Essay on the environment before the storm

Essay on the environment before the storm 1 It has been hot for three days, and I have been looking forward to rain for a long time. As soon as I got up today, I felt stuffy and suffocating. My mother said it would rain. I hope so. Sure enough, the sun was covered by thick clouds in the afternoon, and the sky in the east turned dark blue. The cloud pressure is very low, and it feels like Mount Tai is on top. Soon the dark clouds gathered quickly and I knew a storm was coming. At this time, the wind blew, hitting the body chilly, changing the heat of the past. I think it's cool. It should be cold after being hot for so long. "click"! As a long lightning flashed across the horizon, a huge thunder resounded through the sky. The storm began. The rain had already lost its temper and jumped down in a hurry. Because there is no buffer, the raindrops as big as beans fall, splashing the dust on the ground and making the air filled with the smell of earth. It's getting dark, there are only the sound of rain and splashing outside, and there are huge rain curtains. It feels as terrible as the end of the world. Lightning breaks out one after another, and thunder gradually moves from far to near. The thunder in the distance was dull and I felt dizzy. But the closer we get, the louder we feel, and finally the thunder is on the roof of our house. Like setting off firecrackers. Suddenly, with a loud noise, the power went out and the indoor temperature soared. Although it is as cool as autumn outside, the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor is large, and the indoor is as hot as a steamer. But judging from this, the storm should be over soon. The rain gradually subsided, the rain curtain became a curtain, and the thunder and lightning gradually reduced the offensive. I thought the rain was going to stop, but a loud noise startled me. The rain is getting heavier and the thunder is getting louder and louder. I can only hear thunder.

Essays on the environment before the storm II. Early autumn night, the weather is dull, people are a little flustered, not a trace of coolness. Suddenly, there was lightning and thunder outside the window, and the dazzling light seemed to illuminate the earth instantly. With the earth-shattering roar, I saw leaves floating outside the window, like a tight piece, and soon the raindrops fell. With the intensification of lightning, the thunder seems to be not to be outdone, "rumbling", and my little sister is scared to jump into her mother's arms. The rain seems to be getting bigger and bigger, and it hits the glass in front of the window like a pearl of particle size, one by one, a little bit like scattered flowers. "The storm is coming, the storm is coming-"I can't help crying! Looking up, the dark night seems to be numb in the tearing sound of lightning! Let the wind and rain blow! Looking around, a whirring wind and thousands of' lightning' mixed together, the wind raged, the thunder was deafening, and the downpour fell straight on the vast land. For a moment, the heavy rain kept falling like broken beads, crazy, violent and shocking. The dark night seems more and more ferocious. I'm shivering, the night outside the window is terrible! Wind chases rain, rain chases wind, and wind and rain seem to unite to chase lightning. The whole earth seems to be shrouded in heavy rain. The wind rolled up the rainstorm, like countless whips, hitting the glass hard. In an instant, lightning and thunder thundered, and from a distance, the rainstorm rolled like a huge waterfall, which was suffocating. At that time, it began to rain cats and dogs, jumping out from the eaves, from the trees and from the school playground, as if it merged into a stream in the street, washing down all the people on the road! Suddenly, there was a bang outside the door, and the wind roared, as if the door had suddenly opened and slammed on the wall. The big tree outside the house staggered and sobbed in a low voice, as if crying in the dark. A series of thunder and lightning, accompanied by pouring rain, seemed to hear the call of the gods, violently tore open the canopy, poured into the world, and then poured down, as if the Tianhe burst its banks. I'm really worried that the whole earth will be swallowed up by heavy rain at the moment!

Before the storm, the environment was 30 thousand Li clear, and dark clouds were gathering all the time, rolling as if the sky were falling. All is silent, which is a little scary. The dull air rendered a thrilling and explosive atmosphere, like a tribe lurking around, murderous. Suddenly, the wind blew hard. There was a loud bang, and the rhythm of raindrops was obviously much faster. Suddenly there was a clear sound, like being chased. Rain is scattered on the earth like scattered beads.

Looking at the dark sky in Wan Li, Mother Yan is going to take the swallow to learn to fly. Mother Yan flies in front, and the swallow follows. It looks difficult. Sometimes when it is unstable and about to fall, Mother Yan rushes down to hold the swallow. In this way, the swallow learned to fly under the guidance of her mother.

