The dark night sky is full of lingering spring rain.
The rain falling around the orange street lamp is particularly warm to the stomach, but this does not prevent a person from falling into deep reverie. The camphor trees on the roadside did not move, and the rain rustled quietly, as if thinking about something.
My unruly little desk lamp casts a bright light on the yellow pages. It also spread around, reflected on the cold white wall, with layers of mottled light marks, like faults, which will break everything and misplace everything. It's like a spider's web that connects everything together. The small desk lamp almost wants to illuminate my deserted house and my lost deep sky.
Years come and go, drawing a long wave mark in the long river of life, and then gradually swinging to both sides of the river, causing ripples in my heart that can't fade for a long time.
There are always some seemingly similar stories, the pictures are translated in life, but no words can penetrate them. It is the carving knife of time. Carve them into eternity and treasure them in my life. Their performances gave me a taste of Millennium aging, a faint fragrance and a slightly smoky smell.
Flying rabbits walk, and the train of time runs tirelessly on the track of life for a period of time, but doesn't care about the beautiful scenery along the way and runs to a distant place that may have no end at all.
On a quiet night, occasionally some rain hit my window, but it rushed into my lost days. Every knock touches my heart. It rained all night, and my lost days were like heavy rain. ...
When you walk into my house, you can see a cute little mouse lamp hanging on the ceiling of the living room at a glance. Take a look at the left, there is a shoe cabinet, where we put our shoes. We can put our shoes in the shoe cupboard every day when we go home.
Further inside, there is the living room, which is very big, about 20 square meters. There is a set of big sofas in the corner of the living room. When I was young, I liked to play on the sofa. Sofa is like a trampoline, very elastic.
There are two computers on the right of the sofa. One is for my father and the other is for me to learn to watch movies. Its arrival has provided us with a lot of convenience in mastering information.
To the south of the living room are two bedrooms, one is mine and the other is my parents'. Mom and dad's bedroom is very simple. There is a wedding photo hanging on the bedside. Mom is happy to lean on dad's shoulder. Besides, it's a purple carpet. When you walk into my house, you can see a cute little mouse lamp hanging on the ceiling of the living room at a glance. Take a look at the left, there is a shoe cabinet, where we put our shoes. We can put our shoes in the shoe cupboard every day when we go home.
Further inside, there is the living room, which is very big, about 20 square meters. There is a set of big sofas in the corner of the living room. When I was young, I liked to play on the sofa. Sofa is like a trampoline, very elastic.
There are two computers on the right of the sofa. One is for my father and the other is for me to learn to watch movies. Its arrival has provided us with a lot of convenience in mastering information.
To the south of the living room are two bedrooms, one is mine and the other is my parents'. Mom and dad's bedroom is very simple. There is a wedding photo hanging on the bedside. Mom is happy to lean on dad's shoulder. Besides, it's a purple carpet.
No less than 300 articles "Learn to Be Quiet" Water is the source of our life, and every life on the earth is inseparable from water. If one day the water disappears, all living things on the earth will be extinct with the disappearance of water.
In hot summer, when you turn on the tap to take a bath, can you think about the feelings of people in water-deficient areas? When you forget to turn off the tap at night because of carelessness, the water lost all night may be equivalent to the water consumption of all villagers in a water-deficient area in one day; When you play with your friends with a water gun, you waste water equivalent to one person's daily water consumption in a water-deficient area. This vivid example shows how precious water resources are!
However, looking around, it is not uncommon to destroy and pollute water resources. Take Jia Luhe, jia county as an example! According to my grandfather, more than ten years ago, the water in Jia Luhe was so clear and beautiful, and the green grass on both sides of the river set off the beautiful big stones like transparent ribbons. Fish, big and small, are swimming in the river. People pass by here. When they are thirsty, they can drink the beautiful water of Jia Luhe directly. However, after more than ten years, Jia Luhe has changed: the river is no longer clear, but turbid, small fish no longer swim, and there is stink and garbage everywhere. Jia Luhe has become a stinking ditch full of rubbish, and people passing by there always run away with their noses covered. All this is evidence of human destruction of water resources!
As villagers in the global village, protecting water resources is an urgent task for us. We should remember that "gold is valuable, but water is priceless". For the sake of our health and the survival and development of mankind, dear friends, please take action to protect water resources, protect the earth and the home of mankind!
600 words on rainy days, no less than 20 lines of rain, like thousands of magical fingers, like thousands of strings, pop up ever-changing sounds.
The spring rain is soft, the summer rain is turbulent, the autumn rain is desolate and the winter rain is cold; Due to the change of seasons, my mood is different. However, the color of rain is as beautiful as the sound of rain.
There are many excellent works describing rain in picture music and poetry. Line color and musical melody are ethereal and transparent.
