1. A 300-word essay on the theme of Awakening Spring

In early March, the weather became warmer. It has been more than a month since the beginning of spring. However, the buds on the branches have not yet opened. Aren’t springs generally described as “the ice melts”, “the wild geese return”, and “the buds sprout”? I have seen all this, but why hasn’t spring come yet?

Everyone said that it is because the footsteps of spring are always gentle, maybe it is slowly approaching us! But I feel that this time spring did not come to play "hide and seek", but because spring has not yet woken up! Have you noticed? The spring breeze that should be warm is mixed with the chill of winter; the spring rain that should be delicate is mixed with the raging winter; the air that should be moist is mixed with the dryness of winter... When did spring become lazy? Could it be that he was so happy on vacation in the south that he forgot to come back? No, Chun fell asleep and hasn't woken up yet! The reason why I am so confident is that I saw spring: spring was hiding in the budding flower bones. When the wind blew, the flower stamens made spring so itchy that she had to leave.

Chun hid in the warm and comfortable bird's nest again, but before dawn, the chirping of the birds made Chun completely sleepless. Spring had no choice but to lie lazily in the clouds, clinging to it and falling asleep with the whistling sound of the winter wind like a "lullaby".

Spring is so tiring! Spring is always very hard. She has to wake up hibernating animals and sleeping plants, and also helps the farmer uncle to germinate spring seeds... In the early morning, the crisp chirping of the bird woke up spring. Chun opened her hazy eyes, and the flowers and plants happened to see this, and they hurriedly rushed forward: "Sister Chun, you are the best. I know that you have spent a lot of effort to lift the ice of the river and the sleeping flowers and plants, but you also Please help us grow quickly! Don't sleep, otherwise the seeds will not be sown as scheduled, and Sister Dayan will not be able to fly back..." they begged.

After hearing these words, Chun could no longer sleep. She cheered up and walked gently across the fields. After she cast her spell, delicate branches grew on the branches of the tree. The flower buds are blooming, and the grass is showing its tender green buds... Spring is waking up!

2. Write an essay on the topic of rain

I like wind. The warm and comfortable sea breeze in the south and the biting cold wind in the north make me full of emotions, sentimental and romantic! However, I prefer rain. The wandering heavy rain with lightning and thunder in the south and the pattering autumn rain in the north both make me sad and lingering, so my online name is Wind and Rain Beauty! I like rain, as pure as water, as misty as clouds, and as hazy as fog.

I also like to walk alone on the street in the drizzle at dusk, following the rhythm of the rain; I also like the feeling of the rain falling quietly on my body, it is very gentle. His touch was like a pair of hands gently protecting me. I like the rain in autumn, especially the beautiful moment when the raindrops splash on the ground and burst into a spray of water.

It seems that the songs about rain all have sad stories, and I listened to the sound of rain on this rainy night and experienced every story about rain.

There are very few pedestrians on the fresh streets, which are very clean and quiet. The trees on the street have been blown by the autumn wind and washed by the autumn rain. The leaves are falling from the branches one by one, and there is a bit of tranquility and deepness in the air.

The autumn mood stirs the heartstrings, the autumn wind disturbs the thoughts, the autumn moon brings forth emotions, the autumn rain is lingering, and the autumn leaves are beautiful and beautiful. I like to sit alone in front of the window on rainy days, meditate quietly, and feel silently... The patter of rain outside the window is like drops of tears in my heart. I quietly listen to the sound of rain, and feel happy in my heart. What arose was an inexplicable melancholy.

The tears shed into the sea of ????heart are long and lingering, mixed with a bit of melancholy and revealing a bit of helplessness. The rain is the sad tears of the clouds. The heart is always lonely and lonely when the clouds are thick. Crying, there are bursts of heart rain falling deep in my heart. No matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains.

Rain has a kind of magic: it can diffuse into a mood, soak into an atmosphere, and engrave into a memory. Of course, sometimes it can turn into a disaster.

