The spring rain falls from the sky with joy and harvest. The rain soaked the flowers and trees and gave them plenty of water. Flowers and trees are desperate to allow nectar and happily allow showers.
Listen, drip, drip. . That's the sound of spring rain, drip, drip. . That's the sound of spring, drip, drip. . That's the call of spring. .
Rain is transparent, it is so thin, so small, so light, as if it were tears from heaven, tears when excited. It accepted God's will and brought happiness and joy to mankind. .
When I was a child, I often heard adults say, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil." Indeed, silent spring rain, so little rain, can bring the breath and hope of spring to the earth.
The spring rain washed away the dust. The place it passed was so fresh and the air was so fresh. "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." This mild rain has brought many new hopes to mankind. The spring rain washed the earth clean.
The spring rain is still raining, and it is still raining. I like mild spring rain.
I love spring, I love its beauty, I love its vitality, I love the birds and flowers in spring, and I love the drizzle in spring.
As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". After the severe winter, many crops are expecting the arrival of spring rain! At this time, the spring rain is like dew, moistening the earth. You see, it's raining in Mao Mao, and the sound of "Sasha Vujacic, Sasha Vujacic" is like the germination of seeds, the pulling of young leaves by grass, and the emergence of bamboo shoots.
Look, there are pink flowers on the peach tree not far away. From a distance, it looks like a part of Xia Hong. Just like a person walking in the desert, thirsty to death, suddenly found the source of life, constantly sucking sweet rain.
On the green grass, all kinds of flowers are in full bloom in the rain. Roses, Chinese rose, winter jasmine and lily are sitting together, as if comparing the United States, discussing how to show people a better spring.
The previously sleeping fields were awakened by the spring rain and covered with a soft green carpet. Walking on it is soft and comfortable! Hard-working farmers look at the seedlings that thrive in the spring rain, and their hearts are sweeter than eating honey!
Spring rain nourishes grass, flowers, trees and everything. I love spring, but I love spring rain more.
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2. Rewrite Xiao Chun into a composition of 300~400 words. In the spring morning, Meng Haoran was awakened by a bird song. He sat on the bed, thinking about how many leaves and flowers had fallen after a night of wind and rain.
Meng Haoran watched the fallen leaves fall to the ground. Those birds are flying and chirping, and the wind has been blowing. Meng Haoran sat down and looked at many leaves on the ground. He immediately went back to the house and took out his broom, swept the leaves on the ground into a pile, shoveled them with garbage, and then dumped them into the trash can.
The spring I long for is coming, beautiful spring, pink and green, spring everywhere. I am very tired after playing all day. I fell on the bed and fell asleep soon. In my dream, I had many dreams. During the day, my mother and I fly kites in the green fields. There are dogs with high vigilance, simple and lovely pandas and stupid benzene bears. The most striking thing is the eagle spreading its wings and flying. Unconsciously, it was already dawn. I rubbed my eyes and listened carefully. There are waves of beautiful birds singing outside the window, thrushes singing and orioles laughing. At this time, the little sparrow also joined in the fun and chattered. Hard-working people get up early, and some people have already gone to work in the fields. I saw a farmer's uncle driving cattle and plowing the fields, and an aunt sowing seeds in a hurry. As the sun sets, the night is coming, and people who have been busy all day rush home. A shepherd boy rode on the back of an ox and played a piccolo that was out of tune. The flute sounded far away, and at this time, the smoke curled up and floated out of the village.
In the dead of night, when everything is silent, there is a spring breeze blowing outside. Spring rain quietly came to the world with the spring breeze, ticking and moistening the earth. Colorful flowers are blooming in the fields and in front of the house, and they are scattered by the spring rain. The petals are still glistening with water drops. I don't know how many flowers fall like this, but I still hope to bear many mature fruits in autumn. So, I sighed and chanted: "This spring morning, I woke up in a happy mood, and birds were singing around, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken."
Looking up, Meng Haoran found that more and more flowers were blooming, more and more beautiful, emitting bursts of flowers. The air is much fresher, so the bees hurry to collect honey. Butterflies and dragonflies also flew into the flowers. Meng Haoran went to the flowers and saw them dancing among roses, lilies and peach blossoms. It really looks like a beautiful landscape painting!
