Summer: torrential rain, torrential rain, violent storm, torrential rain, torrential rain, stormy weather.
Autumn: Autumn rain is erratic, with cool breeze and drizzle, strong wind and drizzle, dry rheumatic rain, autumn rain, rainy and gloomy, windy and rainy, cool breeze and rainy.
An autumn rain
Winter: biting wind and rain, cold wind and freezing rain, fierce wind and arrow rain, biting winter rain, such as rain and snow like thunder, and winter rain with little rain like ice.
Spring is warm and summer is phlogistic, autumn is cool and winter is cold. Of course, the sound of rain in four seasons is also different.
Spring rain is like a little girl, flying to the earth, gently floating, "sand!" " Sand! "Her soft voice awakened the sleeping earth.
Summer rain is like a fountain. "China! "Hua" spring water fell from the sky and gave Grandpa Earth a cold bath. Soon, Yu Xia went elsewhere.
Qiuyu is an old fairy who loves singing and walks proudly. "Xi xi! Xi Xi sang a wonderful song for the earth. "
Winter rain is god. "collapse!" Crash makes a dull sound, and thunder makes a loud sound, which tests our will.
Listening to the rain of the four seasons, I heard joy and sadness, and also felt the charm of nature!
2. Words, sentences and poems describing the spring rain. When I wake up in the morning, the spring rain is falling outside the window, and my mind is pounding in cadence.
A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in morning. My thoughts began in the morning bell and dusk drum, and began in Yu Chunyu, without hesitation.
Spring rain comes from the sky, soil comes from the ground, and I come from the call of spring rain music. The spring rain carefully watered the earth. Then, the willow tree is green, the peach blossom is open and the birds are singing. Everything wakes up under the spring breeze and grows under the nourishment of the spring rain. As the ancient poem says, the rain in the sky is moist as crisp, but the grass color is far from near. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
After several drizzly spring rains, the mountains are green and the gurgling streams at the foot of the mountains are becoming more and more beautiful. The continuous spring rain dyed the earth green, and the soft spring breeze warmed the river.
Look, it is raining again. Rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, and you can't hear the sound of falling, and you can't feel the dripping of fish.
I just feel that this is like a kind of moist smoke, which gently moistens the earth and people's hearts. Under the nourishment of spring rain, wheat seedlings grow greener and vegetables and flowers bloom more golden.
In a crisscross ditch, the spring water trickles. Young trees and willows spread their branches and leaves in the spring rain, greedily sucking the sweet rain.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, it's like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, woven densely. A thin layer of smoke (Zhu Ziqing's Spring) covers the roof of someone else's house. The flooded river overflows the red dust, slides down the desolate plateau, rolls down along the spirit of water, passes through the eyes of music and turns into dripping spring rain.
When white clouds are sleeping soundly in the sky, you walk obliquely from burning anxiety. In the poetic and elegant temperament, I understand your tenderness. I feel a kind of beauty is leaving me. At this moment, happiness and pain surround me at the same time.
Snowflakes on the horizon are falling gently in the silent winter night, and I have been watching your return on the island of missing. Someone died in despair, turned to dust and kissed the earth! Someone woke up in the watch, turned into Firefox and walked alone in the snow! Your light dance steps, jumping on the green leaves; Your graceful posture is like that red dragonfly, sticking its belly to the water and flying low.
You moisten the life of the earth with moist emotions! The earth warms your cold heart with a warm body! In February and March, the breeze was blowing gently and the drizzle fell from the sky. 1. In the early morning of the spring rain, after several weak spring thunder, it rained for the first time since the beginning of spring.
In the twilight, the rain slowly falls. Layers of rain clouds covered the rising sun.
In a short time, the scenery near and far was shrouded in mist and rain. After breakfast, although the rain didn't stop, it didn't rain again, and it was still dripping.
I picked up my umbrella and walked out of the house. The rain is really small, dripping, unlike rain, like fog, and the world in front of us is blocked in the rain as dense as a pearl net.
Looking into the distance, streets, buildings, pedestrians, leaving only a vague corridor. There were several deep thunders in the sky, and the rain seemed to be pushed up for a while.
