The sultry night is suffocating and I can't sleep. Outside the window, a series of lightning pierced the dark night curtain, and the dull thunder roared like a cannon, which made people nervous.
There was a flash of light, a clear thunderbolt, and then a downpour, just as the gods heard the signal, tore open the sky and poured the water of Tianhe into the world.
The wind roared, slammed the door open and slammed it on the wall. The heavy rain beat on the roof and the glass, playing exciting music.
A small stream of rain crept in quietly through the big window and crawled slowly. Soon, the sonorous music became a melody with a single rhythm, and the soft and sweet lullaby comforted the tired body of the sleeping man.
The first ray of light outside the window reported the dawn of the world. There are white clouds floating in the blue sky, dancing in the warm breeze, which makes the blue sky brighter.
Birds are singing happy songs to welcome the bursting sunrise; The flowers and plants bent by the storm spread out as if they had just woken up from a dream; The water drops nestled on the petals, and the green leaves shone brightly.
After the rain, the rolling banks of the Yangtze River face the morning glow and put on a rose dress; The rolling waves in the distance shine like a girl's eyes, which makes people move.
The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the gorgeous roses give off bursts of fragrance!
Last night, wild nature seemed to destroy the whole world, but it brought a better morning.
Sometimes, people are limited by all kinds of things, only see one aspect of things, and ignore the unparalleled harmonious beauty of nature as a whole!
(2) Scenery after rain
It rained all night last night. When I got up in the morning, it was still raining and the sky was gray. I came to school with an umbrella.
When the first class ended, the rain suddenly stopped and the sun rushed out of the clouds and appeared in the sky. The radiant light shines on the earth, and the gray sky turns blue like a mirror, so spotless. The fresh air is full of the fragrance of wild flowers and weeds. In the clear sky of Wan Li, you can occasionally see cotton-like white clouds crawling lazily. Birds can be heard far away. Our classroom is also very bright, and my mood is very comfortable. I looked out of the window by accident. "Hey, little lantern!" I cried. The students can't help looking out of the window. The branches outside the classroom are covered with crystal clear and jewel-like water drops. Under the sunlight, the small water spots show various beautiful colors, such as orange red, green, sky blue and gold. Some students say it is like a small lantern; Some people say it is like a beautiful little gem; Some people say it is like a smooth and round pearl.
Ah! How beautiful the scenery is after the rain! I am deeply attracted and intoxicated by this natural scenery.
2. Write a landscape composition after the rain Write a landscape composition: After the rain
When the raindrops in Hit the Floor gradually turned from dense to thin, when the cloudy sky gradually turned from cloudy to sunny, the air was filled with the freshness after the rain, and the clear sky was revealed in the scattered dark clouds.
Whenever it rains, the blue sky is gone, the quiet fields are gone, and everything is disrupted by raindrops. Every raindrop rings a piece of music. Only when the rain stopped, these vigorous music sublimated into gentle movements.
Breathing the cleanest air and looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, I don't know whether to make the lens washed by the window bright or to clean the whole nature spotless. Every leaf is hung with sparkling raindrops, which wrap the brightest sunshine after the rain. Occasionally, the wind blows through the petals scattered by raindrops and becomes the soul of flowers. Without complaining, it is happiness after the storm.
It's new green near, and it's ethereal in the distance. Mountains have become exquisite handicrafts in my sight. Maybe rain is a magical magician, and everything in nature will be completely new.
When I was deeply attracted by the scenery after the rain, I looked far away. That rainbow stands between me and nature, and the voice of nature flows into my heart.
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3. The composition describing the night scene after the rain is even the rain in Mao Mao. At dusk, it is dribs and drabs. This time, how to win a word "worry"? The joys and sorrows of life are fleeting. I passed by Li Qingzhao and finally let the word "sorrow" lock my thoughts.
52 points! The past is unbearable, and the test paper is shocking. I fell into the lowest valley of my life. The first time I failed, I was disappointed and lost. Listening to the sporadic rain outside the window-so quiet!
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However, waterfalls can only be spectacular if they don't avoid the gap of fate, and life can only be enlightened if they don't avoid the repetition of setbacks. I inadvertently lived the most real life, and I must not be disappointed, right? The world is fair to everyone. Most importantly.
The purpose is to learn to face and bear. If disappointed, don't write sadness in bright eyes; If you are helpless, don't hang the pain on the brow of thinking. I laugh at myself and dissect myself.
