Practice writing: Students try to describe their own imaginary spring.

The weather in spring is like a child's face, always changing. It was sunny just now, and then it turned into rain in Mao Mao, just like the arrival of Sister Chunyu, as if everything on the whole earth had become fresh.

The rain is as big as beans, falling from the sky and falling into the water to reveal small bubbles. The rain pattering on the glass made me feel very happy. It rained so suddenly that pedestrians on the road hid from each other and wanted to go home at once. Some children deliberately stroll slowly in the spring rain, but their mothers cover their heads and shout loudly. Looking at the mother and son in the rain, I also gave Chun Yu a close hug.

After a while, the rain stopped and the sun shone again, so brilliant and bright. I like this beautiful rain scene and the timely rain in this spring.