Breaking up always happens on a rainy day, why must it happen on a rainy day? The rain is cool when it falls, the rain is gray and cold when it rains, and the rain is sad when it falls. I don’t know since when, I have been addicted to my own world on the Internet and do not want to communicate with others.

I like to stay quietly in the noisy chat room, I like to be surrounded by strange names, and no one cares about my loneliness. And I was just a dazed shadow, lingering in this familiar chat room, letting the years pass by and fall into my indifferent eyes.

I like the night, I like to write my mood online at night, so lonely, it is completely my own. I like to read affectionate articles on the Internet, I like to write some sad words, and I like to understand a person through words.

I like to listen to my heart and feel inspired by the collision of connected souls. When my soul faced me silently, I finally realized how unenviable an indifferent and leisurely life could be without all the constraints of the world.

Not being bothered by the worldly world, not striving for wealth and fame, it adds an elegance to the taste of life.

That "free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless raindrops are as fine as sorrow." The delicate beauty that cannot be compared to the fireworks of the world, the transcendent elegance of enjoying life and being a close friend of nature.

Once upon a time, I always thought that I would be safe if I settled my heart in the world of love I created, without entering or exiting. From now on, I no longer expect to touch the wonderful world of the Internet, and neither No one will be disturbed, and no one will be hurt. I sow and reap indifferently; whether it is intentional or not, it seems to have become a far-fetched idea. In my heart, it is like a station on a long and distant road. An end of life, a piece of pure land deep in the soul; this is not something artificial, just a heart of sincere desire. A person is a little lonely, but his heart is free, not trapped in the mortal world, and relatively noble and refined.

There is nothing wrong in the world, so why bother yourself? Let your mood go and gain a sense of tranquility, peace and freedom. The rain washes away the glitz of people's hearts, clears the chaos of the world, and calms people's moods.

Sometimes, it’s raining outside but it’s sunny inside; sometimes, it’s sunny outside but it’s raining inside. There are many things in the world that you can taste in contrast.

When the heart is clear, the rain is also sunny; when the heart is rainy, the sunshine is also rain. The sound of rain enters my dream, and my heart dances with the rain.

The rainy night and the night of thoughts are invisible and dark, covering you and me. Within a short distance, I can't see you, and you can't see me clearly.

The only thing that cannot be covered is the patter of rain, like silk and long threads. The rain falls on the treetops and is intercepted by the branches and leaves; it falls on the fields and is absorbed by the soil; it falls on the pool and is assimilated by the light waves.

Only when it falls into people's hearts will it sprout and grow into boundless thoughts. In my thoughts on a rainy night, there is only you, just like you.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I walked through the alley as long as rain, walked slowly and gracefully, and walked into my longing eyes. God cooperated and sent lightning in time.

In an instant, the oil-paper umbrella is gently lifted, and your waterfall-like hair, bright eyes and red lips are your sketch, outlining the otherworldly purity and the soul-stirring "stunning"! With a slight press of the oil-paper umbrella, the scene freezes under the oil-paper umbrella - a lilac-like long skirt. At this moment, the incomprehensible and charming rain silk was woven into cloth, and the cloth like cicada wings blurred the eyes that should not be hazy.

Every time on a drizzling rainy night, I am always used to standing in the corner of the long alley and staring at the other end of the alley. Secretly looking forward to your appearance.

I hope to once again capture the details beyond the speechless bright eyes and red lips, even fragments as small as raindrops, and use them as material to fill in the large blanks on my drawing board. My expectations were not high! When I feel discouraged and exhausted, quietly, you come, just like the first time I saw you, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking in gracefully,... and passing by again.

My heart was beaten mercilessly by the rain. There was no blood, only tears, a river of tears. Like lilac, you have been here, and the oil-paper umbrella has been carried, but the opportunities are often missed.

What should be used to fill the blank space on the canvas? Rainy Night Thoughts Tonight. It was a rainy night.

But it is not the fine drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River that I love. It was a night of typhoon and heavy rain.

Go home from get off work at half past ten. It was only when I got downstairs that I saw this heavy rain that was just what I imagined.