However, after a while, it was small again. I walked into the rain and fog, and suddenly, a fresh and cool feeling penetrated my whole body.
Raindrops are cold when they hit your body, but somehow there is a moist and warm smell in the air, as if to report the news of spring. The spring rain is falling, and the withered branches of trees are faintly green. The rain drops on the treetops and becomes a string of water-like notes.
The ground is also wet a lot, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Grass also sneaked out of the ground and began to weave green carpets.
It rained heavily in the spring rain. It is gently awakening the earth, quietly taking away the cold, and slowly soothing the wounds of trees in winter. Spring rain washes away the remnants of winter, and everything wakes up under the spring breeze and grows under the nourishment of spring rain.
What a magical spring rain. Both hazy and clear.
It covers everything with an ethereal gauze and washes everything fresh and bright. My mood seems to have been washed and polished by rain, and a clear and cheerful feeling is growing.
The whole world is like a newborn baby, as if everything has started all over again, the tree is new, and the new tree is covered with green buds; Grass is new, new and delicate; Flowers are new. They are in bud. Even the mood is new, and there is only a refreshing and pleasant feeling in my heart.
Through the misty spring yarn woven by soft rain silk, I looked at the pedestrians who were holding umbrellas and eager to hide from the rain, and I couldn't help thinking: Why do you want to hide? Let our body and mind feel the coolness brought by this spring rain together. So I put away my umbrella and walked into the rain. Tiny raindrops hit me, and I didn't feel cold at all, only a kind and fresh feeling ... when I came to school, the rain had stopped.
Everywhere is fresh and bright, and the scenery of nature is washed so beautifully. I inadvertently looked back and seemed to see a very pale rainbow. It's not clear, but it's discernible. But when I looked intently, it was gone and disappeared without a trace.
In the sky of Chu Qing, only a few white clouds are floating around ... "What a cool and magical spring rain! 2. The voice of spring "Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." There was a spring rain in the sky, probably because the fairy in the sky accidentally knocked over the glass, and the nectar in the glass spilled on the ground. The metaphor is particularly vivid. Under the nourishment of the spring rain, the grass took a bath and became greener.
The grass grew quickly and soon covered the grass. "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic ..." The rain gradually weakened.
Swallows are veritable messengers of spring, and their black feathers are as smooth and beautiful as black satin. A pair of light and flexible wings, white fluff on the abdomen, and black and white on the body are particularly eye-catching.
Coupled with the scissors-like tail, the swallow is even cuter. (Swallow's description is very detailed) The rain stopped, and Sun's father quietly brushed away the misty fog ("quietly" is used well), showing his red face. He looked down at the earth (there are many kinds, and it is more accurate to use "looking down" here) as if he were enjoying the beautiful scenery.
Seven-color rainbows are faintly visible in the sky. "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, whoever has color training will dance in the sky."
3. The four words to describe the spring rain are bright and pleasant.
Spring leaks spring, every grass and tree returns, and the earth walks alone.
Spring comes back to the earth, and the spring flowers are brilliant and radiant.
It's falling, falling, and the spring rain is continuous.
After the rain clears, the drizzle is like spring rain, and it is in bud.
It's sunny and rainy in Mao Mao, and the weather is colorful.
Prosperous, singing and dancing, beautiful spring, spring flowers and autumn moon.
Spring is like laughing, spring is as deep as the sea, spring is like autumn, killing bamboo shoots.
Qiu Chan, a frog in spring, is red and green. Spring is dark, red and green.
Flowers are red, willows are green, flowers are fragrant, birds are singing and trees are dead.
Double oranges compete for wine, ask flowers and ask willows, and the wind and rain grass grow warblers.
Red, green, wind, rain, wind, flowers, snow, moon, floating waves.
Spring is full of flowers, and spring is full of flowers.
Spring is like spring, and Ding Dong loves spring.
Spring is full, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, grass grows and warblers fly.
Birds contend, trees are shaded, flowers are blooming and colorful.
In spring, the spring rain is continuous, the spring grass is lush and beautiful.
Green mountains and green waters, lakes and mountains, mountains and mountains, towering ancient trees.
The ice and snow melt, and the spring breeze warms the Chunjiang River, just like practicing spring.
