Look at pictures and write essays on the morning after the rain

1. The morning after the rain (composition of about 400 words)

Before you know it, the sun shines! Everything is so fresh after the rain. The sycamore leaves outside the window are almost transparent, and although the pear blossoms have fallen, the roses are blooming on the fence, smiling sweetly, one or two, in the soft wind, in the shining Under the sun, slightly pink flowers bloomed tremblingly in the morning light, bringing a delicate fragrance, brewing in the slightly moist air. That touch of light red is like the faint morning glow on the horizon, like the gentle smile at the corner of the mouth. Qilixiang also bloomed in unison, and the trees were full of snow-white flowers hanging down in bunches. It was another kind of fragrance. There was a faint mist, and their laughter and laughter could be vaguely heard.

In the morning after the rain, the sunshine is extremely fresh and soft, and the flowers are filled with sparkling dewdrops. These are a group of spring elves! No matter morning or dusk, they accompany me. I wake up with the fragrance of flowers in the morning and fall asleep with the fragrance of flowers at night. There is nothing happier than this. Zhu Ziqing said in "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond": Under the vast moonlight, a person can think about anything and think about nothing, and he feels that he is a free person. What he must say and do on weekdays can all be said at this moment. You don’t have to want to. . . For me, looking out the window is the smiling roses, the fragrance of seven-mile incense, the birds jumping on the branches, and the swallows occasionally flying across the sky leaving beautiful silhouettes. The warm wind blowing, or the drizzle falling, all bring me beautiful emotions, both poetry and painting.

Zheng Chouyu wrote: Birds jump on the branches, like the rise and fall of piano keys; the cliffs there love to gaze, with long vines hanging like hair; the grasslands there are eager to wait, and are covered with flowers. If Pan; I can’t help but love it just thinking about it, not to mention that I can still watch and listen to it. I think I am a happy and free person. If I want to be a little bird, fly high in the blue sky; or be a flower blooming on a branch in spring, or even a green leaf. My field of vision was limited, and I could not see the green shade outside, the flying catkins, the small yellow dandelions, the flying little paratroopers, or the various kites in the blue sky. But I am still happy and happy. Liveliness and tranquility are both necessary for life. How can I refuse? Flowers fall and leaves fall. These are the laws of nature. If you can’t change them, just learn to appreciate them!

Maybe in a few days, the weather will gradually get hotter, and the cicadas will definitely be chirping among the plane trees, and the gardenia, jasmine, and locust trees should all be in bloom! Then let me look forward to it and watch every flower bloom, how happy it is! Even if things change and time passes, the exquisite scenery should remain in the bottom of my heart and in my eyes, let my heart and dreams stay together, and let the moment become eternity! I would like to be the most sincere green leaf watching over you day and night and the sound of flowers blooming coming. 2. The 600-word junior high school essay "The Morning After the Rain" should be innovative

I was holding the report card that had just been issued not long ago, but it felt like I was holding a meteorite that fell from the sky. I couldn't move. .

Rain is beautiful, bringing life to all things and bringing joy to people, but it is also the easiest to evoke people’s memories of the past...

That day, I I was holding the transcript that had just been issued not long ago in my hand, but it felt like I was holding a meteorite that fell from the sky. I couldn't move. Thinking about my parents' hard work in the fields, thinking about the hopeful eyes of my teachers, and thinking about my friends' encouragement to me, I suddenly felt that this was a dream that would disappear when I woke up. But this achievement is clearly in my hands. My full confidence before the exam had disappeared without a trace. On the way home, my mood was as full of haze as the sky, as if someone had splashed black ink on it. Unknowingly, a drizzle started falling from the sky, which wetted my cheeks, wetted the report card, wetted the report card, and wetted my heart. No matter how far away I am from home, I have to go back eventually. Standing in front of my home, I didn't dare to open the door. I was afraid of seeing the look in my parents' eyes. Just as I was hesitating, the door suddenly opened, and a wrinkled face appeared in front of me. It was my mother's.

