Whispering softly, knocking on the silent heart, brewing the twists and turns of the soul into a dream. The continuous patter came slowly from a quiet place, singing the rhythm of rain over and over again.
Thin and dense raindrops, with a faint freshness, hold up an umbrella of exquisite poetry, overflow the warmth and softness of April, penetrate the silence like water, and come leisurely. For example, a thin coat wins snow, a woman with plain clothes and a clear face comes from a misty rain picture book in the south of the Yangtze River.
I always like rainy days, like the moist air overflowing with tides, like stepping on thin rain and walking into shallow old things. The sound of rain at night knocks on the lightly veiled window. In the scattered sound of rain, it is easy to find out many memories about rainy days, such as yellowed photos, lying quietly and gently in the depths of the pages, stirring up many tiny words. Pick a wisp of breeze and gently shake off flying thoughts. The paper danced with the raindrops.
Listening attentively to the first light rain on this spring night, a heart seems to have been washed ethereal and pure. In the faint orange of the desk lamp, holding a cup of tea, letting raindrops drift with thoughts, and listening to the spring rain all night in the small building is quite meaningful. I just don't know where the window of dawn rises and how many flowers will fall tomorrow morning. Can there be apricot flowers in the deep lane?
Stay in the depths of the ancient rhyme of poetry, let a wisp of ink penetrate the rain curtain and wander around the temples. The dreamlike sound of the piano turns a thousand times, holding the breeze at the end of the sleeve, singing gently and winding gently.
Prose describing the spring rain 2 Spring has come, which awakens the flowers and grasses sleeping in the soil. "sasha vujacic ... sasha vujacic ..." With the gentle call of the spring rain, the grass rubbed its sleepy eyes and slowly leaned out its little head from the soil. Small flowers open beautiful smiling faces, and morning glory blows purple horns to welcome the arrival of spring together.
In the garden, all kinds of flowers are in full bloom and the fragrance is fragrant. Yellow winter jasmine and dandelion flowers; Red roses and peonies; White magnolia and white lilac; Purple morning glory and violets are in full bloom! Bees are beaming and buzzing around in the sky, as if to say, "Great! Great! We can have another bumper harvest this year! "
In the orchard, the apple trees are awakened by the spring rain and bloom like clouds. The pear tree also woke up, stretched out and opened a white flower. Under the call of the spring rain, "sasha vujacic sasha vujacic" seems to say, "Uncle farmers, I will surely bear big and red fruits for you in autumn. "
On campus, students play games in groups in the drizzle. The spring rain soaked their hair, but they didn't care. They stepped on the pond, and the water splashed on their classmates, which made everyone laugh, and the silvery laughter echoed in the spring rain.
After the spring rain in sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic, the flowers are redder, the grass is greener and the earth is cleaner! The roses on the balcony are in full bloom, and there is a beautiful scene everywhere. Grass grows out of the soil, flowers smile, and rainbows are particularly dazzling in the sun.
The spring rain brought songs of harvest to the earth and songs of joy to the children.
Essay 3 describing the spring rain "But now I still remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken." With the arrival of the shock, the first spring thunder sounded and the spring rain "dripped" underground.
Spring rain is not as hearty and choppy as summer rain. It's smart and charming. Just like a petite girl, stepping on the bluestone road, singing softly and jumping happily. She waved her hand gently and covered the earth with a veil. Spring rain is soft and delicate, like a needle, like cow hair, like a filament, like smoke, like fog, like dust. Reminiscent of Dong Xiao pastoral, spring flowers and autumn moon.
"The clothes are wet with apricot flowers and rain, and the blowing surface does not contain willow wind." I walked into the rain, and the spring rain quietly woven a net around me. I reached out to catch the rain spirit and felt the moisture of the drizzle. But it just brushed my cheek and disappeared, leaving only a trace of coolness. I embrace the spring rain with open arms, itchy and itchy in my heart. It was the spring rain that touched my heartstrings with her delicate hands, and I was overjoyed.
Spring rain is not as long as autumn rain, as if it were just a passer-by in a hurry. Occasionally, when it rains in a spring rain, I will stare at her carefully at the window. I've seen enough and want to go downstairs and feel for myself, but as soon as the spring rain appeared, I suddenly left with light steps. Leaving me alone, I looked at the Langrun world that had just been wet by the spring rain.
Spring rain is not as cold and biting as winter rain. It exudes a warm breath and moistens everything quietly. The grass crawled out of its head and sucked up the rain brought by the spring rain. The spring bamboo shoots stood up and broke through the ground, and I seemed to hear the sound of its jointing. The flowers on the branches are fragrant and smiling. Everything has been baptized by the spring rain, full of vitality and hope.
Spring rain gave everything to the earth and people, but did not ask for praise. She just watched quietly and smiled. ...
Prose describing the spring rain 4 Spring has arrived, and the spring rain is gently and delicately sprinkled on the earth under the blowing of the spring breeze; After a year of thirst, the earth opened its mouth and sucked greedily.
