Have you ever tasted the dripping rain......

Dusk is approaching, I sit alone by the window, outside the window, the drizzle dingdong, the fine rain, tilting and knocking on the window, I hold a cup of fragrant tea, taste it carefully, let my thoughts and the light smoke, accompanied by the fragrance of tea, drifting in the air......

I gently put down the teacup and pushed open the window, looking at the light rain, smelling the smell of the rain, for a while, I was a little distracted. I smiled and reached out to touch the rain, and a cold sensation reached my fingertips, and then it swept across my fingertips, and disappeared without a trace, even the feeling of my fingertips was taken away, as if I had never been there.

I stared at the drops of rain that were falling down, and said softly, "You are so cold, is it because you fell from such a high and high ninefold sky? Yes, 'the high place is not cold', so how can you not be cold? You are so bitter, you fall from such a high sky and seep into the ground so deep and cold, how can you not be bitter, how can you not be astringent? You are tears, tears of the sky, cold to the bone, cold to the heart. ”

The cold rain, but it is so poetic.

The selflessness and preciousness of the rain are just like "sneaking into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently"; Return, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine", implying that rain can hone people's character; there are also girls holding oil-paper umbrellas in the rain alleys, and the moving legends of the white lady and Xu Xian in the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, because of the existence of rain, all this is so fresh and natural, and it is so transcendent and free.

The rain is so beautiful, just like a painting, a painting that can wash people's dirty souls, clean and pure raindrops, it is so clear, it falls drop by drop, as if it is crying for people, and it seems to be washing people's souls......

I retracted my thoughts, picked up the tea again, took a sip, and continued to savor the rain outside the window......

Rain Essay 600 Words Junior High School (2)

The cool breeze blew in bursts, and the reed leaves by the river made a loud noise. After a while, the wind gradually strengthened, the reeds swayed wildly, the ground around them rolled up yellow sand, the sky darkened, black clouds spread out from the northwest corner to the whole sky, and a dull thunder sounded in the distance. It was a terrible noon, thunder rumbling, lightning flashing, the whole sky seemed to be on fire, and the wind whipped up billowing dust, and all the trees in the field rattled.

After a gust of wind and thunder, the rainstorm came. There was a lot of rain that fell on the ground with a crackling sound. The raindrops became denser and denser, and when I looked out the window, I saw that the raindrops were falling rapidly from the sky like a string of beaded curtains. The rain kept going down the stone path, and it was washed away by the rain. In the mountain village under the road, a peach forest, the first peach blossoms, wrapped in the smoke and rain of April, flooded with a layer of moist red mist, this misty green, this cluster of red mist, really like a watercolor just dropped onto the paper, slowly infiltrated. Oh, what kind of scene is this wonderful spring rain giving birth to the future!

After a storm and rain, a rainbow is hung in the sky in the east, colorful and bright, the background of the silver sea, wonderful! Wonderful! The rainbow is not far away, it is close at hand, just by the observation platform, but one step away, the rainbow foot rises, crosses the sky, goes straight to the Qingguan, to the extreme distance, as if you can climb the steps from the foot of this long rainbow, step by step, overlook the rivers and mountains. But a rainbow is pulled out of the dewy ravine, drawing an arc in the sky, and falling into the ravine, and it is seven colors and dazzling, like a huge colored arch, standing before you, as if you only need to walk a dozen steps forward, you can enter the door.

I love this rainy day, full of colorful worlds.

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The spring rain is continuous, which is a scenery exclusive to February.

She walked away from winter, the successor of snow, and the greeter of spring. "The plan of the year lies in the spring, and the plan of the day lies in the morning. "Spring mornings are even more chic, she wakes the hardworking people from their sleep. The ticking sound reminded people that it was time to get up, and the simple peasant uncle put on his coat and slowly opened the door, and a faint mist slowly drifted in, rubbing his sleepy eyes, looking at everything that had changed in front of him. On the stone road in front of the door, I saw the rain falling on it and stirring up layers of rain around it, like the little girl's long skirt being blown up by the wind, which was extraordinarily beautiful, making people sleepless, leaving only a good mood for the whole day.

