is gloomy, and the misty fog seems to have covered the earth with a thin layer of yellow sand. The rain was thin and light. She fell gently to the ground and got wet with flowers and trees. Although there is less rain, it can bring the breath and longing of spring to the earth.
As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil." From last year 10 to now, we have had 100 days without rain, and the weather is very dry. I learned from the news that many crops and vegetables in the north have died, and some places are even difficult to use domestic water. The Liuxi Lake here has already dried up, and the bottom of the lake has cracked. After drying up, there are dead screws and mussels everywhere. Seeing all this, I was very shocked and anxious. Now the spring rain has come quietly. It's a timely rain! Rain, you enjoy the underground! Let the thirsty earth be nourished, let the withered wheat seedlings be reborn, and let the long-term drought life be showers! "A drop of rain, a drop of spring, bursts of spring rain promote the Spring Festival." I like this timely rain.
The rain is getting smaller and smaller. I hope this spring rain can last longer and bring more spring breath and joy to people. I like this mild spring rain.
The composition describing the spring rain is 400 words. 10, it's raining again. Rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, and you can't hear the noise or feel the drop of fish. I just feel as if this is a kind of moist smoke, gently moistening the earth and our hearts. Spring rain, like an angel sent by Miss Chun, comes to the world with spring in the new year.
Spring rain falls on the pond, and the ice in the pond has melted. Fish are turning freely in the pond. They swim to the surface one by one, jumping and enjoying the bath and moisture of spring rain. The frog in the pond, after a winter, jumped ashore from the water and let the spring rain fall on him. They jumped from shore to water for a while, and then jumped from water to shore. He shouted happily from time to time: "Goo goo, goo goo, goo goo". The spring rain has added a lot of vitality to the pond.
The spring rain falls in the Woods. After a winter, the forest is full of yellow mud and the trees are bare. After a spring, it looks like a stain. The Woods seem to have taken off their winter clothes and put on the spring clothes that Miss Chun made for them. The spring rain added a bit of "green" to the forest.
Spring rain falls on the lawn. The grass changed from yellow to green after a spring rain. Green is fresh, green is lovely and looks full of vitality. On the one hand, beautiful willows spread out thousands of willows with yellow leaves and tender leaves, floating in the wind. Spring rains bring infinite vitality to grasslands and willows.
Ah! Chunyu, you are an angel sent by teacher Chun, bringing infinite vitality to our land! Spring rain You are the prelude to spring hymns, and you have dedicated all your strength to the earth.
The composition describing the spring rain is 400 words (1 1). My mother said that it was close to February 2 these days, and the dragon looked up, so there was a lot of rain.
The day before yesterday, it was drizzling. This rain, like fluff, is particularly comfortable and cool on my face. After the rain, I came to the flower bed and saw that the grass in the flower bed was greener, as green as some little green daisies raised by my mother, so cute; Flowers are redder, like groups of warm but dignified small flames; Even the songs of birds are more beautiful, clear and beautiful because of the baptism of this spring rain. ...
But yesterday's rain was not like this. Oh, not at all!
Yesterday's rain was like the Yangtze River and Yellow River in the sky, and all the water in it leaked to the world. We were having a class at that time. I saw the sky outside the window overcast and suddenly it was dark. From time to time there was a muffled thunder. Looking at this scene, I can't help but think of a symphony of lightning and thunder I heard in music class. Then, the wind blew, the branches shook violently and it rained. It growled and roared like the same terrible dragon, as if to tear up and devour the whole world. ...
The rain in spring is varied and colorful, including gentle and continuous drizzle and violent rainstorm, but my love for them is eternal. Because, without them, who will wake up the spring?
I like the cold in winter, the hot in summer and the cool in autumn, but I prefer the tenderness in spring and the continuous drizzle in spring.
The spring rain came, and I walked on the path, breathing fresh air and touching the breath of spring, feeling particularly comfortable.
Light rain, as thin as a needle tip, as light as a cow's hair, as smoke and fog, falls silently and drops on my face and body. The buds on the branches leaned out of their cute little heads and looked at me quietly and smiled. Light rain fell naughtily on them. Ha, what a beautiful beaded dress! The wind doll is so naughty, blowing rain everywhere, falling on the tree, on the grass and on my face.
Inadvertently looked up and saw a new green in the distance. That's a tree, that's grass, and that's the messenger of spring. I can't help walking there quickly. Hey, where is the grass? I want to know, why are they missing? A closer look reveals a smile on her lips. The grass is too small, it is light green from a distance, but it is not clear when you look closely. I took a deep breath and was intoxicated. How charming this strange scenery is! Looking up, I saw a layer of aperture on the edge of the cloud, which was the light of the sun. Oh, how strange and wonderful the scenery is!
