Spring Rain Grade Two Composition 1 is the season in Huang Meiyu.
Night, quiet, quiet, spotless through the ages.
A cloud in the wind is formed by rain. Whenever it rains in the sky, there will be clouds made of rain in the wind.
Spring rain, as thin as silver, chooses the moon pavilion and the wind pavilion, and listens to the rain on the quiet room. Rain, dance, eyes, mist, fog and smoke are all exquisite. Between the buttonwood trees in Yushu, the rain beat on the window, especially like the sound of a dress rolled up. Flowers and shadows overlap and are fragrant, and a spring rain sings all over the world.
A spring rain rhyme opens dusty past lives for no reason. Listening to the harp, each one has a youthful interval like a flower. Spring rain blade, broken screen window, listening to the rain under the window, thinking about winter and staying in spring for many years.
A faint fragrance, spring comes to the half river, and the willows around the embankment borrow three wormwoods, and the flowers are fragrant across the bank. A world of mortals, a paradise on earth. Seeing that the fallen flower is independent, the product is slightly faster.
In the misty spring rain, a trace of quicksand glides through my heart like ice tendons. The blue boat has been sent, and there is nothing to say. Yang Liuan, Silan has left. Love without wind is still affectionate, but it is raining without help. ...
It's another year of spring grass, endless rain, joking one spring, summer, autumn and winter after another. ...
I don't know when it began to rain quietly. When I walked out of the house, look, the rain was as light as an ox hair and as thin as a needle tip, intertwined and sprinkled on the ground. This spring rain is like wet smoke, covering the earth and nourishing everything.
Hair-like rain falls gently on the flowers, and the flowers smile happily. Red, yellow, white, purple and all kinds of flowers bloom more brightly. Their delicate petals were washed clean, and pearl-like raindrops rolled on the petals, as if they were beautiful jewelry given to the flower girl by the spring rain.
A thin layer of smoke hung over the roof. The rain is still falling gently. I seem to see the wheat seedlings and cauliflower in the field sucking the dew of this spring. Under the nourishment of spring rain, wheat seedlings grow taller and greener, and cauliflower blooms fresher and more brightly. At this moment, the farmer's uncle must be very happy. This year is another bumper harvest year! Ah, this is really "spring rain is as expensive as oil"! The rain gradually stopped. I went to the balcony, and a fresh air came to my face. Then, a green world came into my eyes. The grass is green and standing there, and the thin leaves are wet. Young trees spit out buds, and in the breeze, they seem to be combing beautiful hair that has just been washed. They smiled and swayed from side to side. After the baptism of spring rain, they looked particularly beautiful and full of energy. Look again, people on the road are smiling and full of enthusiasm. Maybe the spring rain is sweet in their hearts. ......
Watching and thinking, I can't help but sing Du Fu's famous sentence: Good rain knows the season. When spring comes, it will fall. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. ......
On Saturday morning, it was raining in Mao Mao. Usually noisy birds don't know where to hide, and it looks very quiet around. After cleaning, we went for a walk by the West Lake.
When the rain falls on the umbrella, the umbrella hums softly; When the rain falls on the lake, the lake will smile; When the rain falls on the leaves, the leaves wash away the dust.
I reached out and wiped a drop of naughty rain beads from my face, and felt a chill. Strolling along the Shangxiang Ancient Road, looking around, the rain curtain covered the West Lake with a veil. The flowers and trees under the veil are full of vitality.
Spring rain, you are the messenger of life, where you go, life will come!
Du Pu's song "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently" is so well written! The misty spring rain quietly came to the world again. Let the earth drink enough rain and sprout.
Look! Children were also attracted by the spring rain, and walked into the campus in the spring rain under the umbrella of red, sky blue and grass green. From a distance, there seem to be colorful mushrooms on campus.
The ticking rain tells us that spring is coming.