Ice and snow warm the east wind, everything recovers and a hundred flowers blossom.
Vientiane is new and colorful, and it is warm and cold in spring and March.
Like mushrooms after rain, they have feet, spring fragrance and thin shadows.
A hundred flowers blossom and spring is chilly.
The spring breeze is pleasant, the leaves are cut, and the hibiscus is full.
Destroy blue and fold jade, and flowers are like flowers.
4. Words to describe spring rain Spring rain is like Mao Mao rain. When I woke up in the morning, the spring rain was falling outside the window, and my mind sounded cadence.
A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in morning. My thoughts began in the morning bell and dusk drum, and began in Yu Chunyu, without hesitation.
Spring rain comes from the sky, soil comes from the ground, and I come from the call of spring rain music. The spring rain carefully watered the earth. Then, the willow tree is green, the peach blossom is open and the birds are singing. Everything wakes up under the spring breeze and grows under the nourishment of the spring rain. As the ancient poem says, the rain in the sky is moist as crisp, but the grass color is far from near. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
After several drizzly spring rains, the mountains are green and the gurgling streams at the foot of the mountains are becoming more and more beautiful. The continuous spring rain dyed the earth green, and the soft spring breeze warmed the river.
Look, it is raining again. Rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, and you can't hear the sound of falling, and you can't feel the dripping of fish.
I just feel that this is like a kind of moist smoke, which gently moistens the earth and people's hearts. Under the nourishment of spring rain, wheat seedlings grow greener and vegetables and flowers bloom more golden.
In a crisscross ditch, the spring water trickles. Young trees and willows spread their branches and leaves in the spring rain, greedily sucking the sweet rain.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, it's like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, woven densely. A thin layer of smoke (Zhu Ziqing's Spring) covers the roof of someone else's house. The flooded river overflows the red dust, slides down the desolate plateau, rolls down along the water spirit, passes through the eyes of music and turns into dripping spring rain.
When white clouds are sleeping soundly in the sky, you walk obliquely from burning anxiety. In the poetic and elegant temperament, I understand your tenderness. I feel a kind of beauty is leaving me. At this moment, happiness and pain surround me at the same time.
Snowflakes on the horizon are falling gently in the silent winter night, and I have been watching your return on the island of missing. Someone died in despair, turned to dust and kissed the earth! Someone woke up in the watch, turned into Firefox and walked alone in the snow! Your light dance steps, jumping on the green leaves; Your graceful posture is like that red dragonfly, sticking its belly to the water and flying low.
You moisten the life of the earth with moist emotions! The earth warms your cold heart with a warm body! In February and March, the breeze was blowing gently and the drizzle fell from the sky. 1. In the early morning of the spring rain, after several weak spring thunder, it rained for the first time since the beginning of spring.
In the twilight, the rain slowly falls. Layers of rain clouds covered the rising sun.
In a short time, the scenery near and far was shrouded in mist and rain. After breakfast, although the rain didn't stop, it didn't rain again, and it was still dripping.
I picked up my umbrella and walked out of the house. The rain is really small, dripping, unlike rain, like fog, and the world in front of us is blocked in the rain as dense as a pearl net.
Looking into the distance, streets, buildings, pedestrians, leaving only a vague corridor. There were several deep thunders in the sky, and the rain seemed to be pushed up for a while.
However, after a while, it was small again. I walked into the rain and fog, and suddenly, a fresh and cool feeling penetrated my whole body.
Raindrops are cold when they hit your body, but somehow there is a moist and warm smell in the air, as if to report the news of spring. The spring rain is falling, and the withered branches of trees are faintly green. Rain drops on the treetops, turning into strings of water-like notes.
The ground is also wet a lot, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Grass also sneaked out of the ground and began to weave green carpets.
It rained heavily in the spring rain. It gently awakens the earth, quietly takes away the cold, and slowly soothes the wounds of trees in winter. Spring rain washes away the remnants of winter, and everything wakes up under the spring breeze and grows under the nourishment of spring rain.
What a magical spring rain. Both hazy and clear.
It covers everything with an ethereal gauze and washes everything fresh and bright. My mood seems to have been washed and polished by rain, and a clear and cheerful feeling is growing.