The thin rain flower, like a floating fog, is white, kissing people's faces lightly and feeling itchy slightly; And gently wet the clothes. Umbrellas are like sails, floating and sinking in the rain; Also like big wings, the southeast and northwest are boundless, drifting around because of the wind.
Silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain really makes people happy. You can wander outdoors without wearing a raincoat. Rain, like honey and wine, moistens your soul.
-This strange rain, this strange rain, is like a dream.
I remember the apricot blossom and spring rain in Jiangnan. Raindrops hit the awning, and there was the fragrance of pear blossoms in the rain. I remember the summer rain in the West Lake, full of vitality, and the lotus leaves all over the lake were beaten. I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain. The fog was locked and all the trees rustled. The pines and cypresses that hold up the sky are washed away by the rain, which makes them look particularly vigorous. I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, like crying, and the smoke from huts on both sides of the river was gloomy, like a colored pencil drawing.
It's a drizzly and breezy night, suitable for reading poetry and prose. On a stormy night, horror supernatural novels are desirable. Otherwise, it is a pleasure to invite a few confidants, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a bag of peanuts and light a candle. Wind and rain are more suitable for pregnant women, who often suffer from insomnia; A sound of wind and rain seems to leave people and whisper.
That summer, my friends and I sat in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion. At that time, the water chestnut was ripe. On Lianchi Beach, the villagers were driving boats and busy picking. The white clouds in the sky and the egrets on the water set each other off. A sudden shower, Malik Pentium; Banping Mountain suddenly disappeared, and only the dense rain hung a bead curtain on Lianchi. In the shower, the boats that collect water chestnuts are still rocking leisurely. The people on the boat are even hemp fibers.
There is not much rainfall in the south of Taiwan Province Province. Especially in Kaohsiung, the dust is all over the sky; The branches and leaves are covered with dust, and after a shower, it is green and brand-new. Shoushan after the rain, enchanting overlooking the silent love; Silver scale water waves are also dyed green by green hills.
On the banks of the river, on the rows of cement columns, the porcelain covers of rows of street lamps are embedded between mountains and rivers like white jade balls, which vaguely shows the scenery of the West Lake.
"The head of the Spring Rain Building is eight feet high. When will you go back to Zhejiang Chao? "
Modern poems about rain are no less than 16 lines. Zheng Chouyu.-Rain.
We fell in love, like rain,
On the interstellar road,
Our car is quiet.
Once played in the transparent forest,
Once stood on a waterless stream,
That is, the riverbed crowded with lotus leaf lights.
This is a story about Penny and Queqiao.
Get out of there ...
Stay there, the bag is there.
We fell in love, like rain,
Obliquely woven into a faint memory.
But is this a good memory?
Stay among the stars forever?
Now it is a broken pearl.
all over the world ...
the Chen Dynasty
The bird knocked on my window, and the glass went out.
A night of rain and dew soaked the blue cassock in my dream.
A tall travel diary has been hanging outside the wall.
Early in the morning, like a girl on tiptoe, she came.
A glimpse of my teenage tonsure is a pity.
A cool skin contact said, I'm home.
Yu Guangzhong-Shan Yu
The fog became thicker and thicker and turned into a shower.
People are getting deeper and deeper into Minangong.
The road gets darker and darker. Dusk.
Ink painting scene composed of ink dots
More fog rises from the bottom of the valley.
After all, it is a mountain in the rain?
Or the rain in the mountains
How to explain a small pavilion?
Listen!
Dense Woods, deep in the shade
A loud bird
Turn the empty mountain into a sentence.
Yu Guangzhong-Waiting for you in the rain
Waiting for you in the rain, in the rainbow rain.
The cicada falls and the frog rises.
A pool of red lotus is like a red flame in the rain.
It doesn't matter whether you come or not, but do you think
Every lotus is like you.
Especially every dusk, every such Mao Mao rain.
Eternity, instant, instant, eternity
Waiting for you outside time and within time,
Waiting for you, in an instant, in eternity.
If your hand is in my hand, at this moment.
If your qingfen
In my nostrils, I would say, little lover.
No, this hand should be picking lotus, in the Wu Palace.
This hand should be
Shake a handle of cinnamon pulp on Mulan boat.
A star hangs on the cornice of the science museum.
Hanging like an eardrop
Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you come.
Red-violet after the rain, Pian Pian, there you are.
Like a poem.
You come from a love story.
From Jiang Baishi, rhymes, there you are.
I hope it helps you.
Describe the natural environment of rain in no less than 50 words. What does this autumn and this temperature mean? The crystal pendant fell from the sky and sprinkled obliquely, looking hazy and cold. A strange feeling suddenly struck, dyed my every cell red and spread to my heart. Such rain, such harmony, fell on the ground a little, but stepped on my heart. This rain makes time trance, and the trance time makes it rain.