Spring, tearing the gray winter, comes slowly with the green of spring. A burst of spring thunder woke up the spring rain, and the rain fell from the sky. It landed on the side of the road, hit the grass umbrella and fell into the river. Spring rain is like goose feathers, like a gentle whip, as thin as a flower needle, and more like a parachute on a stone. Playing on banana leaves is like playing music for the world. In the lotus pond, one dewdrop after another appeared on the lotus leaf. The rain stopped, the spring breeze blew across the river, and the willow leaves fluttered with the wind. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors! I like spring rain because it has made many contributions to nature.
The first spring rain of this year came as promised, and it rained all day.
The original plan to go to Luoyang to enjoy peony fell through, because its arrival stopped our progress, and because of its arrival, the early flowers were scattered all over the floor. Occasionally, some swallows fly around in the rain with wet spring mud in their mouths. Oh, so you like spring rain as much as I do. This reminds me of Shi Dazu's "Yong Chun Yu", which says that "cold deceives flowers, traps smoke and willows, and steals thousands of miles to urge spring dusk. I am fascinated by the sun. I want to fly and live in sadness. I was shocked by the powder, and I stayed in the West Park. I like mud. Yan returned to Nanpu, which hurt him the most. I have a good relationship and I can't go to Ling Du Road by car. "
I like spring rain, because it is softer than fierce summer rain, it makes sad autumn rain lively, and it is warmer than cold winter rain. Strolling in the thin rain curtain, through the misty rain curtain, people play in the rain in groups of three or five. The umbrellas in their hands are like flowers in full bloom in the rain, with different shapes and colors. The willows on the roadside, full of green buds, were mischievously fiddled by the breeze, like a gentle and graceful girl combing her long hair in the rain. The wheat seedlings in the field were awakened by the spring rain, yawned, stretched and put on new green clothes. The newly opened peach blossom is delicate and rosy in the soft spring rain, like a shy little girl. Buildings were also washed away by the spring rain. Spring rain is really refreshing and refreshing.
Spring rain is short and ordinary, but it has contributed to nature and brought us happiness and hope. I like spring rain.
The spring rain is ticking with beautiful songs, as if to say, "Dear safflower and green grass, friends, let me moisten you and let you grow better!" Red flowers and green grass seem to understand. They gulp down the sweet spring rain and make themselves red and green. Small seeds are also nourished and desperately want to grow up and sprout, constantly saying, "I want to sprout, I want to sprout, I want to see the colors of the world!" " "The fruit tree drank the milk of the earth and shouted happily," I'm going to blossom, I'm going to blossom, and I'm going to bear big and sweet fruits. "
The ancients said that spring rain is as expensive as oil. Sure enough, the spring rain drops on the peach tree, and the peach blossom opens; The spring rain fell on the willow tree, and the willow tree sprouted; Spring rain sprinkled on the river, and the river began to sing; Spring rain floats on the earth, and the earth wakes up? Although spring rain is colorless, it brings people colorful and a lot of happiness.
Ah! Spring rain is beautiful and precious, so we should cherish it. Farmers' uncles will sow in the spring rain. For the harvest in autumn, we should study hard today and live a better life in the future.
Spring has come again, and Grandpa Dong has abdicated. The spring rain has been fierce recently. For three or four days in a row, the moss is one centimeter high.
Spring rains are gentle, they fall on flowers and gently touch the stamens; Spring rain is moist, it moistens everything in the world; Spring rain is selfless, it silently dedicates rain and dew to flowers and trees, and they thrive; The spring rain is silent, as the saying goes, "Everything is silent when it sneaks into the night with the wind."
Spring rain is a parachute, landing on earth; Spring rain is a piano plate, playing a cheerful tune; Spring rain is watercolor, which dyed the earth red, green flowers and plants, and decorated trees and the world; Spring is a wooden hammer that awakens the sleeping earth and beats the thin tiles. The sound is so crisp and pleasant.
Chunyu is a performer, playing a beautiful lullaby.