Flowers are so bright, butterflies, bees and dragonflies are so lovely and hardworking!
3. Use the poem "Xiao Chun" to expand my clues: This is based on the representative work "Xiao Chun" of the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Haoran. This work is adapted from Xiao Chun. Let's enjoy it together
There is even a Tang poem "Xiao Chun" rewritten in Giant Composition Network. A little coolness, a little spring rain, you have brought vitality to mankind, and I love you.
The spring rain falls from the sky with joy and harvest. The rain soaked the flowers and trees and gave them plenty of water. Flowers and trees are desperate to allow nectar and happily allow showers.
Listen, drip, drip ... that's the sound of spring rain, drip, drip ... that's the sound of spring, drip, drip ... that's the call of spring ... rain is transparent, so thin, so small, so light, as if it were tears from heaven, tears when excited. It accepted God's will and brought happiness and joy to mankind ... When I was a child, I often heard adults say, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil."
Indeed, silent spring rain, so little rain, can bring the breath and hope of spring to the earth. The spring rain washed away the dust. The place it passed was so fresh and the air was so fresh. "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes."
This mild rain has brought many new hopes to mankind. The spring rain washed the earth clean.
The spring rain is still raining, and it is still raining. I like mild spring rain.
4. Rewrite Xiao Chun into a short story. One spring morning, it was dawn before you knew it.
I got up and walked in the yard. When spring comes, everything recovers.
Flowers are in full bloom in the yard, and pink peach blossoms are covered with branches. From a distance, they are like red clouds, very beautiful! A bird landed on a branch and chirped as if to tell everyone: "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" " "Birds can be heard everywhere in the yard, which indicates that spring is coming. In the evening, thunder rumbled, and Lei Gong just beat drums and played music for Miss Chun. The girl in the spring rain danced with the wind, and a drop of water fell on the eaves. The sound of "tick-tock" is wonderful.
The sound of wind and rain is constant at night. I thought to myself: I wonder how many flowers will blow down in the yard? The next day, I came to the yard and saw those bright flowers, all of which were knocked down by the relentless wind and rain, and petals scattered all over the floor. I can't help feeling a little sad when I look at these petals like a petal rain.
5. It's a beautiful scenery in Su Causeway, with your back to a lake and enjoying the bridge embankment, leaning against the lovers on both sides, mumbling their language and revealing the secret of love.
Although a country that grew up in the south also watches swallows rejuvenate every winter, the children at the seaside naturally show an unparalleled sense of heroism. The gentle and gentle gentlemanly demeanor of Jiangnan girls attracted many admiring eyes.
It is easy to see ladies with small parasols along the way, which makes me feel like I have returned to what I saw and heard in Jiangnan. When the sun sets, I am happily intoxicated in the afterglow of the sunset after the green hills, and I am engaged in beauty with my favorite golden color.
Maybe my choice is wrong. I'm only here to see the beauty of spring dawn in Su Causeway. Why does the sunset cloud cover the sky and then walk leisurely on the lake? Looking up, the night is close to hazy, vaguely feeling sorry, but the alley in the evening masks the loneliness of the night, which is particularly lively.
Accompanied by a burst of applause, I unconsciously crossed a street full of grass fragrance, astringent and sweet. Music continues to ring, echoing in the crisscross alleys, which seems to be out of tune with this ancient Jiangnan scenery.
Not far away, a few young guys are playing guitars handsomely in the crowd, and there are three or two old people among the flowers on the other side, looking for charm in people's applause. After some brewing, they leisurely picked up their old erhu. One is stationary, the other is moving, the other is fast and the other is slow. Violence is mixed with softness, and tranquility is mixed with movement.
Undoubtedly, it adds a lot of color to the empty alley. After the boy finished playing, he bowed politely, and then helped the old man up, as if to leave.