Spring rain, like ox hair, like a needle, like a filament, falls to the earth, weaving a green carpet for the earth. Rain and fog filled the air, and beads of rain strung into a big curtain, covering everything like a cloud. The happy swallow wears it and cuts out a wide rain curtain with its tail.
Raindrops, like pearls, are scattered in handfuls on the river. The calm river rippled, and the smart fish jumped out of the water, as if sucking crystal pearls.
Spring rain is continuous, sprinkled on the leaves of buttonwood trees, rustling like a girl plucking the strings and swallowing babies and mulberry leaves.
Spring rain floats on the petals of peach blossoms, rolling and gathering, and thousands of shining pearls appear on the petals.
The spring rain fell on the ground, infiltrated into fertile land, and the wheat seedlings spread out their tender leaves, shining with sparkling rain and dew, as green as jade; The grass woke up, stretched and drilled out of the land.
Spring rain fell on people's hearts, and an old farmer stood by the field, letting the rain drop on his gray beard and hair. He smiled and the wrinkles on his face relaxed, as if to say, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil!" "
Chunyu, you are the faithful messenger of Miss Chun. When you follow Miss Chun to the earth, the earth will give off a fragrance of flowers and earth, which is refreshing. You seem to be a musician's dexterous hand, touching people's heartstrings and making people sprout a beautiful wish.
"Good rain knows the season, and when spring comes, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." I would like to turn into a drop of spring rain and moisten every inch of the motherland.
Prose describing the spring rain 5 Spring has arrived and the spring rain is coming.
The spring rain whipped the willows like a whip. Willow, like a slim girl, dances beautifully. They were still whipping on the grass, and the grass danced with them. Their dance is really pleasing to the eye! The spring rain is still beating on the river. There are many "flowers" on the mirror-level river, and frightened small fish jump out of the water from time to time, like small arches. How beautiful!
Spring rain, like a naughty elf, falls on the umbrella drop by drop like a mushroom and slides down from it. The rain fell on my collar, feeling a little itchy, but cooler. The spring rain dripped on the glass and slid down from it, resulting in many small runways.
Chun Yu is like a helpful person. Look! It fell on the small flower, and the small peanut produced beautiful flowers and bones. Once wet, all plants germinate, and withered trees germinate after the spring rain. After a period of time, they will surely flourish. Spring rain fell on the farm, and all kinds of vegetables and fruits began to grow inside; It's raining again in the field, and the crops in the field have sprouted ... Autumn is coming, and there will be a bumper harvest!
Chunyu is still a musician. It fell like a drum on the roof tiles, making a pleasant sound. Like sand on leaves. They landed on the windows and eaves, making a crackling sound, just like putting oil in a wok.
Spring rain is amazing! Let's learn more about the wonders of nature!
Prose 6 describes the rainy days, and there is not a cloud in the sky, let alone warm sunshine, which makes people somewhat disappointed. The sound of rain from time to time still echoes in my ears, adding a little peace to my boredom.
Early in the morning, I opened the door and there was a slightly damp air. The ground under your feet is still wet, and large and small puddles will accidentally wet your shoes.
Walking out of the house and looking around, this scene was shrouded in a faint sand fog. Quiet with mystery, mystery with beauty, beauty with freshness ... Oh, it's foggy! I like foggy days very much Humid air flows around me, and the hazy and mysterious beauty is the most attractive!
When I got to school, I was in a state of study and didn't have time to take care of the outdoor beauty. It's just the crisp rain in my ear, slow and urgent, which adds a kind of natural music to this life.
Time passed quietly in the "tick" sound, and it was already in the evening. The rain is still there, but this mysterious veil has not been lifted, and it is drizzling. I think of a poem that I kept in my heart when I was in primary school, "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes."
After carefully calculating the time, I realized that spring has been half a month, so the rain in spring should be good rain. Thinking about the mystery brought by this mist and the vitality brought by this good rain, the trace of disappointment in my heart has already vanished. I once thought, this, perhaps, is God's good will. After several months of dry winter, this new spring naturally needs the care of this spring rain; This new life needs the nourishment of this spring rain.
The night was already deep, and the crisp rain was still ringing in my ears, so I fell asleep in this sweet rain.
Prose 7 describes the spring rain: "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." Look, it is raining again.
In the morning, she seems to be tireless, the night is still hazy, and people are still sleeping, so she "sneaked into the night with the wind and moistened things silently."
I stretched myself in the morning, and when I turned around, I saw the dense rain curtains woven diagonally outside the window. I can't help rejoicing. You know, it is not easy to have a good rain in our northwest area.
As soon as I went out, a cool spring breeze came to my face, with some earthy grass fragrance and some moist and fresh breath, which made me feel very comfortable and clear-headed. After a night of rain, everything in the rain seems to have completely changed and taken on a new look. Far and near tall buildings stand quietly, wet, with bright green leaves and striking green grass, as if decorated with diamond crystals.
