What are the good words, sentences and paragraphs to describe winter rain?

In the early winter morning, the sky is gray, and the cold and dense Sha Qi covers the whole world. The sun hasn't come out yet, and everything in winter is naked, with a cold breath. Cold, a clear sign that winter is coming. Watching the bleak autumn end its tenacious mission, I was overwhelmed by the irresistible domineering of winter in the falling leaves sky, only to find that the whole world has become the territory of cold air. Winter rain, falling from the sky, mixed with ice drops like snow but not snow, hurts like a knife cut on the face. It's just that this winter rain scares you and chills you. I often lament the magic of nature, rain and snow come to earth hand in hand! Rain and snow are sometimes annoying, but they are said to clean up the world. Winter rain, although there has never been a beautiful praise of spring rain, has no complaints, silently telling people, predicting: my disappearance, white snowy days are just around the corner. The winter rain, the last trace left by the warm atmosphere, has lost the pride of the summer storm and the gentleness of the autumn rain, and is only doing its bit to create a better world. I put on my cotton-padded clothes and tried to experience the smell of winter rain. Before I came to my senses, my whole body was covered with its affection. It told me gently, don't say I am heartless. Although I am in the wrong season, we are also sons of nature and friends who walk with you in this world. The world is quiet and innocent because of rain. The quietly falling winter rain has added a bit of harmony and beauty to this ordinary world, and dedicated everything to the freshness of this world, with no regrets.

Winter rain

Winter Rain in Zhou Zhongying is a girl I can't erase from my heart. It was she who tolerated and lit up my first love and made my sad life better. At that time, I was still young, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and I was too shy to talk to girls. At that time, I was in the first semester of grade three, and my classmates studied very hard to prepare for a good school. Dong Yu is the monitor of our class, and his grades are good. The school is going to train her to go to a technical secondary school. I am just an ordinary student. Winter rain looks beautiful and is recognized as a beauty. Going back to the boys' dormitory at night, everyone likes to talk about her and how beautiful she is, which can be regarded as a kind of entertainment after intense study. Every time I listen quietly, I never express any opinions, but my heart is full of joy. Because I have a special feeling for her, hazy, maybe this is the seed of first love. I never talk to girls in class, except Dong Yu. I really want to talk to her. She is the monitor and often wants to communicate with us. For example, she shouted, "Zhou Zhongying, stay and sweep the floor today." Her faint words are very magnetic to me, and I will complete her task with good quality and quantity. At that time, she was almost my idol. Her words and eyes excite me. So, I began to miss her. Sometimes I want to write to her, but I dare not. It's a bit like "Toad wants to eat swan meat". So when I am free, I will engrave her name on my desk again and again and write it in my diary. Half a year has passed, and we are all in peace. No one knows my secret. In the second semester, things changed quickly. The gap between the good students and the poor students in our class has obviously widened. Good students have stepped up their studies, but poor students have the mentality of finishing this semester. I belong to a class that is neither very good nor poor. It's just that acacia occupies most of my study time. One day, a poor student stole my diary while I was away. In class, he appreciated my diary very much, because he was immersed in my affectionate sentences and was found by the class teacher to hand in my diary. As a result, my hidden relationship was exposed to the public. Before long, Dong Yu dropped out of school, and a promising girl was ruined. I was so sad that I left school soon. After dropping out of school, I worked as a self-employed, repaired bicycles and lived a poor life in the town of my hometown. Of course, in the past three years, apart from doing business, I have been continuing my dream of being a writer. Occasionally, some small pieces of tofu will appear in newspapers. The first novel published was a poem "A Plum Cut by Rain" written for Dong Yu, which contained two sentences: In my memory/It was a cold winter/I saw a plum cut by rain/I licked a wound that was difficult to heal ... Goodbye Dong Yu is three years later. One day, a beautiful girl came to my repair booth and asked me to help her repair motorcycle tires. After taking over the business, I started working soon. At that time, Dong Yu didn't say anything, just kept watching me mend her tire. When I finished mending the tire and prepared to settle the bill with her, I found this familiar and beautiful face: Winter Rain! I didn't know what to say at that time. I couldn't wait to open a crack in the ground and let me in. Things are a little sudden, and some people are at a loss. At that time, she gave me the impression that she was rich and had a good life. Since then, she has often come to my repair booth. Sometimes I am too busy, and she will not hesitate to get her hands dirty to help me, which makes me very moved and happy. Soon we fell in love. Toad finally ate swan meat. Dongyu has many plans, one of which is to send me to Luxun College of Literature. Soon I bid farewell to the humble repair booth and became a member of Luxun College of Literature. My tuition and all expenses are paid by the winter rain. When I was studying, she went to the south. She writes me a letter every week and sends me money every month. I worked hard in the College of Arts and learned a lot. At the same time, I gradually embarked on the road of literature. In the lonely four-year study, winter rain is the pillar and sustenance of my motivation. After studying in the College of Literature for four years, Dong Yu didn't visit me for our future dream. At that time, there was no program-controlled telephone, so it was inconvenient to make a phone call. She melted all her love into letters and money. After graduation, I found a decent job in a magazine in the provincial capital. The first thing is to write to her and ask her to come back and finish our second plan: to get married in the provincial capital. After the letter was sent, I waited for a reply every day. However, three months have passed without any news. So I went south to Guangzhou and found the unit where Dongyu worked. Unexpectedly, Dong Yu left me two years ago because of drug abuse. In order to support my study, she works during the day and sits in entertainment places at night, not wanting to get addicted to drugs. After Dong Yu left, in order to let me study with peace of mind, one of her friends undertook the mission of writing to me and sending me money. This is my wife now.

