2, the reality of light rain, lingering light rain, called me out of my dream, thinking that I could not bear the provocation of winter rain, tossing and turning, and I could no longer be quiet with the earth and the night. Open the curtains, the outside world is dark and dignified; It's rare to concentrate on the lecture, enjoy oneself in solitude, and travel through the misty time and space, as if my thoughts were flying and dragged away by the winter rain. ...
In the early winter morning, the sky is gray, and the cold and heavy suffocation covers the whole world. The sun hasn't come out yet, and everything in winter is naked, with a cold breath. Cold, the obvious sign of winter coming. Watching the bleak autumn end its tenacious mission, I was overwhelmed by the irresistible domineering of winter in the falling leaves sky, only to find that the whole world has become the territory of cold air.
4. Winter Rain is an elegant poem and a lingering song. Come naturally, come without haste, impatience or anger. Take it easy, take it easy. It is neither as gentle as spring rain, nor as noisy as summer rain, nor as silent as autumn rain. Winter rain makes everything understand: don't miss the beauty of spring flowers, don't give up the passion of summer, don't indulge in the richness of autumn, and don't refuse the vitality of winter. It always treats everyone with a dull attitude, tolerance and loving eyes. You closed the window and closed the door, but it still lingers in your mind; Do you open the doors and windows or dribs and drabs? ...
5, winter rain, the last trace left by warm breath, has lost the pride of summer storm, and there is no tenderness of autumn rain. It is just doing its part to create a better world.
6, the rain is still falling, this is the first rain since winter, I sat by the window, staring at the winter rain in a daze, feeling that the rain is so ruthless, so depressed.
7. Winter rain is even more depressing. Pedestrians on the road are holding umbrellas and tightening their necks, and the pace of travel is faster. The original plan to play ball with my classmates was also ruined, and my mood was even more depressed. As our clothes get thicker, we lose the elasticity of the past. It is estimated that it won't be long before the damn frostbite will climb on my fingers. Thinking about the sunshine in spring, the comfort in summer and the coolness in autumn, staying at home now makes the original good mood depressed a lot.
2. Encyclopedia of sentences describing winter rain 1. The cold rain in winter, mixed with the whistling north wind, slaps everything on the ground and makes a desperate sound, making people feel the coolness of the rain.
2. Winter rain, hazy, cold and clear, intermittent.
Winter rain is white because of the reflection of snow and the purity of the sky.
The beauty of winter rain, like a picture of winter snow, brings people a refreshing feeling.
The sound of winter rain, like the snow from the fairy, came to the world without leaving a trace of softness.
6. The smell of winter rain is biting, accompanied by the indifference and indifference of snow.
7. The storm rolled up like countless whips and hit the window heavily.
8. The wind kept blowing in the air, and a natural painting was sent out with the rain and misty rain.
9. After the thunder, the heavy rain kept falling like a broken bead.
10. Cold and madness, despair and hope, destruction and rebirth all meet in this storm! Convergence! Fusion!
1 1. The storm hit the window glass like an arrow, and a series of winding water marks flowed out from top to bottom.
12. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
3. Poems describing spring rain, summer rain, autumn rain and winter rain describe spring rain:
1, the first night of spring rain in Lin 'an
Song dynasty: Lu you
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
2. Spring rain
Tang Dynasty: Xu Ning
When the flowers bloom, you can see the continuous rain, clouds entering people's houses and destroying dikes.
Yesterday, the spring breeze was on the road, and poor Jin Hong threw mud in vain.
3. After the spring rain
Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
It rained for a while last night, which is Su Qun's fate.
The most prophetic thing is that the grass struggles out.
Describe the rain in summer:
Yu Xia 1
Tang Dynasty: Wang Jia
Not only to fight drought and relieve summer heat, but also to save people. The world is steaming wet, and the garden is like spring.
Wash the wind and clear the pillow, and lose dust at night. Looking forward to a good year, Fu Tian smiled at people.
2. Summer rain
Tang Dynasty: Xue Neng
There are plenty of fish in the sea. There is a rush to remove the sound everywhere, and the residual potential leans towards the building.
Red leaves are covered with trees, and flowers fall with dust. Xiaoxiang infinite thinking, glanced at Jane.
Describe the autumn rain:
Sleeping at night in autumn rain
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Three cold autumn nights, a comfortable old man.
After lights out, sleep in the beautiful rain.
Grey thermos flask, fragrant warm quilt.
The sun is shining, it is freezing, and the frost leaves are full of red.
A similar poem:
Yan Wen
Tang Dynasty: Wei Wuying
Where is my hometown? It is leisurely to think about it.
Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.
4. Good words and sentences to describe winter rain In the early morning of winter rain, the sky was gray, and the cold and thick Sha Qi enveloped the whole world.
The sun hasn't come out yet, and everything in winter is naked, with a cold breath. Cold, a clear sign that winter is coming.
Watching the bleak autumn end its tenacious mission, I was overwhelmed by the irresistible domineering of winter in the falling leaves sky, only to find that the whole world has become the territory of cold air. Winter rain, falling from the sky, mixed with ice drops like snow but not snow, hurts like a knife cut on the face.