Other people were queuing up, consciously or unconsciously, to wait for the rain to stop. Then get off work.

They did not dare to rush into the rain. But I dare.

And I did. Go into the rain.

I can feel the strange looks in other people's eyes. I don't care.

A strong wind blew from my side. I can't. 3. Write an essay on the topic of "rain"

I don't know when it started to rain outside the window. It was the spring rain that awakened everything.

It is too small. If you don't pay attention, you won't notice that the rain is slowly drifting down. The breeze in the rain carries a slight scent of earth and grass.

Yes, this rain brings spring. Just after the rain, under the warm sunshine, you will suddenly find many tiny greens popping out.

Before long, the flowers bloomed, the birds came, and people's faces were filled with warm smiles. Spring has arrived.

You see, peach blossoms, plum blossoms, and apricot blossoms are in full bloom, and rape blossoms attract swarms of busy bees, and pairs of butterflies dance gracefully. Ah, this is the spring rain, the spring rain that has the magic power to awaken all things.

Hua Hua Hua... As long as you hear this violent sound, you will know that this is a wonder that only exists in summer. It comes as it comes, no matter if you have time to escape or not, and no matter how you curse.

The raindrops hit the ground and bubbles formed. After a while, the rainwater gathered into a stream. Everything is covered by it, everything cannot be seen or heard, and the world is ruled by it.

It always comes with such force and force. However, precisely because of it, the irritability is gone and the air is fresh.

The thirsty soil is moistened. This is the good rain that "good rain knows its season".

In this way, trees, flowers and plants can grow vigorously. When it is playful and does not go away for a long time, people will curse it for turning the creek into a big river and the depression into an ocean.

Mudslides occurred, flash floods broke out, houses were lost, and crops were destroyed. It disrupted our lives and brought disasters. But all this is not its fault, it is caused by human beings' indiscriminate deforestation and ecological destruction.

It reminds and warns us that caring for the environment means caring for ourselves. The golden rice fields dance with the wind, and large waves of wheat rise and fall one after another.

The heavy branches are covered with fruits, and the fragrant wine floats in the wind, creating a beautiful scene of harvest. The autumn rain came slowly, neither fast nor slow.

Pieces of yellow leaves danced ballet in the rain and fell slowly. "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers."

The autumn rain washes away the mundane world for them, allowing them to return to the earth pure and clean. Taking away the prosperity of spring and the lushness of summer, this is the autumn rain, which is poetic and a bit desolate.

The rain comes near, far away, goes, and comes again. The four seasons gradually disappear in the rain. Whether it is the continuous spring rain, the violent summer rain or the sad autumn rain, everything it brings is taken away by it.

Time passes in the decay and prosperity of all things, and life is dissipated in the change of seasons. Cherish time and cherish life.

The sunflower in the green parasol awaits the morning dew. In the spring of Budeze, all things will be radiant.

I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will wither. The four seasons come and go with the prelude of rain. 4. An essay on the topic of rain, 600 words

Rain Soul

Do you believe it? Rain is alive. At night, whenever I am alone in the mysterious dark night, they always jump to the window to accompany me. Whenever they come, I feel it, because the rain is affectionate.

Sitting in front of the window, I was accidentally blown by the gentle and warm wind, and my thoughts wandered far away.

Listen! They are here, and my long thoughts are carrying them back

This rain is not spring rain, nor autumn rain, nor a gentle drizzle; it is not like cow hair, not like pine leaves, and not like pine leaves. Like what beads. It is summer rain, summer downpour. Summer rain can bring coolness to everything in the world.

It fell down like a bullet and landed on the ground, making a ticking sound.

His powerful little body fell to the ground, splashing small dimples, sometimes even resembling a blooming water flower. It slowly merged with its companions and became flowing streams, which can be seen everywhere on both sides of the street. When it falls on plants, it becomes the best bathing water for plants to bathe in.