My mother was very surprised to see me standing in the rain, but I could clearly see the love in her eyes. She pulled me into the house, wiped my face gently, and asked me, "Why don't you come in when you come back?" My mother's eyes were as soft as fabric, and I wished that the report card would disappear immediately. When my mother saw that I was silent and looked unhappy, she asked me anxiously: "Why did you touch me?" I looked at my mother and took out the wrinkled report card tremblingly. I saw my mother's His eyes became lighter, but he didn't hit me or scold me. Just said: "It doesn't matter, I just didn't do well in the exam this time. Keep working hard next time, mom will always support you!" Although my mother said this, I still felt my mother's faint disappointment. So, I made up my mind to work hard in the future and never let my mother down. Finally, I have made great progress now, and my parents are proud of me again.

Rain is beautiful, as beautiful as an elf, which brings back memories of the past, but I still love it. 3. 400 words describing the morning after the rain

"Flowers bloom quietly in the night, but let the day accept thanks."

The wet soil in the rain quietly soaks the flowers' dreams , where there is water and soil, flowers will bloom and villages will grow.

In the dark soil, some lives did not come out of the night, did not reach the autumn when life matures, and did not reach the dawn. They gave up their light to the living life, and gave up the golden fields and sweetness. The fruit is given to living life. They became black in the dark soil, turned into dust, turned into fertilizer for other seeds, and became the mute words of fate, the memories of the past, and the missed old friends.

Whenever I see the fingers of spring stretching out from the soil and hear the cry of a baby being born, I will think of them, and I will speak blessings and exhortations to life over and over again.

On the morning after the rain, my body was shaking like a grass, and my mind was as excited as a bug. 4. Two essays: The scene at dusk after the rain and the scene in the morning after the rain, about 300 to 400 words.

The scene at dusk after the rain: The parasol trees are drizzled, and at dusk, bit by bit, this time, How can the word "sorrow" be so important?" It is hidden in a small space. The joys, anger, sorrows and joys in life are fleeting. When I passed by Li Qingzhao, I finally let the word "sorrow" lock my thoughts.

52 points! It’s hard to look back on the past, and the test paper is shocking. I fell into the lowest depression in my life. I failed for the first time. I filed in with melancholy. Listening to the sparse sound of rain, outside the window - it’s so quiet. !

... However, the waterfall does not avoid the gap in fate to be spectacular, and life does not avoid the setbacks to become clear. I live the most true life in the days I have passed by unintentionally. Is there no time for disappointment? The world is fair to everyone. The most important thing is to learn to face and bear. If you are disappointed, don't write sadness into your bright eyes; if you are helpless, don't hang the pain on your thinking eyebrows. I laugh at myself, I have to. Self-anatomy.

Resentment will not help. I look forward to this experience of mine waiting like the dusk after the rain.

The wind urges me to move forward. I should say thank you. ; The rain challenges me, I should learn to be calm.

The morning after the rain

It rained all night, and this morning the air was particularly fresh. I was walking in the garden downstairs. The big trees that had been washed by the rain looked greener, and the grass that had drunk enough water also looked greener. I stopped, bent down and gently stroked the grass, and suddenly I felt wet. , moist, cool, and very refreshing. Sister Peach Tree's long hair was covered with small pearl-like water drops, which was extremely beautiful. At this time, the naughty puppy bumped into the peach tree branch, and Xiao Shui. Zhu jumped down and playfully gave the puppy a cold bath, which made the puppy look so cute.

I love it. This fresh air, I love the morning after the rain!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011 It was sunny yesterday, and it rained all day.

In the morning, my mother asked me to buy breakfast. I walked on the road and saw that the small trees became greener after the rain, and there were strings of shiny water drops hanging on the leaves. The flowers on both sides of the road also opened their little mouths and smiled sweeter. I saw a little snail crawling forward slowly carrying its heavy shell. The buildings were washed away by yesterday's rain and became much cleaner. I looked at the green mountains in the distance. The green mountains became greener due to yesterday's rain.

I took a deep breath, the air after the rain is so fresh! So refreshing! I also smelled the faint fragrance of the soil after the rain. .

The morning after the rain

In the morning, I just left the house. ah! The air is so fresh! Snap! The small raindrops preserved on the leaves from last night dripped down. In the morning its life is over.