Her arrival is always accompanied by the sound of "ticking", which is very loud for a while, and faint like a mouse's cry, which is coherent like a beautiful music. The little girls dancing in long skirts on the stone road are like a foil to the song, and the louder the "ticking", the more cheerful the little girls dance. The puddles were rippled by the slightest drizzle, one unfinished and one coming again, like beating notes. Standing in front of the door and looking at the mountains in the distance, if it looked like a black buzzing patch, needless to say, it must be pouring rain. It also indicates that we have to hurry up and dry our clothes, and heavy rain is coming. This kind of rain comes very hard, but it doesn't last long, and most of it comes and goes quickly.

As the old saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". In early spring, it is the time when spring returns to the earth and everything recovers. Spring rain is the catalyst in this process, as important as fertilizer for crops. After the rain it is always warmer than before, it not only softens the ground to make it easier for the plants to grow, but also provides plenty of water for the plants. Spring, the beginning of the year, symbolizes new life and new beginnings.

The colors of spring are from light to strong, from far and near, and the original monochrome has become colorful after the baptism of spring. Spring is a good season, and it is precisely in this way that Du Fu's "good rain knows the season, when spring happens." ”

The spring rain made the mountains in the distance green, the grass green, the willows sprouted, everything was like in a dream, and then the spring rain was gone!

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The rain, accompanied by light winds and dark clouds, came quietly.

The rain came so suddenly, like a galloping horse, rolling from the sky. The earth became so dull and oppressive, a prelude to the majesty to come. The dark clouds pressed down, the world seemed to be asleep, and only the thunder and lightning above the sky bloomed thousands of green snakes, hula and hula burning in the dark clouds like cotton wool in the northwest sky......

Suddenly, a pot of water boiled, and large dark clouds swept across the gray and black sky, leaving behind the sand and dust in the whirring wind, shrouded in silence and apocalyptic darkness. I don't know when a trace of rain has come, and the sky and the earth have become clear, hazy and fresh, like a stage pulling a dream screen, about to show a thrilling fight. Sure enough, in an instant, the air was torn apart by the torrential rain, and the whole rain curtain danced, and in the wind, dense raindrops swept across the earth, crackling, and fierce drumming, and the roaring thunder was the warm applause of this performance......

The rain comes and goes as fast as it comes. The sound of rain is quiet, the sound of thunder is quiet, and a magnificent rainbow lies across the sky, like a beautiful bridge. The blue sky was so deep that there was not a single cloud at this time. The eaves of every house are dripping with water droplets, each of which is a dazzling pearl, reflecting the brilliance of the sun and making the earth brighter and more beautiful.

The rain, in the drift of the dark clouds, quietly went, and with the splendor of the rainbow, brought life to the summer.

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The thunder represents summer, the fallen leaves represent late autumn, the snow represents this cold winter, it is the spring rain that urges the earth to wake up, all things recover, she tells people: spring is coming!

Lo and behold, the spring rain is like smoke and silk, like smoke and tulle covering the earth, weaving a beautiful pattern. The willow tree wakes up and spits out its buds, and the breeze blows the Buddha and sways gently, like a group of fairies in gauze skirts dancing. The birds flapped their wings and sang joyfully in the willow branches the hymn of spring. Yingchun couldn't help but open her smiling face, happily bathing in the grass and not to be outdone, shaking her body and burrowing out of the ground, dressing the earth in a fluffy green dress.

Listen! Chunyu is like a happy musician, playing a series of exciting music. Look! Aren't those drops of crystal clear rain just cheerful and jumping notes? The spring rain falls on the grass, dripping and crisp and pleasant; the spring rain is sprinkled on the roof, ticking and ticking, beautiful and beautiful; the spring rain is smashing on the hard concrete floor, ping-pong, lively and interesting...... The earth is listening, the sky is listening, everything in the world is listening quietly – listen to this wonderful heavenly sound!

"Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. "How well Du Fu's poem is written! Spring rain always comes to the world quietly at night. Dense turns, unhurried, like the tip of a needle, like cow hair, fluttering and sprinkling, rain falling from the air, as if covering the heaven and earth with a layer of transparent tulle, making everything seem hazy, making people feel like they are in a dreamlike fairy tale world. "A spring rain and a warm, an autumn rain and a cold" is a long-standing folk proverb, and today I finally feel the truth.

Spring Rain, he doesn't have the earth-shattering posture of Xia Yu, but what she brings to people and the earth is endless benefits. "Spring rain is as expensive as oil" is a phrase that people often hang on their lips. Yes, the preciousness of Spring Rain is her unsung dedication!