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The rain on a winter night keeps falling, gently, gently, just like my sadness. My heart is a little cold, some ice and some pain. I still feel a little helpless and heartbroken. I walked in the street, letting the winter rain blow my face, hoping to give me some sobriety and relief. Walking through street after street, I was soaked through. But I still can't forget the girl in my heart, Winter Rain. Why can't I wash away the pain in my heart? Have you been looking forward to the arrival of spring like me?

Winter rain symphony

Have you ever heard of symphony? That voice is always powerful and magnificent. However, have you ever enjoyed the symphony of real rain with your heart? Rain has different functions in four seasons. Although in winter, snow is the actor that human beings want to see most, but the supporting role rain is not inferior. The biggest feature of winter rain is small. You see, the drizzle makes people feel that the rain is not only gentle, but also a little shy. In winter, walking in the rain will make you feel a little chilly, but you will get more endless happiness. The rain in winter not only makes people feel dense and small, but also makes people feel a little wet. Winter is dry in everyone's impression, and some people even find it easy to get angry. The only way to solve this problem is to have some Mao Mao rain. The rain in winter is wet and continuous, and it always rains tirelessly, as if it refuses to go, and there are still many things to say. The Winter Rain Concert is about to begin. I sat in my seat, making a cup of coffee and holding a book, waiting for the feast. Suddenly, I remembered a poem about winter rain. I picked up the pen and came down soon. In winter, the rain is light and the density is not much. Gentleness is more shy, and wetness is more lasting. The first time I tried, some of them were not very exquisite and smooth. In this respect, I still want to learn from Liu Liang, a talented woman. With the "tick" sound, the audio-visual feast began. Come on, stop talking nonsense and let's savor it together! The rain in early winter is thin and long, nourishing the earth and purifying the air. I like rain, especially the continuous drizzle in dry winter ... Winter rain, dripping underground is another rainy winter morning. I opened my sleepy eyes and brushed away my hazy tiredness. Looking at the rain line in the sky is like a new veil that the Weaver Girl unveiled for the earth. There is no doubt that the winter rain is beautiful, but the winter rain in my heart lacks some poetry and is a little more frustrated. I remember the day before yesterday-17, that is, the day I got my report card, I saw the result that shocked me-the worst score ever, but I didn't cry! At noon that day, the winter rain began to drip underground, accompanied by the north wind, getting bigger and crazier. No, winter rain penetrates human nature! She's crying for me, crying for me! Let my heart and tears infiltrate. I have been laughing and laughing all day, and it seems that I have become a little more mature and worried. At this time, the winter rain outside the window is raining heavily, beating the window glass and beating my heart. She seems to be telling me that I can't be naive and naughty anymore. I should grow up. I sat quietly at the table by the window. It's cold and humid, and it seems that I'm a little numb. I wrote down my winter vacation plan on a piece of white paper. For the sprint of next semester, I should restrain something! I got up and stood by the window alone. The rain is ticking and the windows are jingling. There is a loquat tree in the yard. That was three years ago, I ate some loquat fruits and scattered the seeds in the flower bed. A seed germinated and grew leaves. Now it is taller than me, with green leaves and full of vitality. But occasionally one or two leaves that are not yellow under the north wind will fall. The white leaves on the riverside are all yellow and ringing in the north wind. I know that after the Spring Festival, when I start a new semester, they will be green, and when I graduate, it is also the time for a bumper harvest. I only hope that I can share their happiness in the harvest season of water bamboo next year. I believe that by pushing a window, the rain is closer to me! Winter rain hits the roof; Winter rain falls on the road; Winter rain beat the leaves; Winter rain falls into the pond ... the sound is high and low, like a harmonious light music. A few raindrops kissed my face. It's a little cold, but I like it. My mother said I was impatient and lacked meditation. This winter rain and this cold feeling can make me meditate. My mother said that she believes that "if you are sincere, the stone will open", and I am convinced! My carefree childhood will soon be a thing of the past, but I will try my best not to humiliate her colorful sunshine. Maybe I will never get the ideal result in my mind, but at least I will have a clear conscience! Winter rain, still raining, tick, tick. ...

