1. Spring Rain Composition
Spring rain is like a key. She opened the spring doors while we were not paying attention.
In the spring rain, there is a box of colorful paints, look! She gave the green to the grass, and the green grass was like carpets. Weaving and weaving, weaving in the breath of spring. She gave the pink color to the peach blossoms, and the pink peach blossoms looked like smiling faces. Laugh and laugh, and laugh with the warmth of spring. White is for pear flowers, look! The pear blossoms are like a white ocean! Wildflowers get even more colors! Yellow, blue, purple, gold...it's really like a beautiful big flower bed!
There are charming scenery in the spring rain: green mountains, happy birds... These scenery often catch the feet of children.
The spring rain blows a small green trumpet: Didi-da-da. The frog heard it and jumped out of the hole, ending his hibernation. The pines and cypresses heard this and took off their thick clothes...
The spring rain brings a vibrant song to nature, and a cheerful song to us!
This is an excerpt, I hope it will be helpful to you 2. A piece of composition that describes the scenery and is associated with spring rain
The sound of pattering came from the roof. , woke up the sleeping A-mei.
She got up and listened carefully. The iron roof was rattled by the heavy rain. After a while, the sound became as scary as a waterfall.
Amei covered her ears and turned on the music on her mobile phone, but it still didn’t work. The music was completely inaudible. What filled her eardrums was the loud sound of heavy rain hitting the eaves.
Amei walked to the balcony and saw a large pool of water had accumulated downstairs. Pedestrians walking swiftly on the road were hidden in the white curtain of rain.
The rain hung like a curtain, and there was no wind at all. Straight raindrops rushed to the ground, splashing up to knee height.
A large amount of water flowed out of the drainage pipe beside the eaves. The water outlet had no time to release the water. The water flow was swirled in circles and continuously impacted the wall. The weeds in the cracks in the wall were so weighed down by the heavy rain that they could no longer lift their heads, and some even had their waists broken.
The moist breath spread to A-mei’s arms. A-mei shuddered and turned back to the house.
The tin roof kept amplifying the sound of the rainstorm, and Amei seemed to have heard a loudspeaker, so she had to fall into bed and cover her head.
The heavy rain lasted for more than an hour before it showed any signs of stopping. Amei was walking on the road, and the water was up to her ankles. Someone put two bricks in the pond, and she stepped on the bricks to cross the road. 3. Describe, there is rain in spring composition
Spring raindrops
In March, there was no lightning piercing the light blue sky, nor was there any thunder. There was silence all around, and the light raindrops were covered with crystal coats and fell to the ground in pattering patterns.
The spring rain is like cow hair, like flower needles, floating and washing away the dust of nature. I hummed the song "Where Is the Spring" and listened to the sound of raindrops hitting the window: pat pat pat pat...
The willow tree opened its mouth, greedily sucking the nutrients of the spring rain, The wicker dances with its tiny body, as if welcoming the arrival of spring. The grass swayed its slender waist that had been sleeping all winter in the spring rain, standing upright to enjoy the nectar of the spring rain. By the small river, a group of snow-white swans flapped their pure wings, and then you chased each other, as if there was an internal quarrel; suddenly, they stopped and started swimming on the water again, a breeze blew by, and the calm lake surface blinked in the blink of an eye. The blue waves were rippling, and the swans left the water and flew into the distance in fright... The swallows shuttled back and forth in the rain, like the tails of scissors trying to shorten the continuous spring rain. At this time, I thought of an ancient poem by He Zhizhang: I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze is like scissors. Walking on the street, people held up speckled flower umbrellas, stepping on small puddles, and waves gradually rose. "Tick-tick-tick" is the sound of light raindrops falling on the ground. I put down my umbrella and looked at the hazy rain. The cold raindrops felt just a little cool on my tongue, which made me feel relaxed and happy.
The light rain in spring is pattering, fluttering and hazy. It comes as soon as it comes and goes as soon as it comes. It goes in a hurry and comes in a hurry. 4. A composition describing the scenery of spring rain
I got up early in the morning and exercised early. When I went downstairs, I saw that the ground was slightly wet and it was raining.