It's no use complaining about love. I am looking forward to the experience of waiting like dusk after rain.
The wind urges me forward, and I should say thank you; Rain challenges me, so I have to learn to be calm.
4. What sentences describe the scenery after rain? Wei's Seclusion: Although the nobles are different, they have a camp when they go out. There is nothing to pull, so this seclusion. Rainy night is coming, I wonder if spring grass will grow. The green hills are breaking dawn, and birds are singing in the house. Sometimes I make dolls with Taoist priests or walk with firewood. Since the Ann Jian bad, this person is bo Rong Shi.
Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night": Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Bai Juyi's Shang Yang's White-haired Man: "The shadow behind the lamp is lingering, and the rustling rain beats against the window" (excerpt)
Jiang Kui's "Pingfu sees a move and doesn't want to leave": I'm too old to listen to orchestral music, and it's not convenient to have a drink when I'm sick. Life is alive, and it is rare to encounter good rain before the summer heat this autumn; When enjoying the cool, please let me stay at home with a warm pillow.
Su Shi's Ding Fengbo: If you don't listen to the leaves beating in the forest, why not sing and walk slowly? Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. The cold spring breeze woke me up, and the weather was a little cold, but the mountains caught my eye with oblique photos. Looking back at the bleak land, there is no wind, no rain and no eyes. (My favorite, hehe)
Fang Yue's Listening to the Rain: Zhu Zhai sleeps and listens to the rain, and moss grows in his dreams. Opposite the lonely mountain, idle birds don't guess.
Wei's Xixi Chuzhou: I pity the grass alone, and there are orioles singing in the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Wang Zao's "Two Stories about Things" (1): Swallows will whisper in summer, and the green locust garden will not be overcast. No one saw the rain in the west window, and the banana was just a few feet away.
Wentong's "After the Rain in Beizhai": After the rain, two birds come to occupy bamboo, and in autumn, a butterfly looks for flowers.
Zheng Wenbao's Liu Zhi Ci: Pavilion painting is a spring pool until pedestrians are half drunk; Regardless of the misty rain, I will hate Jiangnan.
Xu Fuchun visits the lake: When will the swallows return? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom. After a few days of rain, the river rose and flooded the small bridge, so people could not cross the river. At this time, a boat slowly sailed out from the shade of willow trees.
Weng Juan's "April in the Country": The mountains and rivers are covered with white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Zhao Shixiu's Guest: It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp. (What a beautiful artistic conception)
Wang Changling's Farewell to Xin Jian in Furong Inn: It's cold and rainy at night, and it's clear to see off guests in Chushan. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
The article's "More Leakage": Indus, the rain in the middle of the night, is the pain of love that never gives up. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. (Beautiful beyond words)
Dai Shulun's Suxi Pavilion: Yan did not return in the Spring Festival Evening, and a misty rain chilled the apricot blossoms.
Li Shangyin: You asked me that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
5. Scenery composition after rain, we should grasp the characteristics that weak rain is the lightest thing in the world and cannot knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings.
And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain.
When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.
People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."
Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes. In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain.
It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time.
It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.
Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me? There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint."
In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain.
However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years. In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again.
It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue. The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat ... Last night, an autumn rain wet my eyes, quietly watching people come and go, swimming in the forest of Hongfeng with red leaves and tireless heart.
Past lives are for this life. I don't want to cross the Naihe Bridge or drink Meng Po soup. I turn it into a drop of dew, hang it between maple leaves, soak it, accompany it to be lonely and burn with it. Let the flame of a tree turn into a harp, and let my three thousand moss be the strings. In such a silent dawn, I will gently play a song for you. Red maple is the flame that beats in the dark, and green silk is the mark of past lives. You are a person you will never forget.
Zheng's voice can only be understood by you, because I was not drunk last night. It was the brilliance of the trees that awakened my dream of sleeping for thousands of years. When I woke up, I still couldn't grasp the waiting love, and I couldn't see the sorrow at that moment. In such a gorgeous background, if you don't come, this dazzling prosperity, this beating flame and this staring eyes can only leave emptiness and loneliness.
Don't ask about the past life, don't ask about the next life, think more, just indulge in the quiet dawn, smooth the vicissitudes of my life with your constant concern and tacit understanding, wipe away my sorrow in the dark night, and let me feel the quiet beauty and exquisiteness of a maple leaf, the crystal and purity of a dewdrop, and the tenderness and yearning of a breeze.