It drives away all the heat and dust, bringing a cooler world. The rain has stopped, and there is still some moisture in the air. Birds are flying low: the music on the awning has also stopped, only some raindrops fall from it from time to time, and the roar of the gods can be heard in the sky, and the sound of thunder can be heard. It happened again and again, but it didn't stop for a long time. But the terrifying thunder did not affect people's emotions, and more people came out for a walk than before. That summer night, the weather suddenly turned cold. I slept with the window closed until the next morning.

The next morning, I woke up from a deep sleep. Opening the window, a fresh, earthy scent hits your face. Fresh air is really a medicine, a good medicine that can refresh your mind and moisten your lungs! A rainbow appeared, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple... like a ribbon hanging diagonally on the horizon. The sun also smiled, like a child. At this time, the earth was full of spring, and water droplets hung on the green branches and leaves, as if they were about to drip. Even the grass looked particularly fresh, and it was a vibrant scene, as if this was spring, not summer. ,. ah! It rained last night.

Rain is weak, the lightest thing in the world, and cannot knock the heavy reinforced concrete building. The tile house is different. Raindrops tinkling on it, making a pleasant sound immediately. People in the hut have the blessing of being close to nature in the rain. When the rain falls rapidly, the sound becomes impassioned, like a hundred horses roaring in unison or ten thousand horses galloping. The rain slows down and the sound becomes weaker. It penetrates your heart gently, like the breeze in your ears in the warm spring. The tiles seem to be specially designed for the rain. They play their due diligence, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain are overflowing. Endless affection.

People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are filled with nostalgia and sighs. The old man with lofty ideals has the ambition of "lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glaciers coming to sleep"; the late beauty has the resentment of "the yellow-leafed tree in the rain, the white-headed man under the lamp"; the lovesick lover has the ambition of "the parasol tree is also drizzling, and at dusk ", bit by bit"; the sentimental poet has the reverie of "listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, selling apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alley".

Rain has become a messenger for people to modify their feelings and express their wishes.

In my spare time, I was fortunate enough to return to the place where I once listened to the rain. It happened to be a light rain that day, and I heard the familiar yet unfamiliar sound of rain again. In the mist, there was a strange mood in the sound of rain, the kind that we had not communicated with for a long time. It is thousands of miles away from me, showing me that it is unfamiliar to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness.

I felt the joy of waking up from a dream and the sense of vicissitudes after being confused.

Oh, what I met in the sound of rain was actually my self that has been separated by time and space, and it was telling everything about my past. I was hesitant and asked myself: Who am I? Am I still the same person I was before?

The summer rain is so beautiful! 5. Write an essay on the theme of "Rain"

Listening to the Rain

When I was a child, I lived under a tiled house. Whenever it rained, I could hear the sad and sad rain. Voice. When I grow up, I live in a reinforced concrete forest without the sound of rain. It seems that life lacks a lot of aura, the softest and weakest things that can move people, and my heart is slowly deserting.

So I missed the sound of rain in the tiled house.

Rain is weak, the lightest thing in the world, and cannot knock the heavy reinforced concrete building. The tile house is different. Raindrops tinkling on it, making a pleasant sound immediately. People in the hut have the blessing of being close to nature in the rain. When the rain falls rapidly, the sound becomes impassioned, like a hundred horses roaring in unison or ten thousand horses galloping. The rain slows down and the sound becomes weaker. It penetrates your heart gently, like the breeze in your ears in the warm spring. The tiles seem to be specially designed for the rain. They play their due diligence, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain are overflowing. Endless affection.

People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and sighing. The old man with lofty ideals has the ambition of "lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glaciers coming to sleep"; the late beauty has the resentment of "the yellow-leafed tree in the rain, the white-headed man under the lamp"; the lovesick lover has the ambition of "the parasol tree is also drizzling, and at dusk ", bit by bit"; the sentimental poet has the reverie of "listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, selling apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty".

Rain has become a messenger for people to modify their feelings and express their wishes.

