The traffic on the road, the streets occupied by cars are packed, and the horns come and go, adding a different rhythm to this symphony. The motorcyclist parked on the side of the road put on his raincoat and hurried home. Three or five naughty children played in the drizzle, put on rain boots and frolicked in the puddle. Pedestrians in the street spread colorful umbrellas, and small raindrops are like light dancers, dancing elegant steps on this colorful umbrella, just like jumping notes on the staff, lively and lovely. The whole street is full of beautiful umbrella flowers, which are very cute.
Uncle street trees on both sides of the road welcome these petite raindrops with open arms and let them jump and slide. The little flowers on the side also raised their shy faces and accepted the baptism of rain. Flowers and plants are smiling brightly and swaying happily. The grass twisted its soft and green body, the flowers danced happily, and the uncle street tree couldn't help laughing and dancing the huge branches. With the melody of raindrops, everyone is full of joy, and this dance seems to add infinite fun to the concert.
Small animals ungrateful, sparrow sister spread her wings, "haw! Joe. Hey! " Complaining about flying back to the nest and shutting out the enthusiasm of the rain. "Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow! Hey! "The choir became the lead singer of this rain rhapsody. A slug brother climbed slowly, and he was indifferent even though the rain hit him. The fish in the pond can't relax for a moment, flashing left and right to avoid the ripples formed by raindrops falling into the water, playing the game of chasing one by one.
The rain stopped and the sun smiled. The mountains in the distance look greener after being washed away by rain, and the air is fresh. The children ran outside happily, breathing the fragrance after the rain and chasing and playing. This rain brought the earth not only an auditory feast, but also deeply touched your heart and mine.
Scenery in Rain Prose 2 Scenery in Rain
20xx65438+1October 65438+May 5 at noon, it was raining and the autumn wind was fierce. The passionate speech report on "Let Life Be Full of Love" was grandly opened in Yanyuan Campus Square. Some students and parents of Grade Two and Grade Three in Yan 'an Middle School gathered in the Rain Square to listen to the report of Mr. Zou Yue, a famous speaker and campus moral education expert, with great interest.
Mr Zou Yue is of medium build and wears a dark blue suit. He is clever, humorous and enthusiastic. His speech began with a flat tone. As the wind blew harder and harder, it rained harder and harder, and his mood gradually rose, which he could not accept. Speaking of excitement, he simply took off his coat and wore only a white shirt to adjust the mood of all the audience to the peak in the cold autumn wind. The call on the stage and the response from the audience are inspiring and passionate.
The cold drizzle suddenly turned into a thick rain line. A familiar figure can be seen in the blue plastic chair in the front row of the audience. He wore a yellow poncho as thin as a cicada's wing and listened attentively to the passionate speech on the stage. He is our headmaster. Together with all the students and parents, he faced the wind, the rain, bathed in the rain and was baptized with passion under the national flag.
Behind and around the headmaster, colorful umbrellas form a beautiful pattern. Under the umbrella is a photo of parents and children sitting in each other's arms. Affection drives away the cold wind and rain, weakens the chill on people and warms every heart.
Look, the mother and daughter are sitting under the umbrella on the right of the headmaster in the first row. The daughter held an umbrella for her mother, and the mother and daughter embraced each other. This daughter is a sensible and filial daughter at first sight. She was afraid that her mother would catch cold in the rain, so she put an umbrella under her, and half of her body was still outside, and her left shoulder was soaked by rain. Mother's face is full of Qian Yi, savoring the happiness her daughter gave her.
Look at the father and son on the headmaster's left. The father held an umbrella for his son. Without saying a word, he quietly held his son tightly under the umbrella. At this time, the son's face was filled with happiness, silently enjoying selfless fatherly love. However, the careless son didn't know that his father's right shoulder and half of his body had been soaked by autumn rain.
It's still raining, and gradually there is more and more water in the square. When Teacher Zou Yue talked about parent-child interaction, all the parents present hugged each other and cried, which was very touching. It turns out that the water in the square is half rain and half tears.
Under the eaves of the experimental building, there are a dozen parents hanging around there. They took shelter from the rain, chatted and played mobile phones there, which was in obvious contrast with the scene in the square. Their words revealed their incomprehension of attending the lecture. Some people say that educating children is a school matter and they should not be allowed to come; Some people say that it is too cold to let them suffer with their children; Some people say that children don't study well, so there is no need to let them come.
What kind of parents have what kind of children!
A few hours later, the rain stopped and the report was over. Parents and children quietly dispersed and left school silently, but their hearts were not calm. Mr. Zou Yue's passionate speech touched their hearts and was deeply rooted in their hearts.
Three families live in the north. Although it doesn't often rain in summer, it occasionally rains heavily.