How I want to float in the maple forest in full swing, I hope your horseshoe can break the cold of dawn. I will burn with maple leaves, sprinkle with red acacia, and scatter your bags one by one, stringing together regrets in this life. How intoxicated and obsessed, in the frost forest in late autumn, are you flying or dwelling? Can you hear the pure zither sound in the distance, can you see the flames full of trees, and talk about its burning? I hold the tears lost in my last life and the dew that changed in this life to wash away the dust of your years and the vicissitudes of your previous life. Are you tired? Whenever, I will wait quietly in the frost forest at dawn. Here is your eternal post station, facing the mountains and flowing water, facing the thick earth and yellow sky, bearing in mind the beauty of life and meeting for thousands of years.
I don't know who is quietly singing: in the chaotic world, everything is prosperous in the background except you. This play is played with life, and it is rare to have this agreement. This love only means something to you and me. In the misty frost forest, if you don't remember, if I haven't been there, there is only the prosperity of smoke, like the dream of a butterfly, falling gently outside the world of mortals in the background.
And I stubbornly sang classical feelings, caressed the guzheng, lingering with the autumn wind and fog, indulging in the maple leaves at dawn, but, just, the lovesick maple forest is more and more sparse than the maple forest. Dawn, fog, heavy frost.
The whole maple grove is as red as a fiddler, as red as a fiddler and as transparent as a fiddler. Drunk in past lives, looking for it, I just want to be the reddest maple leaf, light the fire of your life, and light up the road of Millennium reincarnation.
A downpour poured down from the air, and the raindrops were thick and thin, like a baptism in spring and a welcome in summer. The rain has stopped. How beautiful the world is after the rain! Unconsciously, a beautiful rainbow appeared in the sky. The seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple complement each other in the air, like a seven-color bridge hanging in the air.
Oh, it hasn't rained in Beijing for a long time. Pedestrians stopped, especially lovely children, looked up at the sky, pointed to the rainbow like colorful ribbons between heaven and earth, stared blankly and whispered, "I really want to play slides on the rainbow."
The rainbow in late spring and early summer is an uninvited guest and a magical magician. Every time it appears, it will definitely become a different shape. In the simple and elegant small courtyard, the vibrant flowers are a little more colorful, and the small flowers left in spring are washed more and more beautiful by the rain.
The green lotus leaf is dotted with pink flowers and bones, which brings the hope of summer. The lotus is dotted with charming and simple jasper with crystal clear and pink jade, showing the delicate color of the lotus after rain erosion. The lotus after the rain is more beautiful and lively than what the poet described as "the lotus leaves are infinitely colorful, and the lotus leaves reflect the sun in a different color".
There are clusters of wild flowers in the yard, some in bud and some in bud.
6. Describe the scenery in the rain before and after the rain on campus 300 words In the early morning, crystal beads and inclined rain lines became hazy rain fog, covering the four fields of the campus.
I don't know when the rain stopped. The rain drove away all the dust in the air, and the air after the rain was mixed with an attractive smell of grass, which made people forget all their troubles.
Oh, look, the campus sky! Not long ago, it was bleak. Now, it is raining all over the sky. The transparent sky is like water, like a blue handkerchief, those white and delicate clouds, like flowers embroidered on the handkerchief, beautiful! Looking around, my eyes are full of green: grass clothes are less dusty, which can be described as green jade carvings, and dew on grass leaves is dazzling; Which famous artist personally carved the colorful dress? Who dressed the shiny little thing on its stamens? The rows of towering trees are more energetic than before; Birds on the branches are more lively and euphemistic songs are nice. .. everything is so beautiful, so charming.
7. Before and after the rain, the campus landscape composition 500 Rain is the melody of nature. The rain falls on the campus. Rain, quietly coming. Ding-dong, ding-dong, it rained heavily and stopped soon.
Ponds on the ground one after another, the wind gently brushed, rippled, and the ground was wet. The grass on the ground is green and dancing happily, as if to say, "Sister Chunyu, Sister Chunyu, thank you for feeding me so much nectar." Small flowers come in many colors, including red, pink, white, yellow, blue and green ... all of them are full of vitality.
The tree is happy, too. Cinnamomum camphora was washed spotless by heavy rain, and the old leaves became greener and fresher. Dewdrops on the tree swayed from side to side under the breeze, and pearl-like droplets dripped down. Bamboo is growing, and the longer it grows, the higher its leaves are. I think: it is possible to grow bamboo shoots one by one, and it will break ground in two days. I came to the wisteria rack in front of the school cafeteria and saw that the stems of wisteria were small and tender, climbing upward constantly.