The thin rain was slightly cool. I didn’t stop and trotted in the rain. I crossed the road and ran south along the alley east of Zhaoyang Shixiao. I arrived at a section along the Wangjiatang River. flood control corridor. The brick paved road on the embankment was already wet, and the stone corridor was even more soggy.
It was raining, and there were fewer people exercising. They were walking back and forth on the dike in twos and threes. Some were swinging their arms and taking long strides; some were running with small steps, crumbling forward; but there were fewer people who usually pressed their legs and twisted their necks here.
Two young girls were trotting, the horse tails on their heads flicking and hopping, and there seemed to be rain and mist on the hairline in front of their foreheads, and the pieces were a little shiny. . The girls were relaxed and lively all the way, chatting and laughing, and had an MP3 player around their waist playing music.
As the running got hot, one of the girls even tied her gown around her waist, like a swinging skirt, making her look even more swaying. Someone hung his coat on a bare branch by the corridor, hanging there alone, like a meditator leaning against the tree.
Thin yellow leaves have sprouted from the poplar trees on the edge of the embankment, and they are hanging gently on the shore. There is a slight breeze, and I want to stretch my dancing posture, but there is a kind of lazy spring sleepiness. There were fewer large iron boats on the river than usual, and the water surface was slightly wavy. The water on the river surface was connected with the hairy sand in the sky, and there was a mist. Looking into the distance, the waves seemed to be faint.
The houses on the other side, the road and the trees on both sides are covered with a layer of moisture. It is an ink painting of a misty and rainy countryside, with a moist feeling. In the distance are the misty black land and the wheat seedlings and green vegetables on the black land, and there is a mist.
The rain is getting heavier, the drops are dropping, the leaves are wet, and your eyes are green after washing with water. The water droplets washed from the leaves rolled on the leaves and then rolled to the ground.
Water splashes also rose from the river, appearing brilliantly one after another, filled with colorless fragrance. Over there, someone was walking through with an umbrella, dripping with the moist smell of Tata water.
"Good rain knows the season. When spring comes, it sneaks into the night and moistens things silently." I heard the sound of childish reading coming from Zhaoyang Shixiao.
In my impression, the spring rain always fell softly on that early spring night, as if it was going to bring unexpected surprises to people; and as if it was afraid of disturbing the sweet dreams of the world, so She stroked the thirsty earth and mountains and rivers so quietly and like a thin thread, moistening every corner. When I wake up in the morning, the first thing that catches my eye is the green patch of spinach and green onions in the vegetable garden.
The delicate green contrasts sharply with the earthy yellow border stems next to it, making it as endearing as a landscape painting made by nature. Looking elsewhere, various grasses and wild vegetables have also come out, as if a child who had slept all night stretched out comfortably after waking up, and the tender green or lavender leaves were soft and moist. of soil.
It is not very warm at this time. Even though the sun is shining brightly, there is still a slight chill in the spring breeze, so the peach blossoms and apricot blossoms have not bloomed, only small ones have appeared on the branches. Lilac buds. The first ones to bloom were a few old cabbage plants that my mother planted in a sunny place by the fence to produce rapeseed. A few bunches of tender stems stretched out from the cabbage, and within a few days, clusters of golden flowers bloomed. Little flower.
As soon as the flowers bloomed, butterflies and bees came buzzing and screaming from nowhere, flying up and down around the clusters of yellow flowers. The sensible spring rain recedes before people wake up, and does not delay the villagers from going to work in the fields the next day.
Many times when I wake up in the morning, the clouds have dispersed, the rain has stopped, and the sky washed by the spring rain is so blue that it makes people feel enchanted. Our favorite thing to do at this time is to carry a small wicker basket into the fields to dig for sprouts.
The air in the fields is clear and clear, the wheat seedlings are green, the wind is warm, and the little lark also sings loud and clear. The fresh air is mixed with the fragrance of soil and various wild grasses or cold-resistant flowers, and it penetrates straight into the nose.
Taking a deep breath, it was as if I could smell the smell of spring all of a sudden. We carried a small basket and ran wildly on the soft field ridges, playing and playing until the shadows on the ground were very short, and then we realized that we had not dug up a few bitter sprouts.
