Write prose to imitate the song of the rain at the age of 8 40

Song of Water (prose poem).

The water rushes in the moonlight, carrying 10,000 acacia to the sea.

The water leaps in the sun, stirring ten thousand dreams in the depths of spring.

Time stands still in front of the water, allowing it to be swept away by the water day after night.

Good is like water. Virtuous. Water is gentle, water is generous, water is elegant, water is abundant.

Good fences make good neighbors. For there is a source of living water. Water is noble, water is unseeking, water is the source of life, water is the song of the soul. Water is the mother of the earth, and water is the ancestor of mankind. Water is a kind of scenery, and water is a kind of spiritual beauty.

History begins where there is water, and ends where there is no water. The ancient city of Loulan, a thousand miles of desert. Water has become the pen and ink that writes history. tangible, the hesitation of a drop of water, the loss of a drop of water, makes history turn a corner, and makes history overwhelmed.

Rain, snow, ice, wind, thunder and lightning, flowers and trees, birds, beasts and people, many times, in the depths of time, the style of water makes history thicker and more splendid.

As far as water is concerned, there is no difference between man and beast, there is no superiority; The vicissitudes of life, the succession of dynasties, are only fleeting. For thousands of years, water has never been frivolous, never confused, never complained; Water guards the world, guards a kind of harmony, and never loses its pursuit. Water protects mountains and rivers from the depths of mountains and rivers, and water crosses history from the depths of history.

Water is the basis of human existence, and water is the reason for human existence. Water is the song of the soul of all living beings, and water is the life and death charm of all living beings.

In the green forest, the chant of water is as fragrant as wine; In the thousands of miles of rivers, the mighty song of water resounded throughout the universe; Human hearts, the flow of water, elegant and handsome; In the past and future, the surging of water will last forever.

Between heaven and earth, the harmony of man and water. The song of the common prosperity of man and water needs you to me, and we all human beings need to stretch out our hands, give love, and play it carefully with our whole life, with our whole body and mind.

Lightning and thunder, flowers and trees, spring, summer, autumn and winter ......These are all treasures that nature has given us. And among these treasures, I love the sound of the rain.

Spring rain is always so warm and kind. She often walks around with the spring breeze. Drove away the bitter cold of winter.

Awakens the sleeping earth and the hibernating animals. The earth is dressed in green: willow branches sprout, peach blossoms bloom, grass is green, and the birds begin to chirp again.

The little white rabbit is ready to invite the little tortoise to hold a tortoise-hare race. The farmer's uncle began his busy spring plowing and production again. Sow the seeds of spring and prepare for a good harvest in the fall.

Summer rain is always so crazy. Always accompanied by this typhoon, Lei Gonggong and Granny Dian are a couple. There was a crackling noise.

The rainstorm carried the couple as if it were going to engulf the whole world. However, it is also a paper tiger, and it looks fierce, but it can't last for a few days. Still, I hated it.

Autumn rain is a lovely key, it carries coolness and gentleness, gently, gently, while you are not looking, the door of autumn is opened. The autumn rain ripened the fiery red sorghum, the lantern-like pears, the golden rice fields, the fragrant osmanthus, the golden autumn chrysanthemum, the fiery roses, the holy lilies, ....... The rainbow after the rain, the melons and fruits after the rain are fragrant ......I was intoxicated by this autumn rain.

The winter rain is always so cold and seems to be a little spicy. The raindrops hit your face with the cold wind, and there was a pinprick pain. After a rain, it will be cold.

If you don't do it, you will have a serious fever of 39 degrees or more! Snot and sneezes come together, straight three feet. So, I don't like winter rain.

The sun chased the dark clouds and illuminated the earth, and the white clouds ran into the blue sky to play. Pushing open the window, the smell of earth greeted you, and the air was exceptionally fresh. The branches of the willow have been washed by the rain and become shiny green.

A gust of wind blew, and from time to time it shook off some droplets of water that remained on the leaves. The weather is more beautiful and the air is fresher after the rain. After the baptism of rain, the color of every wildflower and every little grass is so brilliant that even the colorful butterflies cannot compare with them.

Coupled with the faint mist in the mountains, this dream-like mystery led me to a colorful world.

The rain is cool, it's pleasant, and I love it.

"Song of the Wind" I am a piece of light yarn as thin as the wings of a cicada, God spread me to the world, so the four seasons took me to make new clothes for nature.

I was a stream of ideas that flowed out of Athena's hands, and people took me away and added vitality to the world.