However, he stayed where he was for a long time, looking at the last rosy clouds on the horizon. His eyes are as bright as the stars at night, where he is full of hope and tries to catch the last light of the day. Contrary to teenagers, although the old man has no expression, the vicissitudes of his face almost cover up all his feelings, and he can't read a word of information from his eyes, because those eyes used to be as bright as teenagers, but now they are eclipsed and even dried up.
However, from his rickety back and stumbling steps, an old man who has gone through decades chose to live quietly in an alley and weave happiness in his later years. Just in the evening, covered with thin dusk, faint, a little cold.
Walking on the wet slate, several years have passed, and no one has changed this ancient charm. The air is mixed with elegance, tranquility and heartfelt peace.
I have long been tired of the unbearable smog in the city, which coincides with the touching spring scenery in this rainy season. The breeze gently swept my eyes, circling and tearing my breath, and gradually turned into a smart and moist breath.
I wonder if there is such a thing as inaction in life? I finally calmed down and couldn't help thinking about it.
Maybe everything is moving, but I think it is too perfect, and I regard the silence of just a few seconds as eternity. However, the flowing air soon woke me up from my dream.
I got on the bus with the surging crowd and went to the so-called "bustling" urban area. I am not afraid of the height of tens of meters, but I look forward to one day standing alone on the roof of the building, looking at a city with disdain, alone ... Now I look at this complex world and feel very small, as if I have the pride of "Once I climb to the top, you will see that other mountains are dwarfs under the sky". .
Watching them drift away from each other in the hustle and bustle of strangers, they are vague, light in color and heavy in rhyme, quite like a splash-ink painting by Liang, a kind of unspeakable luxury. You can look at your own shadow, even a black reflection can't explain this boring idea. After all, you are still a child who doesn't understand the world. So far, you haven't unveiled the veil of maturity, and you don't know how to comfort yourself as a secular or even a monk.
In the dark, there is a piece of music that matches the noise, familiar lyrics and a very dynamic voice. I used to listen to "Spring Dawn at the Age of Dying": Butterfly, you are so beautiful before and after the flowers, which makes me miss you. I have your reflection in my room, which makes you smile like a beautiful woman. Meiyu in the south of the Yangtze River is still detailing that the spring dawn is particularly beautiful, and the bridges are floating. Hold your hand and let the spring breeze kiss your sweet words. Looking back, every day, every month, every year, I am by your side, and the pieces of red and green that peeled off in those days have become your gossip. Who likes the moon falling and crying? Why are flowers flying all over the sky? You and I have been facing each other, like moths to a fire. After you finish writing, it is easy to leave the water in your heart, which is interspersed with the feelings of the past floating years. The whole world is trying to be a beautiful woman, and the magic lies in life.
Use the rest of your life to repent those vague vows and choices you can't choose. These empty shakes in front of my eyes seem to be sighs written by me and heard by others.
The next day, I forced myself to enjoy the spring scenery of a lake in Su Causeway as a simple tourist. Wet rain came to the nose, fresh grass fragrance came to the nose, and the wicker on the shore shook their graceful figures, gently stroking the lake still like transparent jelly, stretching out a ripple, naturally, shyly rippling out a little round halo, which did not disappear for a long time.
Hyacinthus orientalis, fluttering on the grass, reminds me of dandelion in my hometown, a dashing wanderer, who always brushes the shoulders of the wind nimbly, feeling the temperature of the wind slightly, feeling cool, wet and comfortable ... Raindrops still touch the wet lips relentlessly. There is a landscape vendor on the street. He likes to carve this rhyme of early spring.
This colorful ink painting is a bit of an ancient painter, imitating the vivid image of Xiao Chun, Su Causeway. I bought it without hesitation as a souvenir of this trip.
All the sights can't help but remind me that the water is bright sunshine and the mountains are empty and rainy. This vivid portrayal.
The rain stopped before you know it, and so did the whistle at the station.
6. Change Xiaochun to the composition of Yangchun in March, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the peach trees are delicate, and shyly put on powder makeup, such as rose patches; Willow is graceful and swaying in the wind, like a pretty girl, flexible and colorful.
Spring is beautiful and moving, and the dream of spring is even more enjoyable and intoxicating. I slept, slept soundly and had a spring dream.