Rain, falling quietly. This spring rain has driven away the traces of winter, made spring more beautiful and made people love spring more. Look! Trees shoot green buds, grass drills out of the ground, and even buildings seem to straighten their backs. What a refreshing experience!
In spring, when the first spring rain comes, we don't need to worry about unpleasant things, because when the first spring rain comes, people's hearts have been washed. Isn't it? The first spring rain represents a new beginning.
There are all kinds of rains all year round. However, I only loved the first affectionate drizzle that spring. ...
The composition describing the spring rain is 400 words 13. In winter, I sat on a rusty crowbar and flew away with a biting cold wind and flying snow. Spring girl came with colorful flower baskets and light steps. She scattered the flowers in the basket on the ground, and the flowers turned into spring rain and fluttered to the world.
Continuous spring rain, inextricably linked, such as ox hair, like a needle, thin and dense, like smoke covering the earth.
I walked out of the house and walked in the light rain, let the naughty light rain drop on my face and let my thoughts fly freely. At this time, I found that I don't know when, the willows on the roadside pulled out new branches, and the thin long wicker swayed in the wind, as if grateful for the moisture of the spring rain. The grass sticks out its head stubbornly and looks at this novel world curiously. The vast land is also radiant with a little new green! Hard-working and simple farmers are grasping this wonderful spring sowing. "Good rain knows the season when spring comes-"I couldn't help reciting this poem.
Oh, flowers are the soul of summer, leaves are the soul of autumn, and snow is the soul of winter-I think rain is the soul of spring. I want to ask: if it doesn't rain in spring, will it make everything lack vitality and vitality and make people's lives less interesting?
I love the spring rain, its softness, its fluttering, its moistening and its selfless dedication!
Composition describing spring rain 400 words 14 I love spring. I love the romance and loveliness of spring, I love the vitality of spring, I love the birds and flowers in spring, but I love the drizzle in spring more.
The rain in spring is very good. Last night, when we were doing radio exercises, it began to rain in Mao Mao. "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic", hit in the face, cool, very comfortable.
It rains heavily in spring. I was attracted by the soft and dense spring rain. It is as light as a cow's hair, as thin as a needle, as thin as silk, and it is densely woven and moistens the earth. How beautiful! This reminds me of a poem: "I want to get my clothes wet, but I don't feel cold when I blow my face." The dense spring rain moistens everything in the world. It brings happiness and joy to people!
Rain, slowly becoming thin and small. My friends and I happily ran to the playground to feel and appreciate the poetic rain.
Ah! This rain in early spring is different from other seasons. Thin, dense, small and cool! Facing the continuous spring rain, you can't seem to feel its existence. It landed on the roof like a white sarong. It landed on the branch, and the branch danced with it happily. It fell into the river again, and the river rippled ...
The rain stopped, the sky became so clear, the air became so fresh, the branches were washed like water, and the roads became extremely clean. ...
I like the continuous spring rain. It's beautiful!
The composition describing the spring rain is 400 words, 15. After a night of rain, it finally went away with the clouds in the morning light.
When traveling in the morning, the crystal rain on the eaves swam along the beams, but it scampered to the hand that was about to push the door. The door opened, but it was a mist that covered the world like a veil. There are flowers in the fog, which are picked lightly, but scattered all over the floor; Petals swam around in the depression by the roadside, so hastily, so silently, and silently. Are you the star of Tianhe? Good things are always short-lived, but they often make us unforgettable.
At one o'clock, a few bluebirds flew from nowhere, taking care of their wet wings alternately. The rain at night fixed their fragile beaks, chattered, probably thirsty, and twisted their necks to peck at the morning dew crawling on that branch. Their little love has stirred countless petals.
At night, heavy rain fell from the sky again, but the birds in the morning had already gone somewhere to play, leaving only a few feathers and the fragrance of Chinese rose. Pinched into the soil by the rain, the feather tip is still hung with clever water drops. Earthworms jump up and down in the soil, arching every inch of land transformed by these tourists from heaven. The shy buds on the horizon are also quietly blooming at this time, in order to pray for more showers in heaven.
At night, the heavy rain also tired me to rest, and the smell mixed with earthy breath spread in the streets. Everything is so quiet in this small town north of the Yangtze River. Maybe rain is the real cleaner!