I rejoice, people feel comfortable; I roared, people were terrified, people panicked and overwhelmed.

Dandelion and the earth are a pair of lovers, and I am the carrier pigeon that transmits love between them: this one is so hot in his heart that I will deal with it; The one was flustered, and I went to comfort him.

My roar is a precursor to the coming storm; The stillness of the tree is a symbol of my departure.

This is the case with the world: born in all things and departed in silence.

I flew over the grassland, and the thousands, boundless grasses bowed to me.

As soon as I saw something unjust, I immediately roared and punished those who were restless and kept to themselves, and caused them to plead against me.

In the tranquility, I caressed the wounded hearts with my gentle hands and comforted them.

I am the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of all things, and the masterpiece of nature.

This is so similar to love: it is the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of all things, and the masterpiece of nature.

I am the daughter of the ocean and the earth, the mother of the earth married me to the blue sky, and the drops of crystal water are the dowry given to me by the father of the ocean.

In the morning, I melted into a veil-like mist, and sent shining dew to Mother Earth, washing away the dirt from her green hair; At night, I mischievously turned into cool dew to wipe the dust off my mother's skin after a tired day.

In the warm spring, I am my mother's air freshener;

In the scorching summer, I helped my father send the rain to my mother and all her children.

When the autumn is high and cool, the most is when I am amorous, I snuggle closely with the blue sky, and the sky is high and the clouds are the best interpretation of our love;

In winter, I am a beautiful catkins, drunk from the air, affectionately pounced on the warm arms of my parents, in the melting hope that after the winter, I can transform into a more pure and flawless beauty in the spring again.

Life is not like this, the four seasons are fixed, and the world is impermanent, spring rain and autumn frost, summer rain and winter snow, are my gorgeous dancing, beautiful singing.

This is my life, I am willing to reincarnate again and again for everything I love, and in reincarnation I will gain eternal life!

FYI.

When I was a kid, I loved the rain. Whenever it rains, I sit by the window and listen to the sound of the rain.

Look, the gentle spring rain sister "rustle......"The earth came, as if singing a pleasant song, and as if telling the story of Snow White. She dressed the earth in green, and the shoots and grass poked out their little green heads and beckoned to us......It brings vitality to the earth.

Listen, the lively Brother Xia Yu "Didi......"The land came, as if it was taking light steps, and it was like playing on a computer. It brings us a cooling sensation. After the rain, green'The little frogs sang "quack" songs on the green lotus leaves, and the cute little sunny meanders lit the water "dingdingding" ......

Ha, the mysterious Aunt of the Autumn Rain "Lili......"The land is coming, like a book of honor is reminding the small animals to prepare food for the winter, and like a magic key to open the door to autumn. Jian Xuan shouted that it had ripened the golden rice fields, the fire-like roses, and the jade-like lilies......The golden rice bent over, and as soon as the wind blew, it sang the song of the harvest.

Look, the kind Grandpa Winter Rain "brushes and brushes......"The earth is coming, as if it is taking the earth to be washed clean, and it is like reminding the little animals to hibernate quickly. The raindrops hit your face with the cold wind, and there was a pinprick pain.

Small droplets of water fell from one of the corners of the eaves, and the small droplets fell on the floor, emitting a "tick, tick, tick......The sound of the ring; Fell into the creek - goo-dong, goo-dong......; Fell on the iron plate - bell, bell, bell......

The song of the rain is so beautiful!

The Song of Dreams.

Today I'm going to wave goodbye to my dear ones.

In the face of the love of sisters and brothers.

With a touch of sadness, I left my hometown.

Borrow a pair of wings and I'll go in search of the paradise of my dreams far away.

Let's use this guitar to tell our thoughts.

There is an endless concern for you.

Listen to this song of dreaming, sing the youth without regrets, listen to this song of dreaming, let it leave a beautiful fairy tale.

Listen to this sad song, because after this song, I'm going to set out and think about it again, and then let's look at the snowflakes flying in the sky.

Look at the sunset at dusk.

But a voice in my heart told me.

Don't stop moving forward.

Let's use this guitar to tell our thoughts.

There is an endless concern for you.

Listen to this song of dreaming, sing the youth without regrets, listen to this song of dreaming, let it leave a beautiful fairy tale.

Listen to this sad song, because after this song I'm going to set off, and my acoustic guitar is going to fly with my dreams.

Fly to the cape.

No matter how far you go.

Don't forget the warm and eternal home of Class 86.