Rain, like thousands of magical fingers, like thousands of strings, pops up ever-changing sounds. The spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, 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; It is also like a big wing, boundless, floating around because of the wind. Silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain really makes people happy.
You don't need to wear it, you can wander outdoors, and the rain is like honey and wine, nourishing your soul. -This strange rain, this strange rain, is like a dream.
I remember that in the south of the Yangtze River, raindrops hit the awning, and there was also the fragrance of pear flowers 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 huts on both sides of the river were 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, invite a few confidants, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a pack, light a candle and have another taste. 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, E68A84323131335323635438+0343136333313333333643930 water chestnut was mature, and the villagers were busy sailing on Lianchi Lake. The white clouds in the sky and the egrets on the water set each other off.
Sudden showers, such as; 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 green after a shower. 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? " .
It's raining hard. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Rain, like thousands of magical fingers, like thousands of strings, pops up ever-changing sounds.
The spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, 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; I also like big wings,
Boundless, because the wind is blowing everywhere.
Silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain really makes people happy. You don't have to wear it.
Wandering outdoors, rain is like honey and wine, nourishing the soul.
-This strange rain, this strange rain, is like a dream.
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In the south of the Yangtze River, raindrops hit the awning, and there is also the fragrance of pear flowers 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, crying like a complaint, a hut on both sides.
Gloomy, like a wet 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, please invite a few confidants, make a few cups of strong tea and buy a pack.
Lighting a foreign candle is another pleasure. 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. Sudden showers, such as
; 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 were covered with dust and green after a shower.
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? "
It's raining harder. Continue to write 100. It is raining harder.
Standing on the ground and looking up at the sky, raindrops hit my face and ran down my cheeks. I want to see the raindrops clearly and watch them fall from the sky, but it's raining so hard that I can't open my eyes and see anything clearly. I have to take back my sight.
Suddenly helpless, hesitant, sad. .. a lot of unpleasant smells embrace my heart, and my thoughts become clearer and stronger at this moment, attacking my brain. I can't control it. . ..
Suddenly, I felt something pressing on my heart and I was at a loss. I suddenly looked up at the sky, hoping that the sky would wash my brain. It rained so fast that I didn't have time to see it clearly and was dazzled, so I had to close my eyes. . . .
Suddenly I feel that rain is not someone's tears, but a kind of "lovesickness" and a kind of "missing". Whenever it rains, people will feel lonely, and this moment will cause people to think. When the rain falls, every thought falls, bit by bit, intermittently and occasionally strongly. . . .
Hehe, it's almost 200 words.
4. Enlarge "It's raining heavily" with metaphor. 1. At this moment, the sky is raining like a galaxy, pouring down from the horizon!
2. The wind rolled up the rainstorm like countless whips and hit the glass window heavily.
I saw the North Sea roaring. Showers beat the ground, and the rain danced and splashed.
4, the wind with the rain star, as if looking for something on the ground, the east end, the west end of the bump. No sooner had the pedestrians on the road found shelter than it began to rain. It's raining harder and harder, and soon it's like a downpour. Look at the rain in the sky, it's really like a waterfall! A gust of wind blew, and the waterfall-like rain was blown like smoke, fog and dust.
Suddenly a north wind blew, and a dark cloud rose from the northern horizon, mixed with lightning and thunder. In a flash, the wind blew hard and dark clouds filled the sky. Then rain drops as big as peas fell from the sky and slammed on the window. Another thunderbolt was deafening. In an instant, the raindrops were connected in a line, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky fell.
6. One night, it was overcast, thunder came and went, and lightning flashed in the sky. The wind, blowing hard, the branches creaked by the wind, and suddenly, it rained cats and dogs.
7. In the blink of an eye, the sound of rain turned into a roar, and the sky cracked countless holes. The rainstorm merged into a waterfall and poured down to the ground.
It's raining harder. Continue to write 100. It is raining harder.
I stood on the ground and looked up at the sky. Raindrops hit my face and ran down my cheeks. I want to see the raindrops clearly and watch them fall from the sky, but it's raining so hard that I can't open my eyes and see anything clearly. I have to take back my sight. Suddenly I was helpless, confused and sad. .. a lot of unpleasant smells embrace my heart, and my thoughts become clearer and stronger at this moment, attacking my brain. I can't control it.
.. suddenly I felt something pressing on my mind, which puzzled me. I suddenly looked up at the sky, hoping that the sky would wash my brain. It rained so fast that I didn't have time to see it clearly and was dazzled, so I had to close my eyes.
Suddenly I feel that rain is not someone's tears, but a kind of "lovesickness" and a kind of "missing". Whenever it rains, people will feel lonely, and this moment will arouse people's thoughts. When the rain falls, every thought falls, bit by bit, intermittently and occasionally strongly.
Hehe, it's almost 200 words.
6. Write 400 words on the topic "It's raining heavily today". I turned off the lights early this evening, but the wind outside the window was too strong. I couldn't sleep for a long time, so I leaned against the window and watched.
The wind roared, knocked down the door and slammed it on the wall. The wind blew on the wire, making a "meow-"scream. A series of lightning pierced the dark night curtain, and the dull thunder roared like a cannon, which greatly frightened me.
There was a flash of lightning, a clear thunderbolt, and then it began to rain cats and dogs, just as the gods received a signal to pour the water of Tianhe into the world. The heavy rain slammed on the roof and the glass, playing an amazing movement. At this time, another flash of lightning dazzled me and I couldn't open my eyes. "Boom-"is another deafening thunder, which scared me to cover my ears and hide under the covers.
Fengshen's sharp arrow roared and cheered at the helpless earth. The trees on the roadside shook their clumsy limbs as much as possible to avoid the rain arrows, but in spite of this, the trees were all black and blue in an instant. The small pond in front of the house was soon filled with a large area of yellow water. The duckweed on the river is like a frightened child, curled up in a corner of the pond, the river turns violently with the wind, and the waves on the river are constantly undulating.
Although it is as dark as spilled black ink, the rolling clouds are faintly visible, and the clouds are like the face of a monster. Blue-purple lightning is the monster's terrible and ferocious smiling face.
There is no one on the path; In the sky, several stragglers are desperately hiding from the rain under people's eaves; The flowers on the roadside were also torn by the strong wind; Weeds can't stand the test of the storm and have already bent down; The clothes hanging in the corridor are also "dancing" with the wind. ...
I stood at the window, looking at the scene before me and thinking about the golden sun. The storm will pass, and the dark clouds will still be driven away by the sun. Tomorrow, people will still wait for the bright sunshine.