In the morning, I opened the window and breathed the fresh air of spring, and a different smell floated in. Look out, ah, it's raining!
Spring rain is like a filament, woven obliquely and densely. Like a wisp of silk, it fell to the ground and the whole earth was green. Suddenly a gust of wind blew the rain like thousands of catkins swaying in the air. Tick-tock, tick-tock, spring rain falls in the garden. Small drops of water float on the petals and roll like dazzling pearls. Tick-tock, tick-tock, spring rain falls in the fields and also in the hearts of farmers' uncles. I seem to see golden wheat, Redmi and sorghum in Huang Chengcheng ... How beautiful! It's really that spring rain is more expensive than oil!
I love spring, and I love spring rain even more. I would like to turn into a spring rain and moisten the motherland.
Second, "Spring Rain Diary"
As soon as the spring rain arrived, my father-in-law Lei also played the heavy drum. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, the branches are swaying wildly with the wind, the roof is covered with white fog, and the water on the eaves is pouring down like a waterfall. In a short time, the roads and yards became a Wang Yang. The car passed by, splashing more than one meter high.
The rain stopped, the sun came out, the air was fresh and sweet, and the road was washed clean. Under the sunlight, the leaves become green and bright, as if they were all made of shiny jade. The happiest people are children. They had a good time. Some people are playing basketball, others are playing football. ...
Third, the spring rain
Today, the spring rain quietly came to our world, and soon it fell, making a rustling sound.
Spring rain, it is a precious "treasure" of spring; It flies to the earth like a thin embroidery needle; Wash high-rise buildings, trees and houses, and the mountains on the horizon, all clean and spotless.
After the rain, the grass just sticking out is full of vitality after being moistened by the spring rain. And the tree has sprouted, and the original "clothes" have long since disappeared, and now they are like jade. Flowers paint raindrops on the buds, making them more colorful, delicate and lovely.
Fourth, spring rain poems.
Spring rain, like cow hair, like flashing gold and silver jewelry, is fascinating.
Ah! Picturesque spring rain, I love you!
When the footsteps of spring March quietly,
You fell quietly,
Falling into a clear stream,
Blue waves rippling;
Fall on the green leaves,
Put a shiny cloak on the green leaves;
Fall on the wings of swallows;
Shake it gently,
It fell into my hands,
Ah! The rain is so pure.
I opened my mouth,
Taste the spring rain,
Ah! The rain is so sweet.
Spring rain falls from the sky,
Welcome everything on earth,
Wash away all pollution,
Moistened the arid land,
Ah! I pursue you!
Pursue your noble qualities,
Pursue your selfless spirit,
Pursue your innocent heart.