So I stopped jumping around and began to look carefully for the tender sprouts of bitter vegetables.
The purple sprouts of bitter vegetables poked out from the fluffy soil. Carefully dig along the tender sprouts, gently shake off the soil, and the white bitter sprouts will appear in front of you.
Place it carefully in the basket, as you would a sleeping baby. When my stomach growled with hunger, the bitter vegetable sprouts only covered the bottom of the basket.
When I get home, I am always scolded by adults, but with the tender bitter greens at the bottom of the basket as a cover, the scoldings I receive are still lighter than usual. Wash the bitter cabbage sprouts several times with water, put them on a plate, and eat them with soybean paste. It is a good dish.
But I rarely eat them because they are too bitter and I really can’t appreciate the beauty of wild vegetables. Only grandma likes to eat it the most. She said that eating bitter vegetables will relieve inflammation and improve eyesight, so most of the bitter vegetables we dug back were a tribute to grandma.
This year's spring rain has not fallen yet, although it is already time for "good rain knows its season".
5. A 450-word essay describing the natural landscape in spring: Spring Rain
The first spring rain. I like the cold winter, the hot summer, and the coolness of autumn, but I prefer the gentleness of spring. I like the continuous drizzle in spring. The spring rain falls silently, like the tip of a needle, as light as cow hair, like smoke and mist. The buds on the branches slightly poked out their cute little heads, looking at me quietly and smiling. .The light rain falls on them playfully. Ha, what a beaded gauze dress! The wind doll is also so naughty, constantly blowing raindrops running around, falling on trees, falling on grass, falling on my face. I inadvertently raised my head and saw a piece of fresh green in the distance. That was a tree, that was Grass, that is the messenger of spring. I couldn't help but walk there quickly. Hey, where is the grass? I'm confused, why are they missing? After taking a closer look, a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth. The grass was too small, and it looked light green from a distance, but it was hard to see clearly when I got closer. I took a deep breath and couldn't help but feel intoxicated. How charming this strange scenery is! When I raised my head, I saw a circle of light on the edge of the clouds, which was the light of the sun. Oh, how strange and wonderful this scenery is! The rain falls quietly. This spring rain drives away the remaining traces of winter, making spring more beautiful and making people love spring more. Look! The trees are sprouting green buds, the grass is sprouting from the ground, and even the buildings seem to have straightened their backs. Everything is really renewed! In spring, when the first spring rain falls, we don’t need to worry about unpleasant things happening, because when the first spring rain comes, people’s hearts have been cleansed. Isn’t it? The first spring rain represents a new beginning. There are all kinds of rain throughout the year. However, I only love the first affectionate drizzle in spring... The spring rain is "rustling..." , the spring rain girl quietly scattered countless rain dolls to the earth, sweeping away the dust on Mother Earth; watering the flowers, plants and trees, giving them a refreshing bath; Xiaoyu had more friends in his home, and he swam more Joy... I woke up from the dream, and I don't know when it started drizzling outside the window, but I couldn't hear the slightest sound. It seemed like nothing happened. It was really "moistening things silently"! Although spring has arrived, there is still a slight chill. Some plants and trees seem to be shivering under the cool breeze, "It's so cold..." At this time, the spring rain comes, giving them a warm "heat" "Water bath", they are extremely comfortable, and they are truly "moistened by spring rain"! Some plants that are about to dry up and die are very thirsty. How they want to drink a mouthful of water. When all of them are dry, the spring rain girl spreads the sweet rain and dew she brought with her to the earth. The plants that have drunk enough water Everyone was full of energy and said excitedly, "Thank you, Miss Chunyu, thank you, Miss Chunyu!" Miss Chunyu saw their happy faces and smiled knowingly. "Spring rain is as precious as oil"! Looking at Miss Chunyu helping others outside the window, the plants on the balcony couldn't help but smile happily. They straightened their backs, became greener and more lush, and were all moved by Miss Chunyu's unknown spirit. After a while, Miss Chun left quietly. Under the pouring water of Miss Chun Yu, the sky and the earth gradually became clearer and clearer. The air was exceptionally fresh, and there was no smell of the thick smell of car emissions, nor the heavy smell. The smell of barbecue garbage is like the fragrance of flowers. The sky is wet and very humid. I think the swallows should fly back and enjoy the boundless breath of spring brought by the spring rain. The spring rain comes quietly, silently He has done countless good things for the earth and people, but he left quietly without leaving a sound... I don't understand why Chunyu doesn't want to repay the good things he did? Oh, it turns out that Chun Yu is like an unknown and selfless warrior in this "Lei Feng Moon". I also want to learn from Chun Yu and be a good boy like Lei Feng. 6. Write an essay based on the light raindrops in spring
There is such a beautiful sound hidden in my ears, that is, the rustling sound of light raindrops in spring, imprinted in my heart A beautiful oil painting, that is, the golden spring flowers are covered with light raindrops, which are crystal clear and sparkling under the sunshine after the rain.