At night, the spring rain rustles and the spring thunder bursts, like a mirror piercing the sky, disturbing the delicate spring and scaring the delicate peach blossom. It's raining so hard and so real that I can't wait to catch the gentle and lovely spring at once. And I, in the arms of my dream at this time, am sleeping soundly.
Wind, rain, thunder, crazy all night, tired, slipped back to rest, and knocked on the door of the sun, ah! The morning light shines on the green leaves that have just been bathed, and the green is about to drip. The dew on them is crystal clear. Birds breathe fresh air, flap their beautiful wings, cry and sing happily. Beauty, such as * * *, pulled me out of my dream.
Wow! My eyes lit up. It's so fresh outside. Peach blossoms are scattered all over the floor. How many? I think they must have been frightened by the sound of the wind and rain last night.
In early spring, you are fragile glass, so you can't be scared. You are a bright green jade, which can't be broken, but I love this delicate spring!
7. Write a 400-word composition with "Xiao Chun". Xiaochun changed to spring night, and it was dawn before you knew it.
After waking up, go for a walk in the garden, under the tree and by the pool. There is a bird song "chirp, chirp".
It seems that they are competing with someone with a louder and better voice. They sang one song after another, each tone was different, and they combined into variations: from low to high for a while, and from high to low for a while. Looking around, all the birds lined up neatly and began to sing in chorus, with grand and loud songs and wonderful music floating in the garden; Spinning in the bushes; Flowing in the stream ... Night is coming.
Father Lei shouted "Boom, Boom" and beat the drums to welcome the arrival of Miss Chun. Rain girl followed, "Hua Hua, Hua Hua" slapping Mother Earth; Sister Cao held her head high and "goo goo" had a good time! A gust of wind blew, and colorful flowers fell to the ground with the rain. At first glance, I don't know how many flowers have fallen, and the green grass is covered with a thin layer of flowers.
8. Write a 608-word composition with Xiao Chun Meng Haoran watched the leaves fall to the ground.
Those birds are flying and chirping, and the wind has been blowing. Meng Haoran sat down and looked at many leaves on the ground. He immediately went back to the house and took out his broom, swept the leaves on the ground into a pile, shoveled them with garbage, and then dumped them into the trash can. The spring I long for is coming, beautiful spring, pink and green, spring everywhere.
I am very tired after playing all day. I fell on the bed and fell asleep soon. In my dream, I had many dreams. During the day, my mother and I fly kites in the green fields. There are dogs with high vigilance, simple and lovely pandas and stupid benzene bears. The most striking thing is the eagle spreading its wings and flying. Unconsciously, it was already dawn. I rubbed my eyes and listened carefully. There are waves of beautiful birds singing outside the window, thrushes singing and orioles laughing. At this time, the little sparrow also joined in the fun and chattered.
Hard-working people get up early, and some people have already gone to work in the fields. I saw a farmer's uncle driving cattle and plowing the fields, and an aunt sowing seeds in a hurry. As the sun sets, the night is coming, and people who have been busy all day rush home. A shepherd boy rode on the back of an ox and played a piccolo that was out of tune. The flute sounded far away, and at this time, the smoke curled up and floated out of the village.
In the dead of night, when everything is silent, there is a spring breeze blowing outside. Spring rain quietly came to the world with the spring breeze, ticking and moistening the earth. Colorful flowers are blooming in the fields and in front of the house, and they are scattered by the spring rain. The petals are still glistening with water drops. I don't know how many flowers fall like this, but I still hope to bear many mature fruits in autumn. So, I sighed and chanted: "This spring morning, I woke up in a happy mood, and birds were singing around, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken."
Looking up, Meng Haoran found that more and more flowers were blooming, more and more beautiful, emitting bursts of flowers. The air is much fresher, so the bees hurry to collect honey.
Butterflies and dragonflies also flew into the flowers. Meng Haoran went to the flowers and saw them dancing among roses, lilies and peach blossoms. It really looks like a beautiful landscape painting! Flowers are so bright, butterflies, bees and dragonflies are so lovely and hardworking.