Winter rain

Today, my mother and I went to Wuhan to see my uncle, and we were caught in a winter rain. We set off after breakfast, and the car ran forward quickly. I am very excited at the thought of meeting my uncle soon. But suddenly it was dark, "It's going to rain". I think, sure enough, a strong wind blew soon, and then the rain came. I can't help but open the window and put my hand out of the car. Rain drops on my hand, itchy, like someone scratching your palm with leaves. I carefully observed the light rain outside the window, like hair, but not long; Like cow hair, but brighter than cow hair; Like an embroidery needle, but there is no embroidery needle to prick your hand. Alas, I really don't know how to describe the rain in Mao Mao. After a while, it rained. Raindrops as big as beans kept falling and hitting the car glass, ringing incessantly. It's raining harder and harder, so I have to close the window and look out. It's like hanging a very wide bead curtain between heaven and earth. Rain falls on the roofs of houses along the road, splashing white water, and from a distance, it hangs over the roof like a thin layer of smoke. At this time, my mother and I should get off. But rain still pours down from Tianhe like water. The rain on the roadside roof rolled down like a broken bead, and gradually, more and more water on the ground merged into a stream. We ran fast against the rain, and pedestrians on the road were either holding umbrellas, carrying bags or even soaking wet. Everyone was in a hurry. It was a sudden winter rain. It rained until the evening, and the sky gradually darkened, and the rain changed from heavy rain to light rain. It seems that darkness is sharpening the will of rain. I watched the rain getting smaller and smaller, and silently thought, I hope this rain can also bring farmers a bumper harvest like Xue Rui.