In my spare time, I was fortunate enough to return to the place where I once listened to the rain. It happened to be a light rain that day, and I heard the familiar yet unfamiliar sound of rain again. In the mist, there was a strange mood in the sound of rain, the kind that we had not communicated with for a long time. It is thousands of miles away from me, showing me that it is unfamiliar to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. I felt the joy of waking up from a dream and the sense of vicissitudes after being confused.

Oh, what I met in the sound of rain was actually my self that has been separated by time and space, and it was telling everything about my past. I was hesitant and asked myself: Who am I? Am I still the same person I was before?

There is a poem: "The young man is listening to the rain song upstairs, and the tent is dimly lit by red candles. The mature man is listening to the rain in the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are calling the west wind." Different life circumstances lead to different feelings about listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the conversation of souls, listening to the rush of true love, and listening to the gurgling flow of time. What the sound of rain strikes, apart from the echoes of the years, is also the unforgettable regrets of the past and the melancholy that cannot be expressed. It seems that only in the gentle sound of rain on this tiled house can the soul breathe and life can continue.

The sound of rain is still ringing, like my real heartbeat. 6. Composition on the topic of spring

Spring Dancer

Grandpa Dong walks on the white snow The white snow leaves, and Miss Chun's beautiful figure floats into the world. Accompanied by the sweet symphony, the spring girl danced a light and graceful dance to usher in a world of colorful colors for us.

Miss Chun gently waved the gauze scarf in her hand, and the mountains, ground, and water were all dyed with fresh and bright green. The originally lifeless hillside suddenly came to life as if by magic and became radiant. The grass shook off the snow that fell on its body, bathed in the bright sunshine, and nodded to the beautiful spring girl. The branches of the willow trees by the river are covered with new light green leaves. From a distance, they look like they are covered with dreamy green gauze, swaying in the spring breeze. The river water became warm and clear, flowing tinklingly, sparkling under the sunlight.

Along with the cheerful rhythm, the spring girl's long sleeves are waving in the air, and countless colorful flowers poke their heads out, decorating a colorful and lively new world. Look, there are clusters of flowers, some in bud, like a shy little girl, and some branches in full bloom, showing charming grace. Pink peach blossoms, yellow jasmine flowers, and snow-white cherry blossoms, they compete with each other to bloom under the gentle caress of the spring breeze. The beautiful butterflies cannot resist the temptation and dance among the gorgeous flowers. Happy birds are in groups, chirping and chirping on the branches, as if spreading the news of the arrival of spring.

The soft long hair of the spring girl is fluttering in the soothing music, bringing us the slightest spring rain. It is not as cold as winter rain, nor as violent as summer rain. The spring rain permeates the sky and the earth, sometimes sliding down in a straight line, sometimes blowing with the wind, like smoke and mist. People holding flower umbrellas walked slowly forward in the rain. The water splashing on the umbrellas seemed like notes beating on the strings, playing a gentle and lingering melody. The spring rain falls on the open fields, and the sleeping seeds are awakened. They were full of energy and excitedly emerged from the soil, breathing the fresh air to their heart's content.

The spring girl dances to the beat, and her light dance steps cover every corner of nature. Let us follow her figure together and experience the beautiful and intoxicating spring scenery.

7. An essay on the topic of rain within 600 words

The story of rain

Rain is the sigh of the sea, the tears of the sky, and the smile of the fields. They fall from the sky, accompanied by the cheerful footsteps and the natural fresh air, gently close their gentle breasts to the earth and melt in the soil. ah! This is Yu'er's happy and quiet life.

The breeze blows and the spring rain falls. The whole earth is filled with the slanting wind and drizzle, which falls happily from the sky. They are the angels brought by the spring girl to perform their duties - brewing life and bringing rejuvenation!

The rain was scattered, falling on the body of the grass, on the branches of the trees, and on the dry soil. They make friends, jump and run in the air. Gradually, they have more partners, nourishing the earth and bringing vitality. The grass straightened up under their wash, and it was so green that it was almost eye-catching. The fields exude the fragrance of earth in their moisture. The air becomes fresh and natural in their washing.

