Zhouji of Rain
Rain is a sigh of the sea, a tear of the sky and a smile of the field. They fell from the sky, accompanied by cheerful footsteps and natural fresh air, gently pressing tender breasts close to the ground and melting them in the soil. Let's take a look at the weekly diary about rain, for reference only!
Rain Week Account 1 "Spring water is blue and rainy, draw a boat and listen to the rain." This poem can be regarded as a folk poem, which mainly describes the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.
Let's imagine such a scene: in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, it is raining in Mao Mao in the sky, and on the clear river, the ripples brought by the rain in Mao Mao swing around and around; A boat swims gently on the water, and the boatman wears hemp fiber to control the direction of the boat and slowly slides in the hazy town.
I like rainy days. I like to stare blankly out of the window in rainy days, looking at the fresh air, clean streets and clean green leaves washed by rain in this city.
After the solar term in Grain Rain, it was rainy for several days in a row. I moved a bench and sat in the corridor next to the classroom, reading books and listening to the sound of drizzle. There are a few breezes blowing from time to time, which is really cool and comfortable.
Before the rain stopped, I was walking on campus, and the drizzle was scattered on my face and arms. Cool and comfortable. The rain beads on the leaves of Sijiqing are about to fall, crystal clear and the leaves are particularly green. The grass on the roadside also absorbed the moisture of the rain, and clusters of small flowers were bent by the rain, as if talking to the earth.
Around Grain Rain, it is the season for farmers to sow. The rain in late spring is not as precious as that in early spring, nor as fierce as that in summer. Raindrops are big and small, just like people sometimes have unstable emotions. The sounds of spring thunder are sometimes mixed together, and the sound is not very loud. A burst of thunder brings a burst of rain. When you hear thunder, you know a rain is coming.
Hot and dry weather is easy to make people feel irritable. If a rain can float at this time and wash away the impetuous and unpleasant feelings inside, then this rain can not only moisten the heart, but also feel the poetry of affectionate rain!
I like rainy days. I prefer to listen to the rain with my heart, to the extraordinary voices in this world, and to the changes brought by this world.
Weekly account of rain 2 Open the window at dawn and vaguely see it raining cats and dogs outside. At this time, I had the idea of sleeping in at home instead of going to school. Rain fell from the sky, like a broken pearl necklace sent by the gods in the sky. The northwest wind whistling outside is like an angry old man patting the window. A gust of wind blew, which made my hair stand on end. I quickly closed the window for fear that the wind would let me try the feeling just now.
As I expected, I still have to go to school today. I really have 10 thousand reluctance in my heart. Even so, I still have to go to school.
As soon as I went out, the rainy day gave me an unexpected surprise-there were many puddles of different sizes on the road. I held up my umbrella and rushed over happily. When I stepped on a puddle, the water immediately rippled and became a ripple like scattered sound waves.
Stepping on me, I saw the troublemaker in our class. He hunched his back and ran around with his head down among the colorful flowers, just like a mouse that had been stealing food. Oh! It turned out that it was not flowers, but pedestrians with colorful umbrellas! Pedestrians are all children, running around in the crowd with umbrellas, for fear of being late if they slow down. Adults give way to children when they see them running, and are confused by the backs of those children.
Suddenly, my naughty classmate seemed to see that I was following him, so he deliberately kicked a tree full of raindrops. After several adults and I were drenched, we were all at a loss, but he hid behind another big tree and snickered. I think you, damn you, deserve to be called a troublemaker. See how I play tricks on you when I go back to school!
It's sunny when it rains! I can walk in a puddle and see such a beautiful picture. If I didn't go to school today, I wouldn't see these things.
Zhou Ji of Rain 3 I was reading with relish when I heard a "snapping" sound outside. What is this? It turned out that Feng Popo was angry.
I saw the streets full of rubbish fluttering in the wind, and I heard the harsh chorus of the wind and the glass from time to time. I felt the danger coming, because I was afraid of the strong wind, I quickly closed the windows and doors. But it didn't relax my nervousness. The wind rumbled the window, as if Grandma Feng was more angry because I didn't welcome her. Through the window, I was stunned by what I saw. I saw pedestrians running on the road as if afraid of being swallowed up by the wind. Everyone is like a horse chased by wild animals. I usually see people walking slowly in the street, humming a few songs from time to time, but now I'm desperate to run in the dust.
After a while, the sky was overcast. It suddenly got dark, and the rolling thunder made people feel uneasy. Soon, it began to rain. Rain fell from the sky and landed on the roof, as if playing a symphony of wind and rain. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, flowing down the eaves like a broken pearl and a hanging curtain. The strong wind also began to roar, causing the young tree to stagger and break its waist.
A flash of lightning went straight down, which was shocking. I can't help staying where I am, motionless. Pedestrians who had no time to hide on the road also stopped and hid in front of some shops. Lightning is more rampant, falling from the sky one after another, as if to split the sky in half.
"Scratching", string after string of raindrops hit the glass. A few hours passed, but the rain didn't abate at all. On the contrary, it rained harder and harder. "Bang, bang, bang", raindrops as big as soybeans hit the air conditioning box and splashed water on the glass.
"Hua, Hua ..." Rain continued to sing tirelessly, singing songs that never change tone. ...
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