The little spring raindrops are gentle and charming. If you reach out to catch the fluttering raindrops, and when you put them one drop at a time in the palm of your hand, there is no chill at all. If you put it gently to your cheek, you will still feel the warmth of the raindrops. Hold your breath, take a deep breath, and feel the warmth of the raindrops. I can smell the breath of spring. Light raindrops fell on the park visitors and wet their clothes, but they didn't know it and were still walking in the rain.
The light raindrops in spring are clean and beautiful. The light raindrops dripped on the eaves of the blue bricks and red tiles, making the eaves very bright; the light raindrops sprinkled on the glass windows, the ticking sound was like a beautiful piece of music, and the windows were wiped translucent; the light raindrops Falling into the pond on the roadside, the water surface splashed with ripples, one after another, continuous and fascinating. 7. A 500-word essay describing spring scenery
It rained and it was misty. Like layers of inescapable fog, this time is entangled. The boys and girls on campus walked in the rain without holding umbrellas. The rain falling from the sky seemed to have woven a transparent curtain for them, and the gray city became hazy in the rain curtain.
The air seems to have become cooler, and the warm smell of the previous days can no longer be smelled. My arm seemed a little numb in the cold, as if I had lost consciousness for a moment. I really want to stretch my body hard to catch the erratic raindrops in the air. Just like your own love, you work hard to fight for it. When you stretch out your hands, you only catch the cruel air.
After being washed by rain and dew, the spring grass is green and translucent, bursting with vitality. Under the nourishment of rain, strive to make yourself grow taller and taller. The bare playground, now seen from a distance, actually has a layer of green. It is this layer of green that makes life suddenly burst out at that moment.
The sky brought by the rain is gray and gloomy. I squinted my eyes and looked up at the sky, but I couldn't see a trace of life. The gray sky can only show a trace of life under the background of the dripping rain. Like a child having a tantrum, there is so much mystery in the sky in the rain. The clouds in the sky are so thick that you can't see the depth or its originally bright and penetrating eyes.
The peach trees at the door have bloomed, with pink petals and orange stamens. The raindrops fell on the petals, and before they had time to stop, they had to slide down ruthlessly. And the stamens seemed to be showing mercy at all times, and were secretly stained with a few drops of dew, making them full of vitality. The green buds of the peach tree covered the whole tree. Coupled with the bright peach blossoms, they are crisp and colorful against the backdrop of rain.
My mood seemed to be affected by the weather and rain, and became a little sad. The slightest hint of rain seems to make the temperature become hazy and low along with its mood. Standing in the rain, I couldn't help shivering. I thought silently in my heart, is it another year of cold spring? We are all children of God and want to use our limited power to resist and resist this cold spring rain. Although after trying hard, it ended in failure again. I felt a little inexplicable sadness and helplessness in my heart, but I had no choice but to be conquered again.
The busy campus seems to have become peaceful and peaceful under the influence of the quietly falling rain. Looking at the people coming and going around, the solemn building, my heart gradually became calm and profound. No longer so frivolous, no longer so arrogant.
I slowly recalled it in my heart, feeling that my memory was in chaos, and I also wanted to have such a light rain in my heart. Wash away the obscurity that has settled for a long time, let your heart bask in the sun, feel the long-lost warm taste, see the green of spring, the red of spring, and everything that is brilliant.
