Urgently need an essay on writing rain around 600 words 20

In a bustling city that borders on chaos, the seasons always seem to stand still. And this year for the first time I noticed that summer had arrived, just because of a few rains.

Rain seems to be particularly sensitive to summer, and an unintentional cool breeze can provoke the dark clouds that have been crying for no reason. I sat in the room and watched the rain come in silence. It should feel good in the rain, right?

Well, it's raining, what are you doing? Look up out the window and look at the sycamore tree ...... in the rain"I looked up at the window, and the rain was like a string of beads pulled crooked by the wind, but I didn't see any plane trees. A few more people came to the conversation, it was all some watery things, and maybe yes, summer is not all as beautiful and romantic as we thought.

The last person to speak was a boy named Tianfeng, and the rain was still falling densely outside. He said, "Have you ever heard of Kim Rush?

It was a golden flower, and it was as ...... as the sky nowThe faint sad tone makes people can't help but wonder if there was a story of a rainy day and a golden storm like this behind him. I can't help but think of Ge again, the river that lasted for days, the brilliant summer, and the streets and alleys that we walked together......Our encounter and story are as beautiful as this rainy day. However, it was also in the summer that the speeding car mercilessly crushed the beautiful ...... that had just begun to happenThere should be such a quiet rainy day in heaven, right?

Will he just stand on the rainbow and stare at it? Something cool slipped from his cheeks, and his wings as light as a butterfly swept by, only to realize that he had been immersed in memories for too long. No matter how beautiful the rain is, there will be a time when it stops, and besides, it is summer rain, and that story is far away......Shake your head, if you don't go back to the heavenly wind, perhaps, silence is the best way!

Standing up straight and opening the window, I reached out and the rain was colorless, falling on my hand as if it had melted into my skin. But it gathered from the lower end of the hand, drop by drop, and fell to the ground, blooming into countless transparent flowers. Put your wet hands on your face, and you will feel a cool sensation and cool liquid slipping from your hands.

At this point, the rain is not as heavy as before, is it about to stop? Everything will turn into clouds when the rain stops, and after the rain, a rainbow will appear in the clear blue sky.

From now on. Miss.

Hang on. Each piece is emptied after being washed with tears.

Colorful solitude.

A river of autumn water is lonely.

A poem written a long time ago. I was shocked to find myself thinking far away again, and hurriedly shook off the thoughts that had just wandered.

The rain is almost stopping. The cool air seemed to tell me that autumn was coming. It's autumn again. I muttered to myself. Turning around and turning off the computer, it seemed that autumn had really arrived. And I should also go and see what kind of harvest I will have this autumn.

The pouring rain has stopped.

Rain. I don't know when, it started to rain outside the window, and it was the spring rain that woke up everything as thin as a cow's hair. It's so small that if you don't pay attention, you won't notice that the rain is slowly falling diagonally.

The breeze in the rain carries a slight scent of earth and grass. Yes, this rain brought spring. Just after the rain, in the warm sun, you will suddenly find a lot of tiny tender green drills out.

It didn't take long for the flowers to bloom, the birds to come, and warm smiles on people's faces. Spring has arrived. You see, peach blossoms, plum blossoms, apricot blossoms compete with each other, and rape flowers attract large flocks of bees to be busy, and pairs of butterflies are dancing.

Ah, this is the spring rain, the spring rain with the magic power to awaken all things.

Whoa, whoa, whoa... …As long as you hear this violent sound, you know that this is a spectacle that can only be found in summer. Come on, no matter how you don't have time to dodge, no matter how you curse. The raindrops hit the ground, blistering one after another, and after a while, the rain merged into a stream.

Everything is covered by it, everything cannot be seen clearly, everything cannot be heard, and the world is ruled by it. It's always so menacing. However, it is precisely because of it that the irritability is gone and the air is fresh.

The thirsty soil was moistened. This is the good rain of "good rain knows the season". In this way, trees, flowers and plants can grow vigorously.