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Winter rain

In the morning, when I opened the door and entered the corridor, I heard the sound of "rustling", "snapping" and "ping pong" on the wooden cover of the roof. Isn't winter in the north a snowy season? In this "heavy snow" festival, after a heavy snow, it actually rained lightly! Accustomed to the roar of the northwest wind, I suddenly heard the sound of rain, which made people feel that the winter had passed and it was in the spring breeze and spring rain. The sound of rain reminds me of Guangdong music. The sound of Sasha Vujacic is like the slowly and finely cut plucked music in Drunk East Wind, and the sound of heavy rain like "ping-pong" is like the wonderful rhythm of rain beating banana during the small high tide. Outside the building, light rain and fog. Rain, like a wisp of silk, floats quietly east and west, but for a few occasional heavy rain spots, you can't see it. Although the winter rain seems to come at a bad time, it is also affectionate. When it falls on your face and neck, it won't make you feel cold, nor will it make you feel dripping pain. It's just cool, and you will suddenly feel a special softness, freshness and intimacy. Winter rain will hide in the fog and play hide-and-seek with you, which is very mysterious. The fog is heavy, hidden in villages and towns, wrapped in trees, and caged a mysterious world. Nearby, houses, trees and telephone poles in the fog are hazy and hazy, like looming mountain islands on the sea, and like ships with masts in the smoke. Fog has feelings, too. It seems to be playing with you and drawing a circle for you. When you move forward, she will retreat, and when you come back, she will quietly follow you. Drinking and shouting, the voice seemed to fall into the sea, and there was no reply. The fog slowly dissipated and the trees emerged from the fog. Although poplars have lost all their leaves, the crimson buds on the branches are wetted by rain and swollen, just like the buds in early spring. Look at the rows of willows by the stream, and there are some green or yellow leaves. At first glance, it really has the charm of "pumping ten miles". There is less rain. People are talking and laughing in the rain, and children are squatting by a small puddle like a mirror, smiling at each other with their own shadows, pointing and teasing. Many people carry umbrellas, red, yellow, grass green and sky blue ... decorated with all kinds of patterns. From a distance, they look like dancing butterflies. At this time, in the eyes and hearts of many people, the flower umbrella is far from being a tool to shelter from the rain, but a work of art, an ornament of life, and a part of beauty, which seems to contain a longing for spring. It should be said that in the northland, winter rain should always be abnormal, but this "abnormality" has also given me a special feeling, inspired me to think new things, and made me realize the creator's "eclecticism" and endless changes. Winter rain is not an old imperial calendar, and some pages of the old imperial calendar can't be read. Isn't it? In recent years, in the hearts of many people who work hard and pursue lofty realm, the cold winter is shortening the shame, the warm spring is advancing, and the hot summer and the golden autumn seem to be prolonging. A great writer said that winter has come, can spring be far behind? Winter rain, you should be a depth charge and the spirit of spring. You remind me of my yearning and calling for spring, and let me look forward to it early. You led my mind beyond a cold season without green fields and flowers, and made me seem to see that a colorful season had arrived ahead of time. 1. 123 describes the beautiful feeling brought by winter rain in turn from feeling, feeling and feeling, and 456 paragraphs respectively describe the harmony in the rain, which is full of poetry. 2. Personification and metaphor are mainly used to describe the fog in the rain. Please briefly talk about the expressive functions of these two figures of speech in this paragraph. The word "unexpected" in the paragraph "It rained lightly after a heavy snow" is aimed at "unexpected". 4. 7. The "old imperial calendar" in the paragraph "Winter rain is not the old imperial calendar, and some pages of the old imperial calendar can't be understood" refers to; The special meaning of "some pages in the old imperial calendar can't be remembered clearly" is 5. This article and the text "Winter in Jinan" describe the winter scenery in northern China. One is about the winter rain, and the other is about the winter snow. But the feelings expressed by the two are different. Please point out the differences. Answer: 1. Listen to people who touch the fog. 2. slightly 3. Isn't winter in the north a snowy season? The old idea that it snows in winter in the north can't adapt to the reality of life. This paper mainly praises the winter rain as "the deep-water bomb of spring, the spirit of spring", and praises the winter rain for bringing vitality to the earth. The characters express their love for the motherland and mountains and rivers by writing the characteristics of "warm sunshine" in Jinan. -Isn't winter in the north the season of snow? In this "heavy snow" festival, after a heavy snow, it actually rained lightly! Accustomed to the roar of the northwest wind, I suddenly heard the sound of rain, which made people feel that the winter had passed and it was in the spring breeze and spring rain. The sound of rain reminds me of Guangdong music. The sound of Sasha Vujacic is like the slowly and finely cut plucked music in Drunk East