How to write a composition about rain? The autumn tiger is still shining. When he slept at night, he looked out of the window and saw one or two yellow leaves falling leisurely.
The cicada's hoarseness has disappeared, but the yellow leaves have not finished falling. Is it autumn after all? Autumn wind and autumn rain make people sad.
A lot of people say that. I am also trudging through the thick history on a rainy night of autumn rain with a copy of History.
From Shang to Tang, from Qin to Kanggan, from Jin and Wei to Song and Yuan Dynasties, there was wind and rain. There are books burning, literary inquisition, prose and poetry, whatever it is, it is accompanied by autumn rain along the way. Rain hits my heart and hurts my body; From temples to brothels, from crescent spring to West Lake water, from Dujiangyan to Wujiang boat, only autumn rain accompanied us all the way. Rain hits my heart, and I can't breathe or look up. From the Seven Sages of Bamboo Grove to Fan Chengda, from Empress Dowager Cixi to Eight-Nation Alliance, from an important official holding the power of the DPRK to a woman busking in the street, all the way there was only the noise of autumn rain, which stung my heart and body, and I was at a loss.
Open the thick history of China, turn it over again, turn it over again, turn it over again, but it's only accompanied by autumn rain, and it's getting colder and colder ... What a beautiful thing, as long as it is stained with the tears of China history, will it be so heavy? Thick city walls, huge bluestone slabs, and even the wrinkles on the face, body, heart and hands of the elderly who are taking a nap by the roadside are already impenetrable. ...
This is autumn rain. Without the hope brought by spring rain, without the prosperity brought by summer rain, even the brewing brought by winter snow is gone. It only brings frustration and pain. No wonder people often say that autumn will never be the season of love! But a good season to break up!
Autumn rain is cold because it falls from the sky, so high, so high, so high. "It's too cold up there". How can it not be cold? Autumn rain is bitter, falling from such a high sky and infiltrating into such a deep and cold underground. How can it not be bitter or astringent? Autumn rain is tears, tears in the sky, freezing cold, so everything wet by autumn rain will be ready to hibernate, right? Only pine and cypress can't, because the roots of pine and cypress are so tight and deep that autumn rain can't reach them. So deep, pine and cypress have an ancient Spartan heart, which can't tolerate tenderness and can't feel the cold, bitterness and pain of autumn rain. ...
Autumn wind and autumn rain make people sad. Standing on the tail of this autumn, I am worried about China's profound and painful history. However, it is precisely because we stand on the tail of autumn that we can see the coming winter hopefully. We spend two seasons a year carving complex patterns on the back of China's deep soul, and then harvest the pain caused by depicting the soul in autumn, but pick up hope again in autumn and head for a new winter! That will be the moment when our souls get medals!
Lightning and thunder, flowers and trees, spring, summer, autumn and winter ... these are all treasures given to us by nature. Among these treasures, I like the sound of rain best.
Spring rain is always so warm and kind. She often walks with the spring breeze. Drive away the cold in winter. Wake up the sleeping earth and hibernating animals. The earth is covered with a green coat: willows sprout, peach blossoms bloom, grass is green and tender, and birds begin to sing again. The little white rabbit is going to invite the little turtle to hold the tortoise-rabbit race again. The farmer's uncle began his busy spring ploughing production again. Sow the seeds of spring and prepare for the harvest in autumn.
The rain in summer is always so crazy. Always accompanied by this typhoon, Lei Gonggong and Dianpo are a pair. Had a big fight. The heavy rain took the couple as if to engulf the whole world. However, it is a paper tiger and looks fierce. In fact, it can't jump for days. Even so, I still hate it.
Autumn rain is a lovely key, it is cool and gentle, gently, gently, when you don't pay attention, it opens the door to autumn. Autumn rain ripens fiery sorghum, ripens lantern-like pears, ripens golden rice fields, fragrant osmanthus, golden autumn chrysanthemums, fiery roses and holy lilies. Rainbow after rain, the fragrance of fruit after rain ... I was intoxicated by this autumn rain.
The rain in winter is always so cold that it seems a bit ominous. That raindrop hits your face with the cold wind, and it hurts like a needle. After a rain, it will be ten percent cold. Maybe you will have a high fever of over 39 degrees! Snuff and sneezing together, DC three feet. Therefore, I don't like the rain in winter.
The sun chased the dark clouds and lit up the earth, and the white clouds rushed to the blue sky to play. Pushing open the window, a faint earthy fragrance came face to face, and the air was particularly fresh. The branches of willow trees were washed bright green by rain. As soon as this gust of wind blows, it shakes off some water droplets left on the leaves from time to time. The weather is better and the air is fresher after the rain. After the baptism of rain, every wild flower and grass is so bright that even colorful butterflies can't compete with it. Coupled with the faint fog in the mountains, this dreamlike mystery led me to a colorful world.