They not only watered the seedlings and washed away the dust, but also infiltrated people's hearts. They are the seeds of love and messengers of selfless dedication. They nourish the earth with their smart voices, strange shapes and clear hearts, and awaken people's sleeping hearts. In their extremely short lives, they hear only laughter and laughter, but not the slightest sadness or complaint. Every drop of rain carries love and blessing, awakening the sleeping seeds and the sleeping earth. In fact, in life, how many people are like Yu'er! They work quietly and dedicatedly. Although he lived in poverty and his life was short, he never complained. If we can be like Yu'er, with a peaceful mind, a broad mind, an optimistic attitude and a sense of selfless dedication, then our lives will be colorful, rich and happy. Forget your sorrows and worries and become a happy person!

Yu'er! On summer afternoons, on cool autumn nights, in dense and quiet bamboo forests, and in long and lonely alleys, I heard Yu'er's delicate footsteps and deep breathing again and again. I have this most touching sound of rain deeply imprinted in my heart and will treasure it forever.

Oh, I understand, I really understand, this is Yu’s heart song! 8. An essay with the title "Rain"

Lightning and thunder, flowers and trees, spring, summer, autumn and winter... these are the treasures given to us by nature. And among these treasures, I still like the sound of rain.

The spring rain is always so warm and kind. She often moves with the spring breeze. Drive away the severe cold of winter. Awakening the sleeping earth and hibernating animals. The earth is covered with green: willow branches are sprouting, peach blossoms are blooming, the grass is green and tender, and the birds have begun their chirping story meeting again. The little white rabbit is going to invite the little turtle to the tortoise and the hare race. The farmer uncle has started busy spring plowing and production again. Sow the seeds of spring and prepare for the harvest of autumn.

Summer rain is always so crazy. Always accompanied by this typhoon, Eunuch Lei and Granny Dian are a couple. There was a loud noise. The heavy rain carried the couple as if it was about to swallow up the whole world. However, it is also a paper tiger. Judging from its ferocious appearance, it can actually only run around for a few days. Even so, it still annoys me.

Autumn rain is a lovely key. It is cool and gentle, gently, gently, opening the door to autumn when you are not paying attention. The autumn rain ripens the fiery red sorghum, the lantern-like pears, the golden rice fields, the fragrant osmanthus, the golden autumn chrysanthemums, the fiery red roses, the holy lilies... The rainbow after the rain, the fragrance of fruits after the rain... I am intoxicated by this autumn rain.

The rain in winter is always so cold and cold, and seems to be a little bit poisonous. The raindrops hit your face along with the cold wind, causing a stinging pain. After a rain, it gets colder. Maybe you will have a severe fever of 39 degrees or above! The snot and sneezing all came together and flowed three feet straight. So, I don't like rain in winter.

The sun chased the dark clouds and illuminated the earth, and the white clouds ran to play in the blue sky again. When I opened the window, a burst of earthy fragrance hit my face, and the air was particularly fresh. The branches of the willows are shiny green after being washed by the rain. When a gust of wind blows, some water drops left on the leaves will shake off from time to time. The weather is more beautiful after the rain and the air is fresher. After the baptism of rain, the color of every wild flower and every grass is so crystal clear that even the colorful butterflies cannot compete with them. Coupled with the light mist in the mountains, this dream-like mystery led me to a colorful world.

Rain brings coolness and comfort to people. I like rain.

9. Composition with the theme of spring

The weather is getting warmer, and even the last breath of winter has been washed away by the rain. Spring is here, with bursts of warmth, flying low The swallow is calling, what is it calling for? It should be urging spring silkworms to emerge from their cocoons. Spring flowers are blooming all over the trees. They are gorgeous and warm. With the excitement of spring, people begin to take off their thick cotton clothes and put on light clothes. They like to wear thin clothes in this season. Jumping and running, it seems that only in this way can their tenacious vitality be more evident. They laugh and jump for joy. Winter is too long. We have been waiting a little impatiently for spring. So, when spring really comes, the joy overflows. Their laughter echoed on their faces and on the endless wheat fields, and their footprints were imprinted on the newly awakened soft earth. They were like children acting coquettishly in the arms of Mother Earth.