The whole world is like a newborn baby, as if everything has started all over again, the tree is new, and the new tree is covered with green buds; Grass is new, new and delicate; Flowers are new. They are in bud. Even the mood is new, and there is only a refreshing and pleasant feeling in my heart.
Through the misty spring yarn woven by soft rain silk, I looked at the pedestrians who were holding umbrellas and eager to hide from the rain, and I couldn't help thinking: Why do you want to hide? Let our body and mind feel the coolness brought by this spring rain together. So I put away my umbrella and walked into the rain. Tiny raindrops hit me, and I didn't feel cold at all, only a kind and fresh feeling ... when I came to school, the rain had stopped.
Everywhere is fresh and bright, and the scenery of nature is washed so beautifully. I inadvertently looked back and seemed to see a very pale rainbow. It's not clear, but it's discernible. But when I looked intently, it was gone and disappeared without a trace.
In the sky of Chu Qing, only a few white clouds are floating around ... "What a cool and magical spring rain! 2. The voice of spring "Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." There was a spring rain in the sky, probably because the fairy in the sky accidentally knocked over the glass, and the nectar in the glass spilled on the ground. The metaphor is particularly vivid. Under the nourishment of the spring rain, the grass took a bath and became greener.
The grass grew quickly and soon covered the grass. "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic ..." The rain gradually weakened.
Swallows are veritable messengers of spring, and their black feathers are as smooth and beautiful as black satin. A pair of light and flexible wings, white fluff on the abdomen, and black and white on the body are particularly eye-catching.
Coupled with the scissors-like tail, the swallow is even cuter. (Swallow's description is very detailed) The rain stopped, and Sun's father quietly brushed away the misty fog ("quietly" is used well), showing his red face. He looked down at the earth (there are many kinds, and it is more accurate to use "looking down" here) as if he were enjoying the beautiful scenery.
There are seven colors of rainbows faintly visible in the sky. "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is in charge of color training?"
5. Good words to describe spring rain: hurricane, hurricane, rain, rain, smoke, rain, cloud, rain, rain, wind, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, night rain, bed to bed, blood-spilled stars leave rain, summer rain, rain, rain. The stones in the simple rain terrace-colorful umbrellas after the rain-are redundant; Short human feelings; False benevolence and false righteousness; Harvest onions after rain-bamboo shoots are uprooted after rain-higher and higher; The garden that rises after the rain-the sorghum seedlings after the colorful rain-the rainbow after the rain-the colorful raindrops falling on the fragrant head-is very clever; It's clever to pull straw in rainy days-the more you drag it, the heavier it gets. After the rainy day, the sun came out-the sun came out again. Look at the clouds and the scenery in rainy days-fuzzy; You can't see sesame seeds in rainy days-it's difficult to open your mouth-it's a bolt from the blue in rainy days-friends in the same boat are in the same boat-share weal and woe; The same boat, it rains three times a day-I don't want to run indoors when it rains-I don't walk when it rains-I drag my feet when it rains-I don't throw my wheels into the street when it rains-I water the ground when it rains-I beat wheat when it rains-I can't harvest the fields; It's hard to get through the rain-fake love (sunny day); When it rains, it rains harder and harder, and the wind sweeps the floor. There is no need to wear a hat when it rains. Finally, when it rains, the wheel (shower) can't hold the umbrella. Famous saying: Without a storm, a sail is just a rag.
Even if you successfully imitate a talented person, you lack his original spirit. He who sticks to the truth is great.
Caution is more powerful than boldness. Faith is what people need.
People who don't believe in anything will not be happy. Caution is more powerful than boldness.
To build a school is to tear down a prison. People can resist armed invasion, but they can't stop the infiltration of ideas.
Thought is power. All kinds of stupid things seem to melt like fire under the influence of reading books every day.
The future will belong to two kinds of people: those who think and those who work. In fact, these two kinds of people are the same kind of people, because thinking is also labor.
Life is like a journey, and ideals are the route of travel. I lost my way and had to stop.
Since life has no purpose. The energy will be exhausted.
Faith is what people need. People who don't believe in anything will not be happy.
He who sticks to the truth is great. There are schools everywhere, and prisons will eventually close.