When it is not there for a long time, people will curse it for turning the stream into a big river and the depression into an ocean. Mudslides, flash floods, houses are gone, crops are destroyed, it disrupts our lives and brings disaster. But all this is not its fault, it is caused by human indiscriminate deforestation and ecological destruction.

It reminds and warns us that to take care of our environment is to take care of ourselves.

The golden rice dances in the wind, and large waves of wheat rise and fall. The heavy branches are full of fruits, and the fragrant wine is wafting in the wind, which is a beautiful harvest scene. The autumn rain came slowly, not slowly.

Patches of yellow leaves dance ballet in the rain and slowly fall. "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." The autumn rain washes away all dust for them, and returns them to the earth pure and clean.

Take away the prosperity of spring and the lushness of summer, this is the autumn rain, and the poetry is a little bleak.

The rain is near, far away, gone, and again, and the seasons fade away in the rain. Whether it is the continuous spring rain, or the violent summer rain or the sad autumn rain, everything it brings is taken away by it. Time passes in the withering glory of all things, and life dissolves in the change of seasons.

Cherish time and cherish life.

Qingqing is in the sunflower, and the morning dew waits for the sun. Yangchun Budeze, all things are brilliant. Often afraid of the autumn festival, the yellow leaves of the yellow flower decline. The seasons come and go with the prelude to the rain.

A rain was falling, and people were busy walking in the rain.

Phew. It was raining, and a father and son walked through the rain with difficulty, and they walked very slowly.

The son is in middle school and has to go to the city to study, and the father is still working hard at home. As early as a few years ago, in order to raise money for his son and let his son go to school, the father had made up his mind to farm desperately and exchange food for money in the future. However, God did not notice this desperate man.

One night, the torrential rain mercilessly buried the crops, and my father got nothing, and last year's efforts were all in vain, and my father went home silently with his head buried.

When he got home, the son asked his father, "Dad, is the crop growing very well?" "My father just sat on a stool, lit a cigarette and didn't speak.

In the end, the son realized that the heavy rain had drowned the crops, but the crops of other people's families were not flooded, because their family was poor and had no land to plant, so they planted in a small ravine, and the flood washed down the mountains on both sides. But the son didn't know it, he thought that his father deliberately didn't want him to go to school, which made him hate this person even more and hate this person. In fact, at this moment, his father is ten or even a hundred times more painful than him.

Last year, my mother unfortunately got sick and died, and my mother's illness could be cured, but my father didn't do anything, because my mother begged my father not to give her ** in order to save her son some money to go to school, and asked him not to tell his son. In desperation, her father agreed to her, and in the end, death took his mother away. The son didn't understand why his father didn't give it to his mother, why he watched his mother die, and it wasn't until after today's incident that the son really realized that his father was a selfish man.

School is about to start, and he has to go to school even if he has no money, so the father runs around to raise money for his son, but unfortunately, others look down on their family and are unwilling to lend him money. In desperation, the father came up with a way, he began to weave baskets day and night, and finally saved enough money to take his son to school. When he arrived at the school gate, his son did not look back, he had no idea that he was staring at him from a distance, a weather-beaten, pale face.

The next year, school was about to start again, and this year the father finally saved some food, so he took his son to exchange the food on his back. The rain was pouring down, and the son hid behind his father. My father walked with difficulty, but who knew that my father was running day and night for him, and his leg was rheumatism.

At this moment, my father's leg must be in terrible pain, but he is still persevering. Suddenly, the father fell to the ground with a "plop", the son thought something was wrong, and for a moment, he looked at his father's face, which was covered with wrinkles and his hair was already white, and he found that his father was old, and he had become old and faceless for him, and tears and rain were flowing down his face. He knew his father's hardships, his worries, and his hardships, and he no longer hated his father.

A rain can break the relationship between father and son, and a rain can also make the relationship between father and son deeper.

When I was a child, I lived under a tiled house, and whenever it rained, I could hear the sound of the rain. Growing up, living in a reinforced concrete forest, I can't hear the sound of rain, it seems that life lacks a lot of aura, and there is a lack of soft and weak things that can move people, and my heart is slowly.

There is a train: "Woo woo