It is God’s favor to the living beings. This rain has fallen to lubricate the impetuous creatures and impetuous hearts in the world. A slowly falling spring rain seems to take away the bustle of the world. It also tells people to meditate, slow down the pace of life, and slowly savor this world that is not hazy, full of sunshine, quiet and peaceful.
At this moment, in this silent world, the rain stopped. My heart gradually became quiet.
8. An essay describing spring scenery
[An essay describing spring scenery] Spring is everywhere, but the most beautiful spring is indeed in the countryside. An essay describing spring scenery. In the blue sky, there are Blossoming white and flawless clouds. They have no lines, as if they are only rendered with paint, mixed with each other. Under the breeze, some are like sheep running on the blue grassland; some are like ten thousand horses. Galloping, the dust is like waves; some are like a jade dragon soaring in the air. The majestic attitude, the amazing speed, and the thrilling roar make people uneasy! In the distance, you can vaguely see green hills. They are continuous, just like teenagers holding hands, singing heartily about the splendor of spring! In the breeze, colorful butterflies dance along with the willow silk; the fiery red peach trees add a bit of beauty and vitality to the dazzling spring. The scorching, snow-capped flowers They are blooming one after another, exuding bursts of fragrance. The green grass, with the wind blowing, holding hands, also sings for spring. This reminds me of the poem of the poet Bai Juyi. The grass on the original grass grows with each year. This is even more... It shows the vitality of the grass. There are also the tender green leaves, the vitality of the animals, and the colorful flowers, all gathered together like a market, forming a colorful spring! Several pairs of lively, smart, small and exquisite swallows came from the south, adding a lot of vitality and color to the spring! Some flew from the rice fields here to the willow trees there in an instant; some were passing and hovering in the sky, chirping as if singing or dancing, becoming lovely creatures between heaven and earth. Little actors; some swept across the lake, their red bellies occasionally touching the water, and then they flew high into the sky again, flying freely. What was left were circles of elegant ripples. One by one, the little actors The frogs woke up from hibernation, jumped out of their caves, and sucked in the fresh air. Each one croaked and croaked, forming a sweet hymn of spring. Orioles, sparrows, orioles, and magpies were all on the branches. Sing loudly above your head, singing this charming, beautiful and warm spring! The blue sky, white clouds, green grass, green leaves, and the vibrant animals naturally form a spectacular and beautiful picture! Spring, bright spring, gentle spring, has come back again, and has come to my side again. You always dance gently in the mountains, so close and kind. People can never forget that intoxicating dream. I , walking among the shade trees, looking for the charming spring scenery. I set foot in the deep mountains and huge valleys. I followed the mountains and went upstream. A trace of poetic and warm wind gently blew across my cheeks, It always makes people miss you. The green that is not difficult to imagine always surrounds you. Green is refreshing and never gets tired of it. It represents the color of life and the color of nature. The long-lost green, after a winter, appears again. It restored its freshness and brightness. The cicada lurked in the woods and played hide and seek with me. It sang "The Story of Spring" in its mouth, thinking about the joy of summer. There was no shortage of the harmonies of the birds, which made People never tire of hearing it. Sometimes I walk through the forest, sometimes I climb, and sometimes I stand on a rock. The only belief in my heart is to keep going up! The soil under my feet is spring soil. These soils are full of the meaning of spring, becoming moist and energetic. A trace of clear spring flows in the valley. It flows down, flows into my heart, and nourishes my heart. It feels like drinking it after being stored in the cellar for many years. The old wine made me slightly tipsy. I looked at the distant scenery, as if the heaven and the earth were on my chest. I seemed to be the mountain, the mountain god in charge of the green mountains and forests. I always feel a little proud when I think of it. The water flows down, and the mountain goes up. It is long, and I am like a mountain, constantly moving upward. The nearly 90-degree slope failed to make me slide down the deep valley; the cunning old tree failed to trip me. Although my knees were bruised and my hands were scratched, the higher the mountain, the higher the mountain. The harder it is to breathe; the sweat is dripping down like water. But it is all a sacrifice for fighting. Fighting against oneself, fighting against nature. The eyes are always fixed on the top of the mountain, the target is there, the highest end of the mountain! People say: "The benevolent are happy in the mountains, and the wise are happy in the water." Today I walked