Just as they were flying freely, suddenly, the northwest sky was covered with dark clouds and smoke. Pentium dark clouds on the earth, like thousands of Ma Benteng. In a short time, thunder roared in the west, and you can hear this dull sound no matter where you are. It's like being hugged by this thick cloud net, and I can't struggle out. It growled and growled, and the swallow was frightened. Lightning is also rude and clear, adding a little fear to this gloomy sky.

The storm is coming, and there is another gust of wind. The wheat in the field bent straight with fear, and the tree stood in panic, afraid of being split in half by ruthless lightning. Sparrows and magpies were scared to hide at home early, and even butterflies, dragonflies and other elves did not know where they had gone. The swallow is very afraid. It has never encountered such a terrible world, and it is already trembling with fear. It hides behind its mother in fear and keeps persuading her to go home. Yan's mother, however, is facing the strong wind and the majestic dark clouds, sticking to the lightning, spreading her wings and flapping her tail, and flying calmly and calmly. Seeing that her mother was so brave, the swallow also summoned up the courage to follow.

Finally, the swallow overcame her fear and flew freely in the sky with her mother.

An article about the environment before the storm. The wind is blowing hard and the rain is not stopping. Today is the day to receive the final exam transcripts. After breakfast, I went out with an umbrella. At this time, there was a bigger storm in my heart. The storm in my heart is not because of poor grades, but because I was careless in the math exam and lost points. On the other hand, carelessness is my habit. I often lose points because of this and that, but I only lose one point and two points each time. But this time, I lost a secondary problem. Through an alley, through a street, is my school. But this time, I feel that the road to school is so long, and it seems that I will never arrive. After a long time, I finally got to school. Hardly had he sat down when the teacher began to hand out papers. Chinese papers are handed down first. I got 99 points. Faced with the highest score, I am not happy at all. I only blame Hu Yiming and Hu Yiming. Why don't you read the questions carefully? Why are you so careless? The math test paper was handed out. As I expected, I got 9 1.5 in math. Isn't this the painful price I paid for my carelessness?

The environment before the storm is like the night before the storm. It's too quiet. I can't breathe. I feel bored.

How should I face the parent-teacher conference in the evening? Looking at this achievement, I recall my mother's disappointed eyes and lost expression, like a sharp knife, which stung my heart and ached faintly.

The surface is calm, but the heart is rough. Although the teacher didn't say anything, I still deeply felt the sadness of my mother's speech and my grades dropped. How can I worry my mother again? ...

On the eve of the storm, the typhoon came. On the eve of the storm, I sat on the balcony of my dormitory, quietly blowing the wind, and occasionally a few drops of rain fell on the novel I was reading. Suddenly this summer, hehe, suddenly this summer.

My short hair has long been blown a little messy. Of course, it was a quiet night, except for the wind. I think this is what I want. If I were alone, I would choose to live like this.

Maybe, after tonight, the storm is coming, so what? I am still a grass, welcoming the unknown coming slowly.

Tomorrow, I will still move forward, and the wind and rain will remain the same.

Maybe the busy life will make me finish this early autumn very fully and quickly.

I made another decision that many people didn't seem to think of. When I don't want to leave, it's meaningless. I am willing to spend a little more time to pay. I don't care what others think of me. I don't care. I decide what I want, and I pay for it myself. Sorry, take care of yourself. probably ...

It suddenly occurred to me that I went to see a doctor in the city two years ago and had to walk around before returning to Baiyun. At that time, dragon lady said I looked like a freshman. Hehe, in a blink of an eye, Yaya is a senior.

Indeed, I'm afraid to go downtown now, and I've been forced to go back and forth for a week, but fortunately there is the 523 express, haha, I love you very much.

Essay on the environment before the storm 8 The clear sky was covered with dark clouds, and the soul trembled under every black umbrella. The blood of some years began to drip from yesterday to today's countryside, and I never stopped. I solidified myself on my shoulders like countless statues, and those broken wings were still trying to fly. It took thousands of years to wake up. In my dream, I only felt a gust of fishy wind blowing behind me. I want to go home before the storm comes. I want to walk into that dream full of flowers and thorns, where elaborate lies will not be exposed, where bright blood-like roses haunt me, and I want to go home before the storm comes, and I want to go back there and bury myself.