When I was in primary school, I didn't like to bring an umbrella to school. When it rains heavily, I will follow a group of rural children I know or don't know, running in rural tunnels. Naturally, there are children without umbrellas and no caring parents to pick them up. I think, when I was in primary school, my father was away all the year round, and my mother never came to pick me up.
Fortunately, when I was in the first grade, I was over 8 years old, so I had nothing to hide. Since childhood, I followed a group of wild children in the heavy rain in summer and once fell into a mud pit. When I got home, I saw my mother chatting with two or three aunts in the "aisle". My mother glanced at the mud stains on my body and just said, Go in and change. I continued to chat with them.
Then it rained again, and my mother occasionally sent my two sisters to pick me up, but in my impression, my sister and my second sister picked me up once each.
Now that I think about it, I really don't remember what it was like to see my child picked up by my parents at the school gate. Probably, I was just running, but when I got home, I saw my mother sitting in the aisle chatting with others, and I still had some bad feelings. Thinking that he may not be his own, after all, he is the eldest son of his elder sister for nearly ten years, and everything may be there.
Later, I went to junior high school, stayed at home on Saturday and Sunday and went back to school on Monday morning. At this time, my mother took good care of me and forgave me for asking for leave three times a week. Every time I go home, I don't scold me for wasting money by car, and I don't ask what happened when I went home. Actually, I was just not used to living on campus at that time. From the first few times I took leave, sitting on the bus home, I had to think about how to make up lies and tell my mother to avoid being scolded. A few times, I deliberately went home sick and told my mother (at school, I also called in sick all the time). Every time I go home, my mother cooks a second meal.
Once I came home in the rain, and it rained in Mao Mao. My mother asked me if I wanted to cook a bowl of ginger soup for me, but I refused. Now that I think about it, I really want to drink ginger soup cooked by my mother, no matter how bad it is.
I went to the south during the high school holiday, only to know that the rain in the north and the rain in the south are really dwarfed. During the rainy season, I stared at the rain under the eaves for three days. I'm bored and want to go out for a walk. As soon as I remembered there was a small pool and a meadow nearby, I ran over.
There is a long corridor in Tan Xiao, sitting on the marble guardrail that has not been wet by rain, watching the raindrops as big as beans hit a pool of green water, splashing ripples. Ripples are produced all the time, but none of them can be affected by other ripples. Much like I am now.
The rain mixed with the wind wet some guardrails that I could sit on. Although it is raining, I don't feel cold in my blouse, which is somewhat different from the north. In summer, I was caught in the rain in the north, so I had to put on my gown.
There are a group of stray dogs lying in the corridor. I looked at them and they stared at me. There is a long-haired dog staring at them with me outside the corridor. The long-haired dog in the rain seems to be a lone ranger. The rain has merged into water from its fur, but it still stands not far from the corridor, staring at the dogs in the corridor.
I stood up to get rid of the dog and let it in in the rain. When I went to look for dogs, all the dogs in the corridor got up and took a look at me. Then one of them walked backwards, and the other dogs followed me into the rain. As a result, the long-haired dog didn't come in, but got stuck in the dog group and walked away slowly in the rain.
Now think about it. Do I help the wet dog get into the pack, or do I just hurt the dog to get wet? I don't understand. Maybe I just followed my own ideas from the beginning, but I never thought about how to help the dog. Even now that I think about it, I have never thought about whether the dog needs my help. As a result, they were all caught in the rain. Only the long-haired dog knows whether this result is good or not, because this is the only thing I want to help most.
Later, I returned to the north. I don't know why, but I can't forget the scene where the dogs stood up in horror in the corridor and walked away helplessly.
University, when I came to another city, I saw less rain and more smog.
It is not an exaggeration to say that you meet someone you like, worry about someone you like, and get wet for someone you like. It should be like this. I used to like a person, but now I like a person.
Walking in the rain with an umbrella, a person feels that the world is getting dark, he is getting smaller, and everything around him becomes unimportant, except that his heart is warm and bright, pretending to be the best pastime.
A person walking in the rain without an umbrella, watching lovers, friends and a person around him under an umbrella, feels like a landscape.
But what I like best is that someone comes to rub an umbrella. I like having an umbrella for me to rub. I like having an idiot around without an umbrella.
Rain Scenery Prose 4 "Hua ..." It has been raining in Mao Mao for a day and a night. The street only saw the bustling crowd rushing forward, but the school gate was already crowded with people who picked up the children. Among them are elderly people with white hair, elegant and beautiful hot moms, and handsome young cat fathers.