A group of small sparrows pecked east and west on the lawn of the square. It seemed that they were looking for food. I walked towards them, but they did not fly away and continued to look for their food.

The water on the ground reflects the morning sunshine, which is extremely beautiful. I pushed up my pants and walked toward school while jumping into the puddles.

When I arrived at school, the scenery was still so beautiful. I put my schoolbag in the classroom and ran out to enjoy the beautiful morning - the birds were chirping on the branches and the raindrops fell from one leaf to another. The leaves then fall to the ground, blooming like fireworks with crystal water.

The air in the morning after the rain is so fresh: take a breath, it is cool, slightly sweet, and has the freshness of grass.

The morning after the rain is so interesting and full of life. . I love the morning after the rain!

The morning after the rain

I woke up from my sleep and looked outside, wow! Why is there so much water on the road? Mom said: "Of course, it rained heavily last night and the road almost turned into a river." "When the rain stops, I'm going to go downstairs for a walk." I said to my mother.

The air after the rain is especially fresh, the trees are green and green; the flowers have become more brilliant; the grass has become more green; and the blue sky has become bluer. The white clouds became whiter. I walked to the pond and saw the graceful lotus flowers with raindrops, which was even more charming. The shapes of lotus flowers vary: some only unfold two or three petals; some petals are all unfolded, revealing small tender yellow lotus pods, and some still have flower bones that look as if they are about to burst. The layers of lotus leaves are like big disks, as if they are protecting the lotus!

The morning after the rain is so beautiful! 5. Who can tell me a good paragraph describing the morning after the rain?

The rain is falling in my dreams, either urgently or slowly, sometimes like mist, softly swaying, sometimes like beans, crackling. Ringing in front of the window, a piece of watery music accompanied me all night.

In the early morning, the rain stopped. Water drops are still dripping from the eaves, and raindrops are still hanging on the leaves, shining brightly. As soon as the breeze passed by, bursts of pearl rain fell. The leaves will be bright and flamboyant. There are small puddles on the ground, still recalling the rain and wind last night, enjoying the silence and tenderness of this moment. The figs in the courtyard stretch out their branches and leaves, making them even more elegant. The pot of water bamboo is becoming more energetic, and the green leaves are swaying gracefully and charmingly.

Rain is the most enchanting. The morning after the rain was actually a bit lazy, quietly thinking about my thoughts. In such an early morning, after such a rain, I lean against the bedrail and send a greeting to people far away, reading someone's mood; I send a small poem, full of beautiful lingering feelings. Through the space of rain, my thoughts are flying. 6. Primary school students look at pictures and write stories about the sun after the rain for grade 2 students.

It has been pouring rain all day, and now it has finally stopped. The sun, which had been imprisoned for a day, also began to be liberated. It seemed to have remembered its responsibility, broke through the clouds, emitted a dazzling light, and coated the earth with a layer of golden light.

The sun doesn’t seem too bright after the rain. The sky was as bright as if it had been washed by rain. The colorful umbrellas on the road disappeared like the ebb of the ocean. People started to get busy again, greedily breathing the fresh, moist air after the rain. Their bodies were also coated with a layer of golden light, and the entire earth was bathed in the sun.

The sun is getting brighter and brighter, and there are less and less water on the ground and water droplets on the leaves. The water drops dripping from the eaves are illuminated by the sun and turn into colorful pearls. The weather has turned sunny, and the blue sky is cloudless. The river water was rippling with golden light; the little bird was singing happily on the branches, as if praising the sun after the rain.

The sun after the rain is so beautiful and intoxicating. It is like the passion of the martyrs, inspiring people to move forward bravely and giving people the strength to forge ahead. It is so beautiful, it makes the world more beautiful after the rain.

Ah! The sun after the rain, I praise you. 7. Morning in the Rain Composition

"Tick-tock, tick-tock," today's morning began with the sound of light raindrops.

The classmates hurried to the campus. Although I had already been soaked by the raindrops, I was in a particularly cheerful mood. Look, they are all watching an unparalleled show at the window! A thin classmate put his hand out of the window and felt the joy of the rain.

Another classmate simply ran around in the rain. The raindrops hit him, like a doll, sliding down his face in one breath. As for the classmate, he smiled as he watched the "doll" slide down.

