The Gentle Spring Rain , 6th grade essay

I love spring, I love the loveliness of spring, I love the vitality of spring, I love the birds and flowers of spring, and I love the drizzle of spring even more.

As the saying goes,"Spring rain is as expensive as oil"After a harsh winter, how the crops are looking forward to the arrival of spring rains! At this time, the spring rain is like drops of nectar, moistening the earth. Lo and behold, the drizzle is dripping, that"Rustle, rustle"The sound is like a seed giving out new sprouts, like a small grass pulling out young leaves, and like a bamboo shoot rushing out of the ground.

Behold, the peach trees not far away were covered with little pink flowers. From a distance, it looks like a red glow. It is like a person walking in the desert, thirsty and dying, who suddenly discovers the source of life, and constantly sucks the sweet rain and dew.

On the turquoise meadows, all kinds of flowers bloom in the rain. Roses, moon flowers, spring flowers, lilies, ......They sat around each other, as if comparing beauty, and as if discussing how to show people a more beautiful spring.

The fields that had been sleeping before, awakened by the spring rains, had been covered with a soft carpet, green. Walking on it, it's soft and comfortable! The hard-working farmers look at the seedlings that thrive in the spring rain, and their hearts are sweeter than eating honey!

The spring rain moistens the grass, moistens the flowers, moistens the trees, and moistens the ...... of all thingsI love spring, but I love spring rain even more.

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.

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

Mother's love is the spring rain.

Some people say that a mother's love is like a book; Some people say that a mother's love is like an umbrella; Some people say that mother's love is a bright light, but I think mother's love is the continuous spring rain.

In my mind, the most impressive thing is when I was in the third grade of elementary school

At that time, I didn't like reading very much, and I didn't think reading was as interesting as watching TV. My mother was very anxious, but she did not beat and scold me and force me to read, but patiently enlightened me. From then on, my mother would read a fairy tale every night before I went to bed.

One night, my mother, as usual, read aloud the fairy tale "The Little Match Girl". I listened and listened as if I was there. Mom finished speaking, but I was still in the middle of the story.

My mother looked at me and said to me, "Don't you like to listen to stories?" These beautiful stories are in the book, and you have to learn to read it slowly!

After listening to my mother's words, I suddenly realized that I finally understood my mother's intentions. So I made up my mind to keep reading every day.

From that day on, I unconsciously liked to read, watching, watching, I was fascinated by the moving stories in the books, the number of books in the bookcase also increased one by one, and my writing level also improved significantly. My mother looked at me holding the book and looked fascinated, and finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled knowingly.

My mother's love is like a little spring rain, nourishing my soul. Since then, I have absorbed rich spiritual food from books, and I have also learned a lot of principles of life. All of this is the result of my mother's patience and education!

Ah, my mother's love is the silent spring rain that moistens me and makes me thrive!

The harsh winter has passed, spring has quietly come, and the earth is full of life and everything is recovering. Many flowers and plants crept out of the dirt, as if to say, "What fresh air, so cool wind."

The willow trees by the river grew tender green willow branches, dancing in the breeze, and the river was calm like a mirror, as green as a piece of jasper as if it had been dyed by the surrounding green trees. Spring wakes up many hibernating animals, and frogs croak, in the fields, as if to praise the beauty of spring. The little swallow came from the south, flying and singing:

Little swallows, dressed in flowers, come here every spring. "How happy they are to soar freely in the sky.

Last night there was a spring rain, which washed the earth clean, and the raindrops fell on the green leaves.

Yes! I love the rain and dew of spring, I love the flowers of spring, I love the colors of spring. I hope that spring will always be around us.