On days when the breeze was bathing, strong men picked up shovels and walked to the fields with smiles. They began to loosen the soil for the sleeping crops. You see, their movements were so light, for fear of waking up. Those little guys. When they were tired, they sat on the ground, smoked a bag of cigarettes, and talked about their daily routine, "The wheat harvest will definitely be good this year, Lao Li, believe it or not!" A gust of wind blew, and the wheat seedlings began to whisper, forming waves after waves. They are smiling, acquiescing that the man's words are correct, and conveying hope.

There was a copper whistle in the distance. It was the children returning home from school who were passing by. They were singing "Where is the Spring"? Oh, they were looking for spring. One of the children shouted: "I found spring, spring is in my shoes." The laughter filled the whole field again. It turned out that the elf's shoes were green, and it was Miss Chun who was playing hide and seek with him. They went home, with laughter all the way. hope.

The willow trees by the river have sprouted goose-yellow buds, and the peach trees are blooming. "I want to bloom," the buds are shouting. They want to show people the breath of spring and bring people growth. Driven by their vitality, even the grass does not want to be outdone, so the grass goes up and up again. My vitality is tenacious. I am "born again in the spring breeze". Therefore, everything in the world is showing the vitality of life. Strength, and seems to show off the joy after the bitter cold. The world is a little more gorgeous and bold. The harsh winter no longer exists, and what is displayed in front of everyone is the living spring.

People are beginning to get busy nervously. They know that spring is the season for sowing hope. Spring is the beginning of the year. They must seize this peak season of life tightly in order to harvest a more fruitful autumn. No matter how much you pay, it is worth it. In this way, in spring, there are vibrant scenes everywhere. 10. Write an essay on the topic of rain

Rain in Four Seasons

When I was a child, it rained often. Somehow, whenever it rains, I always feel more happy. Different from snowing, when it rains, there is always an unknown feeling of intimacy in my heart. And in a year, there are always four different feelings.

In spring, the rain always quietly blurs our sight, and we don't even know how the spring rain falls quietly. Walking in the rain with an umbrella, you can hardly hear any sound. Looking at the rain falling in front of you, you always have the urge to put away your umbrella...

In summer, the rain always falls when you say it will, or stops when you say it. It stopped, and when I lowered it, I always felt powerful and majestic. When I walked outside with an umbrella, I always felt that the umbrella was being attacked by hundreds of millions of bullets; it was being crushed by heavy objects. Under the umbrella, I am safe and sound, but at this time, my heart is like a raindrop, soaring in the sky. The steps under the umbrella are still moving, but my heart has grown wings, and my soul has also flown to the sky. above. Looking out the window, there is always a desire to turn into raindrops...

In autumn, rain always makes people feel desolate. In my eyes, autumn rain is a good medicine to wash away all troubles. Holding an umbrella and walking in the pattering autumn rain, the seemingly calm surface gave people wrong judgment, and my heart was filled with huge shock. The greenery of summer no longer exists, and the emerald green of sunset has turned yellow at this moment. The rain is still falling, and the leaves on the branches are aging and falling rapidly. The raindrops slide over them, and you can always hear the small and decaying sound. Sighing; Cao'er stopped talking at this time, just lowered his head heavily; the harvest was good in the orchard. The fields are full of vicissitudes of life, and they will only close their heavy eyes after the autumn rain. Looking out the window, it’s really an autumn rain and a cool breeze! Full of emotions...

In winter, rain always covers the ground with a thin layer of ice. Winter is a time when all things are reborn. Under the white snow, all plants are tired of the old and welcome the new, preparing to welcome the first spring rain of the coming year. When admiring it in the winter rain under an umbrella, you can always feel the snowflakes or hail mixed with the rain.

The winter rain will always be with us until the first spring rain of the coming year...

The affection for the rain has slowly evolved into the hope and emotion for the rain invisibly... It is Ah, isn’t the motherland nourishing us like rain all the time?