I closed my eyes, put away my umbrella and looked up, trying to feel the gift of nature. Not only that, but also the sound of nature, pure and sweet, no matter how good a musician is. I opened my eyes to see who was playing this piece. It turned out to be her, the protagonist of this morning, and the drizzle turned into countless slender fingers. With everything as the instrument and heaven and earth as the sound, a symphony is being staged, which is the sound of nature. Rain falls on the green leaves. "Bang, bang." Rain is falling in the puddle. "Dadada." The rain fell on my umbrella, "Ping Ping, Bang Bang." Added infinite vitality to this quiet morning. Everything is gratitude for the spring rain, and it is a kind of vitality to repay her. Spring rain, an angel in nature, went to other places to be busy after being full of vitality.
I continued to walk to school, greedily sucking the freshness after the rain and feeling the beauty of nature. ...
Prose 8 describing the spring rain in a blink of an eye, bid farewell to the cold winter. Animals wake up, plants wake up, and the earth is full of vitality.
Tick tock, tick tock. Listen to the sound. Guess who made the noise. You see, it landed on the roof tiles; Fall on the branches and green leaves of big trees; Fall big; Fall into the lake.
You guessed it, it rains in spring.
Spring rain drops in the soil. Moisturize the earth with life and make it full of vitality; Nurture green seedlings with your body, make them blossom and bear fruit, and grow into towering trees. Everyone has replaced the position of spring rain in all things on earth, and it is the most beautiful water in the world.
At the end of life, the spring rain slowly got into the soil, awakened the sleeping seed with life, and let it bravely drill out of the soil.
Spring rain's life is over, its life is short, falling from the sky for a minute. Spring rain came to the beautiful world with a smile, and left with a smile without a trace of complaint. After a storm comes a calm, it is thriving and reborn. From the moment it is reborn, it will awaken another seed. Moisturizing the earth has become its eternal mission.
Our teacher is also like this spring rain. They wrote touching songs with their short lives. They trained thousands of children and awakened new seeds.
When the teacher is full of peaches and plums, her students have spread all over the world. When her students are numerous, she has become an old man with gray temples. They trained her students in the spring rain without asking for anything in return. I didn't know how many years had passed when her students grew into towering trees. Time is ruthless, it mercilessly adds layers of wrinkles to the teacher, but the teacher is not angry at all.
In the continuous spring rain outside the window, how many teachers are there who "moisten things quietly" and train students and children? ...
Spring Rain Prose 9 Spring came unconsciously and quietly left. Different from autumn, when so many yellow leaves fall, "leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall" creates a momentum all over the sky; It's not like winter, where there will be heavy snow and freezing rain.
Spring is short-lived, so it's good to leave a souvenir. It's often the spring rain that leaves a souvenir.
As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil" and it is gentle. Unlike summer rain, accompanied by a burst of lightning and thunder, heavy rain comes, making people afraid to go out; Unlike the rain in winter, a shower, accompanied by a biting cold wind, began to rain, which made those who wanted to go out to enjoy the snow have to flinch. Spring rain often falls quietly at night. When people wake up in the morning, they can only hear the sound of spring rain beating against the eaves and rustling. When they went out to enjoy the rain, they smelled the fresh breath in the rain.
The spring rain is continuous, and there is a cloud in the ancient poem: "Only the clothes are wet, and there is no silence." Walking on the road, the spring rain came quietly. I didn't know it was raining until my clothes were wet, but even if I knew it was raining, I didn't want to take an umbrella. Who will refuse the baptism of this gentle spring rain? Bathed in this soft spring rain, even if there is any trouble, it has been washed away. Looking at the small green leaves moistened by the spring rain, my heart is full of joy.
Spring rain is a short spring gift to people, telling people that spring has come. Let this spring rain wash away the frost of that winter.
When the first spring rain has passed, without the cold of winter, it is the warmth of spring and endless greenery; When the last spring rain passed, spring left, bid farewell to the nostalgic but short-lived spring, and ushered in the hot summer.
Prose describing the spring rain 10 The sky is gray, not as clear as usual; Father Sun was covered by dark clouds, not as dazzling as usual. There are fewer pedestrians on the road, not as busy as usual. I know a spring rain is coming.
Come, drop, drop. Did you hear that? That's its voice, it's transparent, like tears in heaven; It is touching, even the sound of knocking on the earth is gentle, just like a "drip", playing a spring movement, like a cheerful and loud ensemble; It is a sprinkler, constantly watering the whole city. It's tears, music, sprinklers and continuous spring rain.
After the rain, the ground is wet; The grass on the roadside also washed away the soil and became greener; Pine, cypress and holly all changed into green shirts and swayed gently in the breeze; Flowers in the grass, moistened by rain, become bright and beautiful, like colorful gems; Peach and pear trees have been washed by spring rain, and the buds on the branches seem to have sprung up a lot; The buds on the willows by the lake seem to have grown up a lot, as if they were scrambling for water to drink.
The spring rain washed away the dust. The place it passes through is so fresh and the air is so fresh. The spring rain washed the earth clean. This spring rain has brought us unparalleled wealth: all kinds of vegetables, fruits and crops in the farmland are no longer dry, the air is no longer dry, and the city has been purified. ...
Spring rain, spring rain, you are sweet, you are the savior of arid areas, the humidifier of the city and my favorite.