It's just that this winter rain scares you and chills you. I often lament the magic of nature, rain and snow come to earth hand in hand! Rain and snow are sometimes annoying, but they are said to clean up the world.
Winter rain, although there has never been a beautiful praise of spring rain, has no complaints, silently telling people, predicting: my disappearance, white snowy days are just around the corner. The winter rain, the last trace left by the warm atmosphere, has lost the pride of the summer storm and the gentleness of the autumn rain, and is just doing its bit to create a better world.
I put on my cotton-padded clothes and tried to experience the smell of winter rain. Before I came to my senses, my whole body was covered with its affection. It told me gently, don't say I am heartless. Although I am in the wrong season, we are also sons of nature and friends who walk with you in this world.
The world is quiet and innocent because of rain. The quietly falling winter rain has added a bit of harmony and beauty to this ordinary world, and dedicated everything to the freshness of this world, with no regrets.
Zhou Zhongying Winter Rain is a girl that I can't erase from my heart. It was she who tolerated and lit up my first love and made my sad life better. At that time, I was still young, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and I was too shy to talk to girls.
At that time, I was in the first semester of grade three, and my classmates studied very hard to prepare for a good school. Dong Yu is the monitor of our class, and his grades are good. The school is going to train her to go to a technical secondary school. I am just an ordinary student.
Winter rain looks beautiful and is recognized as a beauty. Going back to the boys' dormitory at night, everyone likes to talk about her and how beautiful she is, which can be regarded as a kind of entertainment after intense study.
Every time I listen quietly, I never express any opinions, but my heart is full of joy. Because I have a special feeling for her, hazy, maybe this is the seed of first love.
I never talk to girls in class, except Dong Yu. I really want to talk to her. She is the monitor and often wants to communicate with us. For example, she shouted, "Zhou Zhongying, stay and sweep the floor today."
Her faint words are very magnetic to me, and I will complete her task with good quality and quantity. At that time, she was almost my idol. Her words and eyes excite me.
So, I began to miss her. Sometimes I want to write to her, but I dare not. It's a bit like "Toad wants to eat swan meat".
So when I am free, I will engrave her name on my desk again and again and write it in my diary. Half a year has passed, and we are all in peace. No one knows my secret.
In the second semester, things changed quickly. The gap between the good students and the poor students in our class has obviously widened. Good students have stepped up their studies, but poor students have the mentality of finishing this semester.
I belong to a class that is neither very good nor poor. It's just that acacia occupies most of my study time. One day, a poor student stole my diary while I was away. In class, he appreciated my diary very much, because he was immersed in my affectionate sentences and was found by the class teacher to hand in my diary.
As a result, my hidden relationship was exposed to the public. Before long, Dong Yu dropped out of school, and a promising girl was ruined.
I was so sad that I left school soon. After dropping out of school, I worked as a self-employed, repaired bicycles and lived a poor life in the town of my hometown.
Of course, in the past three years, apart from doing business, I have been continuing my dream of being a writer. Occasionally, some small pieces of tofu will appear in newspapers.
The first novel published was a poem "A Plum Cut by Rain" written for Dong Yu, which contained two sentences: In my memory/It was a cold winter/I saw a plum cut by rain/I licked a wound that was difficult to heal ... Goodbye Dong Yu is three years later. One day, a beautiful girl came to my repair booth and asked me to help her repair motorcycle tires.
After taking over the business, I started working soon. At that time, Dong Yu didn't say anything, just kept watching me mend her tire.
When I finished mending the tire and prepared to settle the bill with her, I found this familiar and beautiful face: Winter Rain! I didn't know what to say at that time. I couldn't wait to open a crack in the ground and let me in. Things are a little sudden, and some people are at a loss.
At that time, she gave me the impression that she was rich and had a good life. Since then, she has often come to my repair booth. Sometimes I am too busy, and she will not hesitate to get her hands dirty to help me, which makes me very moved and happy.
Soon we fell in love. Toad finally ate swan meat.
Dongyu has many plans, one of which is to send me to Luxun College of Literature. Soon I bid farewell to the humble repair booth and became a member of Luxun College of Literature.
My tuition and all expenses are paid by the winter rain. When I was studying, she went to the south. She writes me a letter every week and sends me money every month.
I worked hard in the College of Arts and learned a lot. At the same time, I gradually embarked on the road of literature. In the lonely four-year study, winter rain is the pillar and sustenance of my motivation.
After studying in the College of Literature for four years, Dong Yu didn't visit me for our future dream. At that time, there was no program-controlled telephone, so it was inconvenient to make a phone call. She melted all her love into letters and money. After graduation, I found a decent job in a magazine in the provincial capital.
The first thing is to write to her and ask her to come back and finish our second plan: to get married in the provincial capital. After the letter was sent, I waited for a reply every day.
However, three months have passed without any news. So I went south to Guangzhou to find winter.
5. Good words and sentences to describe winter rain In the early morning of winter rain, the sky was gray, and the cold and thick Sha Qi enveloped the whole world.
The sun hasn't come out yet, and everything in winter is naked, with a cold breath. Cold, a clear sign that winter is coming.