through the world and absorbed the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon! The sound of spring water flows into life, and the vastness of the mountains is remembered in my heart. This is the joy of spring travel! The lovely spring scenery looks out through a window of my house. Rows of trees that look like soldiers have bravely endured the harsh winter with their leaves. They have grown leaves again, like a perfect military uniform, to help these soldiers survive the long and harsh winter. The soldiers sent warmth. The little birds were fed up with the stuffiness in the bird's nest. The fresh air and the spring breeze brought them extremely cool. The little birds sang beautiful songs, singing their incomparable pride. Every corner Everything is changing, becoming more severe than winter, more
Autumn is a different garden than midsummer. In this spring with hundreds of flowers blooming, there are two pear trees in the home, which are loved by everyone. The flowers of one tree are in full bloom, covered with pure white plow trees high and low, just like a The rolling white snow-capped mountains are extremely beautiful. The other pear tree is different. Although it is not as charming as the "tall snow-capped mountains" next to it, its leaves are dense and stretch out in all directions. It grows taller and taller, and finally forms a tree. Parasols cover the earth and bear many pears. How lovely the spring scenery of our home is! It is colorful and lively. As time goes by, your home will definitely become a refreshing home. Perhaps this is autumn's apology for its lateness. Look, as soon as you get off the car, the jagged woods will appear. The vast expanse of green that comes into view makes people feel suddenly enlightened, and there is no trace of autumn. In front of the rockery, when the tour guide announced the dispersal activities, the students were all like birds that were released after opening the cage door. , flocking in small groups to the depths of the park. From time to time on the quiet forest path, bursts of joyous songs of birds can be heard, and a few scattered yellow leaves are set against the delicate chrysanthemums on both sides of the path, as if to tell people: "Don't forget, this is autumn!" Deep in the forest, lush trees are lined up in rows. As we continue walking, laughter and cheers replace the original tranquility. After taking a closer look, we see a thrilling entertainment project , accompanied by the screams of tourists, it seems to be a unique place! Daring students can try roller coasters, 360-degree aerial spins and other projects to throw away their previous academic burden! If these thrilling entertainment projects in the forest are the most exciting, then renting a tandem bicycle and taking a dip in the park with friends must be the most joyful! Walking under the green shade, I saw some classmates from time to time. 9. A 500-word essay describing the scenery of spring
I love spring, I like the scorching sun in summer; I like the fruit-laden autumn; I like the snowy winter; but I prefer the recovery and vitality of all things, Colorful spring. I love spring because it is the season when all things come to life. Look! The little frogs there came out "croaking" to catch pests; the little bees came out "buzzing" to collect nectar; the little butterflies flapped their beautiful wings and happily came out to spread pollen! look! The grass emerged from the soil naughtily, huddled together and whispered; the flowers were dressed in gorgeous clothes, dancing happily in the breeze; the saplings also put on new clothes. Nature has completely changed. I love spring Also because it is full of life. Look! Last year's little tree had completely grown taller; the little tree on the roadside shook off the dewdrops on its body and puffed out its chest, like a little warrior in green clothes. The willow tree by the river shook its long green braids and smiled. Nodding to people, the little swallows who are busy building their nests also add vitality to the spring fields. I love spring, especially because it is colorful. On the mountains in the distance, clusters of flowers are blooming in full bloom. It’s lively! The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, and the white ones are like snow. The bright, brilliant and dazzling flowers are smiling towards the earth. The great opportunity for us, the "flowers of the motherland", to grow is not just towards the earth, towards the earth. Does the motherland send out a bright smile towards a better tomorrow and towards the soaring of the Chinese dragon? look! The rain in spring is so beautiful. It is like cow hair, like flower needles, and like filaments. It washes away the grass and leaves, making them green and shiny. The so-called "sneak into the night with the wind, moistening the fine things." "Silent," it walks quietly into the earth, quenches the thirst of big trees and seedlings, washes away the dust on the earth, and gives us a piece of fresh and pleasant air. It makes selfless contributions to mankind, quietly, and without any intention of repaying. ah! Friends, love it, love this spring when all things are revived, full of vitality and colorful.