Rain makes people cool and comfortable. I like rain.
The composition on "protecting eggs" should be no less than 200 words.
This morning, I remembered my teacher's homework: the action to protect eggs. I carefully took out the lovely little egg from the refrigerator. After careful selection, I finally chose a very small egg without spots. A box and a pile of sponges. I first wrapped the eggs in layers of sponge and stuffed them into the box. Eggs are tightly wrapped in boxes and sponges. It won't be too easy to break.
In the afternoon, I picked up the box and took out the eggs, thinking it was all right. But it never occurred to me that my eggs were crushed when I was doing my homework. The eggs came out, sticky and stained the clothes and floor. My mother came back and was very angry when she saw this picture, but I couldn't help it.
Through the "egg protection", I learned a truth: everything should be done seriously and responsibly, carefully, and take corresponding measures according to the nature of the matter, so as to be on the other side of success and be foolproof. I also realized the hardships when my mother was pregnant with me. How much my mother loves me.
Egg protection
Today, Miss Huang assigned a special task: We will take an egg to school tomorrow. Why should we bring eggs? We are all puzzled. Is it cooking and weighing or ... the students are talking about it.
Early the next morning, the students happily brought the eggs one by one. After asking, it turned out that the teacher told us that there was a condition for protecting eggs, that is, eggs were not allowed to leave our side within one day. "Protect the eggs like hens and don't let them break." I don't know who shouted. "This is not simple! I can be a hen! " I cried proudly, carefully putting the eggs in my pocket. After class, I ran to the toilet like a white rabbit as usual. Just taking the first step, my good friend Mao Yaqi cried, "Eggs!" Scared, I immediately stepped back and touched the baby. Hey! It's still sleeping in my pocket! Now I dare not be careless. The classmate next door told me to jump the rubber band. I proudly pointed to the baby and told them that I was protecting the eggs! Look at the playground, where there are traces of my classmates, some standing in the corridor and taking out eggs don't know what to discuss; Some stay in the classroom, taking out Chinese books from their schoolbags in one hand and carrying eggs through their pockets in the other; There are also some naughty children discussing whether chickens can hatch.
As the saying goes, "Once bitten, twice shy." After the break, whether I stand up to answer questions or do my homework, I always remind myself: "Never let the eggs in my pocket touch the table!"
Fortunately, under my care, I finally completed the glorious task of protecting eggs. Looking at the baby egg lying quietly, I smiled with relief. It's not easy to protect eggs for a day! My mother is pregnant in October, with a big belly and a heavy body, and needs careful care. Is it easy? I was weak after birth, and my mother was worried about my illness and I couldn't play well in my studies. For me ... is it easy? Can I talk back to my mother for a little thing to make her angry? No, I want to be a filial child, and I want to double my love for my mother.
Egg protection operation
Egg protection operation
After school on Friday, Mr. Bao said with a smile, "Students, each of you will bring an egg to school on Monday."
Everyone was surprised and said something below. Someone said, "hey, what are you doing with eggs?" Eat? Or ... ",yes.
Say, "Is it used to cook poached eggs after the activity and have lunch at noon?" I thought to myself, what are you doing with an egg? Do you want to put eggs?
Donate it to the canteen? Or use your own ability to hatch chickens? Full of expectations!
On Monday, everyone brought eggs to school, and the students were very excited. I wonder what medicine Mr. Bao is selling in the gourd. But there are some
After class, many students' eggs have been "gloriously sacrificed", some accidentally fell to the ground and smashed, and some did not.
Some students met students who had crushed eggs, and they were all depressed: "Alas, my poached eggs were ruined!" " "The most interesting.
It's Ma Haowen's egg. They are all going to go home from school in the afternoon. Huang Binbin and Ma Haowen are fighting, only to hear 1 of "pa", Ma Haowen's chicken fell off.
The egg fell off the table and the yellow yolk flowed out. What a pity! He almost won! Teacher Bao smiled and said, "Another one.
The egg is broken, let's observe a minute's silence for it! "Ha, ha, ha, laughter in the classroom immediately, counted, and the eggs were not broken.
27 people, 25 people who died "gloriously". Teacher Bao went on to say, "Students, I asked you to bring eggs to school today, just to let you.
Children understand a truth, take good care of your belongings and be as careful as your eyes! "
After listening to Teacher Bao's words, I carefully took the eggs out of my schoolbag. From the beginning, I folded a small paper box and put it on the paper.
There was a layer of paper under the box before I put the eggs in my schoolbag. On this day, I was very careful when I took books from my schoolbag, so my eggs were intact.
Damage. Teacher Bao's activities are very meaningful, which makes me understand a truth: you must be responsible for everything.