On the road, adults hurried to work. Some of them were wearing raincoats and riding motorcycles, driving towards the "pool" made of raindrops. With a "chi" sound, water splashed on the ground, forming a natural "fountain".

Some were driving cars in the rain. Others were riding bicycles and wearing colorful raincoats. Looking from a distance, I almost thought it was not a person, but a beautiful rainbow.

The old people sit quietly at home, listening to the music composed of the sound of rain, and sometimes they go to see if the rain has stopped. This is a beautiful morning in the rain.

8. Prose, the morning after the rain in June

The sun smiles high in the sky

Caressing the wet earth

A tree stands in front of me

Hanging crystal clear teardrops

Shining with dazzling silver light

The eagle soars in the sky

Overlooking the fields

White clouds hang in the blue sky

Flowing in the wind

I walk on the road in the morning light

The morning after the rain shines brightly

The trees are decorated with jade eagle wings and plated with silver

The sky is still soaked in water and the white clouds have been washed white

In the early morning, they shine brightly after the rain

Grandma’s front teeth bit open a bright red peach

My sister-in-law went out carrying vegetables

She was full of rice and drank enough

As heavy as a pregnant belly

Pulling the ears of rice

Walking towards the soil

Frogs hunting in the forest

My shadow flashes in the light

Flying over the fields and through the banana forest

Frightened an egret

He has the demeanor of a knight

He is as handsome as Prince Charming in a fairy tale

Sleepy-eyed in the morning, I opened the window, hoping that the cold morning breeze would wake up my wandering thoughts. Suddenly I found that the air outside was very humid. It turned out that it rained last night.

After the rain In the early morning, the air is full of vitality and the unique vitality of young people. Open the window and take a deep breath. The fresh and cool feeling moisturizes your mouth all the way to your lungs. The morning after the rain It brings the message of spring, and the leaves become greener because of the washing of rain. Spring has really come. Maybe because of the different mood, I just feel that this arrival is not as gentle as before.

It is indeed because of different moods that the feeling of freshness after the rain will be different. People who are in a happy mood are more excited about the morning after the rain, while people who are depressed due to various reasons , but realized that this morning after the rain brought not only freshness and freshness, but also a touch of sadness. The humid air seemed to be telling melancholy. When I could not relieve my inner sigh, I had to let the rain flow. Flow, so that the spring rain can wash away the sadness and unsatisfactory life.

The rain falling on the ground, I don’t know if it has wiped away the sadness in the night sky. However, it has wiped away this sad emotion spread, and with the sigh falling from the sky, I couldn't help but sigh, which was a little depressed in my heart. The emotions in the world are so tortured, and how many emotional entanglements from ancient times to the present end in comedy. If we can really How could there be so many joys and sorrows if we would always stay in love together for three lifetimes!

The freshness brought by this morning after the rain should be joyful and happy. Listening to the chirping of the birds outside the window, expressing the greetings of spring. But I feel that the fresh air is full of joy. Revealing a hint of sadness, in this early morning, my heart was filled with sighs for no reason, sighing at the faint loss in the fresh air, sighing at the helplessness left after washing away the dust!

The morning after the rain brought me instant joy, and made me feel the nourished warmth in my long-lost heart. Although the tears that flowed were still hot, the tears that were wiped away were already cold, and the tears The sky diluted the accumulation of torture, but it could not dispel the deep imprint in my heart. 9. A 500-word essay on a morning in the rain

I remember such a rainy morning, my first time I understand Yu’s language and hear Yu’s emotions.

This is a passionate season - autumn. The rain is always falling, quietly drifting in the wind. Last night, the rain had already started pouring down. Why did this annoying autumn rain fall so easily?

Suddenly I thought of the poet Lu You who once "listened to the spring rain in a small building all night". Why don't I "listen to the autumn rain in the pool all night"?

In the early morning, I got up early, and the continuous light rain was still falling, and the air had been washed clear and transparent. I thought it was a good time to listen to the rain, so I went out excitedly.