After a while, the children after school lined up neatly and walked out of the school gate. A white-haired aunt pushed open the arrow of the crowd and rushed forward. She walked up to a little girl with curly hair and white skin and said sadly, "Baby, hurry up, hurry up, lay an umbrella and give the bag to grandma. Look at the rain in your hair." Grandma will wipe it for you. Don't catch a cold! " After that, she took out a tissue from her pocket and lovingly wiped the rain from her hair for her granddaughter. The little girl walked forward holding her grandmother's hand, talking and laughing, as if telling her what happened at school today.
A graceful and beautiful hot mom walked around anxiously with an umbrella, looked at her watch from time to time and muttered, "What's the matter?" All the other children have come out. Why hasn't my son come out yet? "Hot mom saw the children's classmates come out and quickly went forward to ask the children in the same class.
The child said to the hot mom, "I'm on duty today, so I won't come out for a while."
Hot mom patted her forehead and said, "Oh, forget, forget, today is Wednesday, and my son is on duty today, thank you!" " "
After a few minutes, a chubby little boy ran out of the school gate. Hot mom swished forward to hold up an umbrella for the little boy, patted the boy on the back and said lovingly and reproachfully, "Son, it's raining so hard." Look at you, your hair is all wet. Be careful of catching a cold. Come on, wipe it with your mother's silk scarf first. " Take down the heavy schoolbag from the child's shoulder and hug his son and go straight ahead.
Several juniors left school, and then several classes came out. Because of the rain, everyone walked quickly with their schoolbags on their backs.
"Wang Zixin, Wang Zixin ..." A high-pitched tenor shouted and ran forward, a thin middle-aged man.
A boy 12 years old who trotted forward stopped to look back. His expression was a little surprised. He said, "Dad, why are you here? I am so old, you still come to pick me up! "
The middle-aged man said, "Didn't it rain today? You didn't bring an umbrella, I'll drive to pick you up! " ! Your mother cooked your favorite saute spicy chicken at noon today. "The boy let out a cry of" Ouye ",which made others laugh.
The middle-aged man took off his coat and covered his son's head, wearing short sleeves. The son quickly took off his clothes and stuffed them into the middle-aged man and said, "Dad, put on your clothes quickly. It's okay in this rain. "
The middle-aged man raised his voice slightly and said, "Son, you are obedient. Your cold is just right. If you get caught in the rain again, don't make it again. Don't be stubborn to your father. Dad came out in a hurry today and didn't bring an umbrella. Just lick your head! "
The boy couldn't beat his father, so he had to put his coat on his head. Wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, the middle-aged man trotted forward with his son and came to the middle-aged man's car. At this time, the middle-aged man's back was drenched with light rain!
Originally, the rain in Mao Mao made people feel a little cold and depressed, but in the rain in Mao Mao, I watched their footsteps drifting away, and suddenly felt that the warm picture in the rain in Mao Mao made people feel so warm and their mood suddenly improved. The chill brought by drizzle seems to be dispelled by this deep affection, leaving only warm affection.
Family! This is one of the best feelings in the world. Family ties are eternal and selfless. It doesn't change with the change of seasons, the ups and downs of fame and fortune, wealth and dignity, and it doesn't choose from personal preferences. Family is like a bright lamp, which quietly illuminates every corner of our lives, so that we can bathe in the sunshine of love every day and walk with us!
How beautiful it is in the rain!
In the afternoon, the sky was raining quietly, as thin as hair, and fell to the ground like a needle embroidery. At first, it was just a faint component and did not appear. The earth, the mother of all things, silently absorbs the rain, and she wants to prepare enough water for the newborn coming in another year. When the low-lying place began to accumulate water and glow, it must be the rain that penetrated the heavens and the earth and eliminated the gap. The rainy world is very quiet. The reflection of clouds floats in stagnant water, just like the dream of the earth flying in the sky.
Standing under the buttonwood tree in front of the door, listening to the rain, watching how the songs of birds wake up spring in the branches with yellow leaves. These elves jumped from branch to branch, and their chirping never stopped. It seems that the children have endless joy during recess. What if it rains? The wet rain is just a fur, but it can't stop a free heart, flying smartly and singing endlessly in the wind.
The rain is getting smaller and smaller. Following the birdsong, I walked on the road at dusk. Bird! I will stay with you for a while. One can't always be in a good mood. Under the cover of night, he can steal half a day. Bird! Please sing another song for me. The songs engraved in my heart are like the wings of a dream.
The evening breeze is getting cold and brightly lit. As if pushed by time, the water in the ditch accelerated the pace of escape, and a road was like a snake, followed by it, heading for the boundless night. If the buttonwood tree in front of my house hadn't stamped its foot in time to stop me, I would have climbed to the sky along the water column of the spring rain.
Oh, there are endless reverie in early spring.