People can only survive if they have material things; One must have ideals to talk about life. Poetry: Tian Author: Ouyang Xiu takes Qingjiang River as a mirror: Xue Angfu has a gift: Su sends five poems: Du Fu blasphemes (2) Author: Wen Zan Dayun Temple Public House: Du Yi, a clerk, Xu Xiu, a thatched cottage, not enough money: Duane, early spring rain Author: Lu You, early summer of Huai 'an Road Author: Sadulla, Oak Sword Author: Zhou Bangyan Qing Ping Le (3) Author: Wei Zhuang Qi Luoxiang Author: Shi Dazu Qiao Jinmen (1) Author: Wei Zhuang Bodhisattva Crossing the River (3) Author: Wen Tingyun's Nianyou Author: Du Mu's Ruan Langgui (4) Author: Qin Guan
Outside the forest, pigeons rest in the spring rain, and the apricot blossoms are numerous on the first day of the house. Brief analysis: Note: [1] Green mulberry height: describes the scattered mulberry height.
[2] Laughter: Loud-noisy and lively. [3] Roof: beside the house, in front of the house and behind the house.
[4] The first day: The sun just came out after the rain. There is 1 Song Presentation: Su Dynasty: Qing Dynasty Type: Style: Spring Rain Loutou shakuhachi flute, when will you return to Zhechao?
No one knows how many bridges you have crossed on the cherry blossoms. Chu Tianyao took 1 song from Qingjiang. Author: Xue Anfu Dynasty: Meta-type: Style: retractable forefinger, spring came, flicked, and spring left. If the spider web falls off, it should stay in spring.
A few days of spring is gratifying, and a few nights of spring rain are worrying. Six small hill screens, full of words that hurt spring.
If you feel something in spring, you should explain it, not prove it. Twilight in Jiangdong, Chunshu in Weibei, I wonder if the answer is Chunju? Send five poems by: Du Fu Dynasty: Tang Type: Modern Poetry Style: A Wolong three winters, the old crane Wan Li in my heart.
There used to be virtuous and handsome people, but today they still turn a blind eye. Ji Kang never dies, but Kong Ming has a confidant.
Another example is the pine tree, which is in the house. Frost and snow withered, old forest withered.
Second, Pang Degong, a former citizen, has never been to the state capital. In the old village of Xiangyang, the festivals in Chu Shi are bitter.
No economic strategy? Finally, I am afraid of the internet. When the birds come home, the fish gather in the deep water.
The whole family hides the deer gate, but Liu Biao can't get it. Third, avoiding customs may not be a success.
Looking at his poems, I also hate haggard. Sheng Da, is that enough? It's not too early to learn secretly.
How can you hang your arms when you have a fool? The fourth is He Gongyu, who was always crazy when he was in office. Stepping on sparse begging bones, Huang Guan returned to his hometown.
If you are cool, you can't cause it, you will die today. There are lush landscapes in the mountains, and the rivers and seas are bleak.
Five, I pity Meng Haoran, short brown is long night. You don't have to write poetry, but you often make Bao Xie.
Qingjiang old fish, spring rain sugarcane. Every time I look at the clouds in the southeast wind, it makes me sad.
Brief analysis: Notes [Qingjiang Empty Old Fish]: [Empty Old Fish] is a work of "the beauty of old fish". Hedu (2) 1 Author: Wen Dynasty: Tang Type: Style: Temple on the river, in front of the temple when the spring rain comes.
The infinite birds in Chushan fly late, and the orchids are empty. Where the cuckoo crows, brilliant red blooms like blood.
The beauty of cicada temples is sad and fragrant. Dayun Temple Zansi CCBA: Du Fu Dynasty: Tang Type: Modern Poetic Style: Concentrate on the realm of water, and clothes are soaked in spring rain.
The mouth of the cave is full of steps, and the deep courtyard is quiet. Go to the gate to open and close, and bump into Zhong Zhai and Zi.
Long hair, too much diet helps aging. Arm in arm for days, no regrets.
The structure of oriole, the purple pigeon under the yoke. Fools will be obedient, and lace will be late.
Don stopped me from getting sick and asked for poetry with a smile. Second, soft blue silk shoes and bright white crepe towels.
Hidden for the elderly.