Watching the bleak autumn end its tenacious mission, I was overwhelmed by the irresistible domineering of winter in the falling leaves sky, only to find that the whole world has become the territory of cold air. Winter rain, falling from the sky, mixed with ice drops like snow but not snow, hurts like a knife cut on the face.
It's just that this winter rain scares you and chills you. I often lament the magic of nature, rain and snow come to earth hand in hand! Rain and snow are sometimes annoying, but they are said to clean up the world.
Winter rain, although there has never been a beautiful praise of spring rain, has no complaints, silently telling people, predicting: my disappearance, white snowy days are just around the corner. The winter rain, the last trace left by the warm atmosphere, has lost the pride of the summer storm and the gentleness of the autumn rain, and is just doing its bit to create a better world.
I put on my cotton-padded clothes and tried to experience the smell of winter rain. Before I came to my senses, my whole body was covered with its affection. It told me gently, don't say I am heartless. Although I am in the wrong season, we are also sons of nature and friends who walk with you in this world.
The world is quiet and innocent because of rain. The quietly falling winter rain has added a bit of harmony and beauty to this ordinary world, and dedicated everything to the freshness of this world, with no regrets.
Zhou Zhongying Winter Rain is a girl that I can't erase from my heart. It was she who tolerated and lit up my first love and made my sad life better. At that time, I was still young, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and I was too shy to talk to girls.
At that time, I was in the first semester of grade three, and my classmates studied very hard to prepare for a good school. Dong Yu is the monitor of our class, and his grades are good. The school is going to train her to go to a technical secondary school. I am just an ordinary student.
Winter rain looks beautiful and is recognized as a beauty. Going back to the boys' dormitory at night, everyone likes to talk about her and how beautiful she is, which can be regarded as a kind of entertainment after intense study.
Every time I listen quietly, I never express any opinions, but my heart is full of joy. Because I have a special feeling for her, hazy, maybe this is the seed of first love.
I never talk to girls in class, except Dong Yu. I really want to talk to her. She is the monitor and often wants to communicate with us. For example, she shouted, "Zhou Zhongying, stay and sweep the floor today."
Her faint words are very magnetic to me, and I will complete her task with good quality and quantity. At that time, she was almost my idol. Her words and eyes excite me.
So, I began to miss her. Sometimes I want to write to her, but I dare not. It's a bit like "Toad wants to eat swan meat".
So when I am free, I will engrave her name on my desk again and again and write it in my diary. Half a year has passed, and we are all in peace. No one knows my secret.
In the second semester, things changed quickly. The gap between the good students and the poor students in our class has obviously widened. Good students have stepped up their studies, but poor students have the mentality of finishing this semester.
I belong to a class that is neither very good nor poor. It's just that acacia occupies most of my study time. One day, a poor student stole my diary while I was away. In class, he appreciated my diary very much, because he was immersed in my affectionate sentences and was found by the class teacher to hand in my diary.
As a result, my hidden relationship was exposed to the public. Before long, Dong Yu dropped out of school, and a promising girl was ruined.
I was so sad that I left school soon. After dropping out of school, I worked as a self-employed, repaired bicycles and lived a poor life in the town of my hometown.
Of course, in the past three years, apart from doing business, I have been continuing my dream of being a writer. Occasionally, some small pieces of tofu will appear in newspapers.
The first novel published was a poem "A Plum Cut by Rain" written for Dong Yu, which contained two sentences: In my memory/It was a cold winter/I saw a plum cut by rain/I licked a wound that was difficult to heal ... Goodbye Dong Yu is three years later. One day, a beautiful girl came to my repair booth and asked me to help her repair motorcycle tires.
After taking over the business, I started working soon. At that time, Dong Yu didn't say anything, just kept watching me mend her tire.
When I finished mending the tire and prepared to settle the bill with her, I found this familiar and beautiful face: Winter Rain! I didn't know what to say at that time. I couldn't wait to open a crack in the ground and let me in. Things are a little sudden, and some people are at a loss.
At that time, she gave me the impression that she was rich and had a good life. Since then, she has often come to my repair booth. Sometimes I am too busy, and she will not hesitate to get her hands dirty to help me, which makes me very moved and happy.
Soon we fell in love. Toad finally ate swan meat.
Dongyu has many plans, one of which is to send me to Luxun College of Literature. Soon I bid farewell to the humble repair booth and became a member of Luxun College of Literature.
My tuition and all expenses are paid by the winter rain. When I was studying, she went to the south. She writes me a letter every week and sends me money every month.
I worked hard in the College of Arts and learned a lot. At the same time, I gradually embarked on the road of literature. In the lonely four-year study, winter rain is the pillar and sustenance of my motivation.
After studying in the College of Literature for four years, Dong Yu didn't visit me for our future dream. At that time, there was no program-controlled telephone, so it was inconvenient to make a phone call. She melted all her love into letters and money. After graduation, I found a decent job in a magazine in the provincial capital.
The first thing is to write to her and ask her to come back and finish our second plan: to get married in the provincial capital. After the letter was sent, I waited for a reply every day.
However, three months have passed without any news. So I went south to Guangzhou.
6. Can you help me write a poem about winter rain?