Looking up, the sky is clearer, the sun seems to be smiling, as if singing, and the clouds seem to be dancing for the sun.
Wet earth, green grassland, vibrant flowers, tall camphor trees, lush banana trees, fragrant bamboo, bamboo shoots that have broken ground, tall and straight wisteria, clear sky, lovely sun and beautiful clouds ... constitute such a beautiful picture of the campus after the spring rain.
Yao Yuan Private Taoliyuan Experimental School Grade Two
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Do you know the beautiful scenery after the rain? 20 words Rain Girl flew away with a skirt. It's really amazing. Under the sun, the river is shining, free and shining, and everything is more beautiful and shining because of the bright rain, which gives us joy. Singing, after the rain, in the study, carefree, protect him! In the special scene after the rain, every drop of water represents a hope, and it also makes hope flow on us. It chirps the scenery after the rain.
It is like a colorful gem, because they have a pair of light wings! After the rain-small-he is flowing happily. In society, let it be beautiful forever, as if all the troubles are flying in the sun and emitting various colors! After the rain-the flowers spread out! After the rain-birds fly leisurely in the air, blend in with the rain and flow to the world together. They are persistent, flying and singing the most beautiful songs in nature. Let's be more upward.
Let's grow up in happiness, there seems to be a gem on the rain bead. Beautiful rain is given by nature; I envy them for the color of flowers.
We should cherish it, let us work hard, let the rivers flood the mountains and plains, show smiling faces, and let us have a good mood with the will to learn and forge ahead in our growth.
9. "After Rain" can be written in about 600 words, including scenery writing and lyric writing. It's raining without warning.
The rain is monotonous, as if it had no beginning and no end.
She stood under the narrow eaves, numbly watching the rain drop by drop in front of her, falling to the ground and turning into fragments of a mirror, reflecting the whimsy of the sky; Fall on the tree and make the bare trunk glow with texture.
He looked around and walked anxiously. He wants to take shelter from the rain, because if old and thin clothes are mixed with such cold things, it will make him sick and he can't afford to see a doctor.
Finally, he found a narrow eaves, but has been occupied by a girl, eyes in a hurry, telling the girl's long hair and pale yellow scarf.
He hesitated, not knowing whether to stand under the same roof with this man who was enough to make him feel ashamed.
The girl also saw him down and out, so she stood aside and left room for the other half.
He hid in this space, then curled up in the corner, lowered his head and looked at his feet.
The world is very quiet, and there are no pedestrians on the road, so there is no third person involved in this roof. The breathing of two people can't be any interference, and it can't be mixed with the rustling of rain.
She glanced at him more than once intentionally or unintentionally. He is short and weak because of poverty. Yellow and unkempt hair is not dyed, but comes from the lack of talent for some trace elements; Long hair covers his eyes, but he has no money for a haircut.
He still looked down at his feet and trembled from time to time. Yes, he is trembling, and his thin clothes have been wet by the mid-winter rain.
The girl took a deep breath and looked into the distance, where there was nothing.
He never looked at her, not once. They come from different countries, she will be happy, but he will be hard; She will be happy, and he is destined to suffer; If she is injured, many people will feel pain for her, but if she dies, no one will cry. .
There's nothing special about meeting. Curiously, the two worlds met because of a rain, although the boundaries were still clear.
The rain doesn't mean to stop, and no one knows when it will be tired.
Until she saw him tremble for the seventh time. !
"Are you cold?"
He instinctively froze, as if he heard a voice too far away, and didn't answer, because he didn't think it was for himself, and he didn't even want to look up to confirm it.
A gust of wind brought a few drops of rain, and the girl stepped back. "You. . Is it cold? " This is the second time. He raised his head nervously, saw the girl's concerned eyes, and then lowered his head.
"No. I am not cold. " He doesn't need sympathy, especially her sympathy.
But the trembling body betrayed him at once.
When he felt the warmth of the yellow scarf, he looked up in horror.
She has run out of this little eaves.
When he realized what had happened, the girl had disappeared from sight.
The rain gradually stopped and there were more pedestrians on the road. They all looked at him and the pale yellow scarf with strange eyes.
Because it is winter, there is no rainbow after the rain.