Wind, and the sound of heavy rain like "ping-pong" is like the wonderful rhythm of rain beating banana during the small high tide. Outside the building, light rain and fog. Rain is like a wisp of silk, floating quietly, but for a few heavy rain spots occasionally, you can't see it. Although the winter rain seems to come at a bad time, it is also affectionate. When it falls on your face and neck, it won't make you feel cold, nor will it make you feel dripping pain. It's just cool, and you will suddenly feel a special softness, freshness and intimacy. Winter rain will hide in the fog and play hide-and-seek with you, which is very mysterious. The fog is heavy, hidden in villages and towns, wrapped in trees, and caged a mysterious world. Nearby, houses, trees and telephone poles in the fog are hazy and hazy, like looming mountain islands on the sea, and like ships with masts in the smoke. Fog has feelings, too. It seems to be playing with you and drawing a circle for you. When you move forward, she will retreat, and when you come back, she will quietly follow you. Drinking and shouting, the voice seemed to fall into the sea, and there was no reply. The fog slowly dissipated and the trees emerged from the fog. Although poplars have lost all their leaves, the crimson buds on the branches are wetted by rain and swollen, just like the buds in early spring. Look at the rows of willows by the stream, and there are some green or yellow leaves. At first glance, it really has the charm of "pumping ten miles". There is less rain. People are talking and laughing in the rain, and children are squatting by a small puddle like a mirror, smiling at each other with their own shadows, pointing and teasing. Many people carry umbrellas, red, yellow, grass green and sky blue ... decorated with all kinds of patterns. From a distance, they look like dancing butterflies. At this time, in the eyes and hearts of many people, the flower umbrella is far from being a tool to shelter from the rain, but a work of art, an ornament of life, and a part of beauty, which seems to contain a longing for spring. It should be said that in the northland, winter rain should always be abnormal, but this "abnormality" has also given me a special feeling, inspired me to think new things, and made me realize the creator's "eclecticism" and endless changes. Winter rain is not an old imperial calendar, and some pages of the old imperial calendar can't be read. Isn't it? In recent years, in the hearts of many people who work hard and pursue lofty realm, the cold winter is shortening the shame, the warm spring is advancing, and the hot summer and the golden autumn seem to be prolonging. A great writer said that winter has come, can spring be far behind? Winter rain, you should be a depth charge and the spirit of spring. You remind me of my yearning and calling for spring, and let me look forward to it early. You led my mind beyond a cold season without green fields and flowers, and made me seem to see that a colorful season had arrived ahead of time. 1. The word "accident" in "It rained lightly after a heavy snow" means "accident". 2. This paper writes about the beautiful feelings brought by winter rain from three aspects: feeling, feeling and feeling. Then I wrote and parted in the rain, which was full of poetry and painting. 3. Draw an anthropomorphic sentence and a figurative sentence in the fourth paragraph with horizontal lines and wavy lines respectively. 4. "Winter rain is not the old imperial calendar, and some pages of the old imperial calendar can't be read." What is the special meaning of the last sentence in the article? 5. The incorrect understanding of the underlined sentence is () A. There is an adjective before each season, which highlights their respective characteristics. B. The four seasons here don't actually refer to the four seasons in nature. C, shows people's enthusiasm and yearning for the fiery life. D, it is a fact that winter is shortened and spring is advanced; The extension of summer and autumn is imagination, so we use "seems". Answer: 17 "Isn't winter a snowy season in the north?" 18, listen, look, touch, fog, tree, personification: Winter rain will hide in the fog and play hide-and-seek with you, which is very mysterious. Metaphor: Nearby, houses, trees and telephone poles in the fog are hazy and shadowy, like a looming mountain island on the sea and a ship with a mast in the smoke. 20. Old ideas can no longer adapt to the reality of life. 2 1、D

Winter rain poem

Yu Meiren in the winter rain, lingering in the afternoon plum rain, independent without emotion. With the willows in the lake, I remembered the small lotus pond that day. Winter rain, Meng Jiao Chu water thin, Chu Yun rain light. Wild plums have uneven hair, and the travel list is free and easy. (4), ancient poems describing winter and famous sentences describing winter Xie Jin Daoyun's "Poetry on Snow" is like snow, which can draw the difference between salt and gas, but catkins are not due to the wind. Tang Li Bai's Winter Returning to Laoshan has a green vine path and a sunny snow peak. Tang Li Bai's "Popular North" Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, blowing down Xuanyuantai. In Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue, there are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of roads. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Tang Gao's "Snow" appeared six times, flew into the room, and sat and watched the bamboo turn into lovely branches. Tang Juyi's "Night Snow" was stunned, and the window was bright again. It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.