After passing through the quiet path among the bamboo forests, I saw the large pool. There were some water chestnuts planted in the pond, but unfortunately it is not March in spring, so we can no longer see the scene of "frozen pond". Nearby, there were only a few golden leaves floating, letting the raindrops hit them freely. Suddenly I thought of the scene of rain hitting the banana trees and heard the sound of the rain hitting the banana trees. "Crack, crackle, crackle", hitting the fat and wide leaves of the banana, the crystal raindrops gathered on it, and then flowed down the veins of the banana leaves, bending the banana. When the rain rolled playfully to the ground, he straightened up again. "Who is busy growing bananas? Xiaoxiao in the morning and Xiaoxiao in the evening. It's you who is too bored. He's too worried about the bananas and blames the bananas at the same time!" A wave of idle sorrow emerged from the bottom of my heart.

On the pool, there was a hazy layer of mist. There was nothing, nothing and misty, like a woman's gauze skirt, which was lifted by the wind, and I seemed to see a white calf, standing tall in the water. Fine raindrops fell on the water, and countless ripples suddenly appeared on the originally calm water. Along with the gentle sound of rain, isn't it exactly what Wu Wenying said: "People across the river are surrounded by the sound of rain, and the evening breeze brings autumn resentment to the leaves of wild rice"? I believe that at the other end, there must be a woman in white clothes standing on the shore, eagerly waiting for the lover she misses. "How deep is love? The sunset in the deep mountains and the autumn rain on the mountains." This is what the sound of rain at this time is meant to express.

After listening to the rain in the pool, I felt melancholy in my heart. The rain was getting heavier, so I went back to the house. Sitting on the chair next to the window, I heard the sound of water dripping from the tile eaves, like a girl with a lilac-like sorrow and resentment sobbing softly. Daiyu, I think I already know what "the autumn window has already felt that autumn will never end, how can the autumn rain add to the desolation".

10. A short essay of about 100 words about what happens after the rain in the morning and dusk

The scenery at dusk after the rain: The phoenix trees are drizzling even more, and at dusk, bit by bit, this time, there is no word "sorrow" "Get", hiding in a small space, the joys, sorrows and joys in life are fleeting, and I passed by Li Qingzhao, and finally let the word "sorrow" lock my thoughts. 52 points! The past is unbearable to look back on, and the test paper is shocking , I fell into the lowest depression in my life, failed for the first time, and melancholy and despair rushed in. Listening to the sparse sound of rain, outside the window - it was so quiet... However, the waterfall did not avoid the gap of fate to be spectacular. Only by not avoiding the setbacks in life can we be enlightened. I live the most true life in the days I pass by unintentionally. Is there no time for disappointment? The world is fair to everyone. The most important thing is to learn to face and bear. If you are disappointed, , don’t write sadness into your bright eyes; if you have no choice, don’t hang the pain on your thinking eyebrows, I laugh at myself, I have to dissect myself. Resentment will not help, I look forward to this experience of mine waiting like the dusk after the rain , the third eye pays attention. The wind urges me to move forward, I should say thank you; the rain challenges me, I should learn to be calm. The morning after the rain. It rained all night last night. This morning, the air is particularly fresh. I took my puppy with me Go for a walk in the garden downstairs. The big trees that have been washed by the rain look greener, and the grass that has drunk enough water also looks greener. I stopped, bent down and gently stroked the grass. Suddenly, I felt wet. It was moist, cool, and very refreshing. Sister Peach Tree’s long hair was covered with small pearl-like water drops, which was extremely beautiful. At this time, the naughty puppy bumped into the peach branch, and the little The water drops jumped down one after another, and gave the puppy a cold bath naughtily, making the puppy miserable. Looking at the puppy's cute look, I couldn't help but laugh. I love this fresh air, I I like the morning after the rain! It was sunny on Tuesday, July 5, 2011. It rained all day. In the morning, my mother asked me to buy breakfast. I walked on the road and saw that the small trees became greener after the rain. There were still strings of shiny water drops hanging on the road. The flowers on both sides of the road also opened their little mouths and smiled sweeter. I saw a little snail carrying its heavy shell and moving forward slowly. Climbing. The buildings became much cleaner after yesterday's rain. I looked at the green mountains in the distance, and the green mountains became greener after yesterday's rain.